Lord! we would keep the heavenly road, 4 When earthly cares engross the day,
And run at thy command.
4[Our souls shall tread the desert through,
With undiverted feet;
And faith, and flaming zeal subdue
The terrors that we meet.]

And hold my thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheeeful light
Are long and tedious years to me.
5 And if no evening visit's paid
Between my Saviour and my soul,
5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey How dull the night! how sad the shade!
Around the forest roam:
How mournfully the minutes roll!
But Judah's Lion guards the way;6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon
And guides the strangers home.]
6 [Long nights and darkness dwell below,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go
Is everlasting day.]

7[By glimmering hopes and gloomy fears We trace the sacred road'; Through dismal deeps, and danger

To live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe, when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food.
7[Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessed hope, my heavenly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,
My limbs, my bowels, or mine eyes.
8 The strings that twine about my heart,
Tortures and racks may tear them off;
But they can never, never part
With their dear hold of Christ my love.]

9 [My God! and can a humble child,
That loves thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from thy face exil'd,
Without the pity of thine eye?
10 Impossible! for thine own hands
Have tied my heart so fast to thee;
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art,thy friends must be.]

11 [No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, 373}

Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall be our song,
And God rejoice to hear.]
12 Eternal glories to the King,
That brought us safely through;
Our tongue shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.

37.2}

HYMN 100. B. 2. L. M. b
Limehouse, Quercy, Putney.
The firesence of Christ is the life of my
soul.

OW full of anguish is the thought,
1HOTO
How it distracts and tears my heart,
If God at last, my sovereign Judge,
Should frown, and bid my soul depart.
2 Lord, when I quit this carthly stage,
Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
For I have sought no other home,
For I have learn'd no other rest.
21 cannot live contented here,
Without some glimpses of thy face;}
And heaven, without thy presence there,
Would be a dark and tiresome place.

HYMN 54. B. 2. C. M. *
Swanwick, Rochester.

God's presence is light in darkness.
MY God, the spring of all my joys.
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun!

He is my soul's sweet Morning Star,
And he my rising Sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers, I am his.

PSALM 90. 3d Part. C. M. b

374} Abridge, Canterbury.

Breathing after heaven. 1 RETURN, O God of love, return: Earth is a tiresome place;

How long shall we,thy children,mourn
Our absence from thy face?
2 Let heaven succeed our painful years,

Let sin and sorrow cease;
And in proportion to our tears
So make our joys increase.
3 Thy wonders to thy servants show,
Make thy own work complete;
Then shall our souls thy glory know,
And own thy love is great.

4 Then shall we shine before thy throne
In all thy beauty, Lord;
And the poor service we have done
Meet a divine reward.

HYMN 65. B. 2. C. M. * 375 st. David, Christmas, China. The hope of heaven our support under

trials on earth.

WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies;
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world..

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, 'come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 117. B. 2. L. M. b

376} Portugal, Eaton..

SAINTS AND SINNERS.

377}

PSALM 1. L. M.
Portugal, All Saints.

The difference between the righteous and the wicked

1HAPPY the man, whose cautious feet

Shun the broad way that sinners go Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Among the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night With pleasure, pond'ring o'er his word. 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And heaven will shine with kindest beams On every work his hands begin. 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadfulJudge, with stern command, Divides him to a different place. 6" Straight is the way my saints have trod; I blest the path, and drew it plain; "But you would choose the crooked road. "And down it leads to endless pain."

PSALM 1. S. M. 378 Sutton, St. Thomas. The saint happy, the sinner miserable. 1 TWho shuns the sinners' ways, HE man is ever blest,

2

4

Living and dying with God present.
1I
CANNOT bear thine absence, Lord; 3
My life expires if thou depart:
Be thou, my heart, still near my God,
And thou, my God, be near my heart.
21 was not born for earth and sin,
Nor can I live on things so vile;
Yet I will stay my Father's time,
And hope and wait for heaven a while.
3 Then, dearest Lord, in thine embrace
Let me resign my fleeting breath;
And, with a smile upon my face,
as the important hour of death.

