The following are the principal points in which the present book is an improvement upon the forFirst, it contains a greater number and better variety of hymns; secondly, the hymns are more perfectly classified and arranged; thirdly, the typographical errors which occurred in the former book, have been avoided in this; fourthly, the Index has been improved by rendering it more ftly alphabetical, and by giving the metre of ench hymn in the Index.

The Publisher feels confident that in presenting the present volume to the Connection, from which the wing the high praises of God, he offers them a work not ampons by any of the kind yet pubHehead He will only add, that it is his most fervent prayer that those who shall sing the praises of Good from this book, may do it with clean hands, pure minds, and forvent spirits, making melody in the hearts to the Lord.

New Youk, July 1, 1815.

PUBLISHER.

WESLEYAN HYMNS.

ATTRIBUTES OF GOD.

HYMN 1. L. M. [1]

ETERNAL Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds:

2 Thee, while the first archangel sings,
He hides his face behind his wings:
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
We would adore our Maker too!
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!

4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name;
But oh! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind!

5 God is in heaven, and men below:
Be short our tunes; our words be few!
A solemn reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.

HYMN 2. C. M. [10]

FATHER, how wide thy glories shine!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies:
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

2 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ;

They show the labor of thy hands,
Or impress of thy feet:

But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,

Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms;-

3 Here the whole Deity is known-
Nor dares a creature guess,
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The justice or the grace:
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

4 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!

Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Who sweetly all agree

To save a world of sinners lost
Eternal glory be.

HYMN 3. L. M. [368.]

WHERE can we hide, or whither fly,
Lord, to escape thy piercing eye?
With thee it is not day and night,
But darkness shineth as the light.
2 Where'er we go, whate'er pursue,
Our ways are open to thy view;
Our motives read, our thoughts explored,
Our hearts revealed to thee, O Lord.

3 Is there, throughout all worlds, one spot,
One lonely wild, where thou art not?
The hosts of heaven enjoy thy care,
And those of hell know thou art there
4 Awake, asleep, where none intrude,
Or 'midst the thronging multitude,
In every land, on every sea,
We are surrounded still with thee.

HYMN 4. C. M. [10]

ETERNAL Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;

With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills and seas
And heaven's high palace rings.

2 Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky, How glorious to behold!

Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circuits run;

There the pale planets rule the night,
The day obeys the sun.

4 If down I turn my wond'ring eyes
On clouds and storms below;

Those under regions of the skies,
Thy numerous glories show.
5 Infinite strength and equal skill

Shine through thy works abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
་ And speak the builder God!
6 But the mild glories of thy grace,
Our softer passions move:
Pity divine in Jesus' face,
We see, adore, and love.

HYMN 5. C. M.

SHOUT to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.

2 While monsters sporting on the flood,
In scaly silver shine,
Speak terribly their maker God,

And lash the foaming brine.

3 But gentler things shall tune his name, To softer notes than these:

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream,
Or whispering through the trees.

4 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To Him that bids you grow;
Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines,
On every thankful bough.

5 Let the shrill birds his honors raise,
And climb the morning sky;

While grov'ling beasts attempt his praise, In hoarser harmony.

6 Thus, while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals, take the sound;