5

Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place;

But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amid the labours of the day,,
And watches of the night.

He, like a tree, shall thrive,
With waters near the root:
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.

Not so th' ungodly race;
They no such blessings find;

Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,

Where all the saints atChrist's right hand
In full assembly meet?

PSALM 37. 1st Part. C. M. b
Mear, York.

The cure of envy, fretfulness and unbelief: or, the rewards of the righteous and the wicked: or, the world's hatred, and the saint's patience.

WHY should I vex my soul, and fret

To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners, waxing great By violence and lies?

2 As flowery grass, cut down at noon,' Before the evening, fades,

5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;
Thy scourges make thy children wise,
When they forget thy law.

6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break;
He pardons his inheritance,
For their Redeemer's sake.

384

Winchester, Armley.

PSALM 11. L. M.

b or *

God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked.

MY Defuge is the God of love;

Why do my foes insult, and cry “Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly?" 2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3The Lord in heaven hath fix'd his throne; His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known; His eye-lids search our spirits through. 4If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, What must the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways. On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men, that his own image bear.

8 Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threat'ning
Have bent the murderous bow, [sword, 5
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.
10 My God shall break their bows, and
Their persecuting darts; [burn
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts.

383} > PSALM 94. 1st Part. C. M. b

Dundee, London.

6

85}

Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; 385 or, instructive affliction.

10 GOD, to whom revenge belongs,

Proclaim thy wrath aloud;

Portion of

1

2

Let sovereign power redress our wrongs,
Let justice smite the proud.
2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor
When will the fools be wise! [hears:"
Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?
3 He knows their impious thoughts are
And they shall feel his power; [vain,
His wrath shall pierce their souls with 3
In some surprising hour. [pain
4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke,
Thou hast a gentler rod;
Thy providences and thy book

Shall make them know their God.

saints and sinners; or, hope

and despair in death.
ARISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod
To drive thy saints to thee.
Behold the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain:
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.
Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is mine inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;

4

·

For God shall raise the dead.

And stand complete in righteousness, And like the souls in glory sing,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.
5 There's a new heaven begun
When I awake from death,
Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.

386}

PSALM 17. L. M.
Truro, Nantwich.
The sinner's portion, & the saint's hope;
or, the heaven of separate souls, and
the resurrection.

LORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love:
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is thine.
Their hope and portion lie below:
'Tis all the happiness they know;
'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.
3 What sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
50 glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound:
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

387}

PSALM 149. C. M. *
Rochester, Irish.

Praise God, all his saints; or, the
saints judging the world.

1

1ALI
LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,

And let your songs be new;
Amid the church with cheerful voice
His later wonders shew.

2 The Jews. the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer sing;

5 Then his high praise shall fill their
tongues,

Their hands shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.
6 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends,
Who humbly lov'd him here.
Then shall they rule with iron rod
Nations that dar'd rebel;
And join the sentence of their God
On tyrants doom'd to hell.
The royal sinners, bound in chains,
New triumphs shall afford;
Such honour for the saints remains;
Praise ye, and love the Lord.

7

8

388

WORSHIP.

PRIVATE WORSHIP,

HYMN 122. B. 2. L. M. *
Portugal, Eaton.

Retirement and meditation.

'M'A stranger to myself and thee;

God, permit me not to be

Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes,withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

And Gentile nations join the praise, 389 PSALM 119. 2d. Part. C. M. *

While Zion owns her King. 3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn;

The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,

Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints should be joyful in their King, E'en on a dying bed;

Canterbury, York.

Secret devotion and spiritual mindedness; or, constant converse with God. Verse 147, 55.

Ο

1To thee, before the dawning light,
My gracious God, I pray;
I meditate thy name by night,
And keep thy law by day.