Be fpeedy: for who's not to day inclin❜d,
To morrow we shall more unwilling find.

HE'S

HYMN CCCLI.

E'S got half way that has his work begun : Then dare be wife, and venture boldly on: Begin to live: this moment's in thy pow'r; Employ it then, nor wait a fitter hour, Like fome dull clown, who at a river's fide Expecting ftands, in hopes the running tide Will all e'er long be paft :-Fool! not to know It still has flow'd the fame,and will forever flow.

HYMN

BUT that I am forbid

CCCLII.

To tell the fecrets of my prifon-house,

I could a tale unfold, whofe lightest word Would harrow up thy foul; treeze thy warm blood;

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;

Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to ftand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
To ears of flesh and blood.

HYMN CCCLIII.

I SWEET is the Mem'ry of thy Grace, my God, my heav'nly King!

Let Age to Age thy Righteousness, in Sounds of Glory fing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines his Goodness to the Skies;

Thro' the whole Earth hisGoodness fhines, and ev'ry Want supplies.

3 With longing Eyes thy Creatures wait
on thee for daily Food;

Thy lib'ral Hand provides them Meat,
and fills their Mouth with Good.

4 How kind are thy Compaffions, Lord!
how flow thine Anger moves!

But foon he fends his pard'ning Word,
to cheer the Soul he loves.

5 Creatures with all their endless Race,
thy Pow'r and Praise proclaim;
But we who taste thy richer Grace,
delight to bless thy Name.

HYMN

CCCLIV.

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 thou appear, my Dawning is begun:

Thou art my Soul's bright morning Star,
and thou my rifing Sun.

3 The op'ning Heav'n's around me shine
with Beams of facred Blifs,
If Jefus fhews his Mercy mine,
and whifpers, I am his.

4 My Soul would leave this heavy Clay,
at that tranfporting Word;
Run up with Joy the fhining Way,
to fee and praife my Lord.

5

Fearless of Hell and ghaftly Death,
I'd break thro' ev'ry Foe:

The Wings of Love, and Arms of Faith,

would bear me Conqu'ror thro'.

HYMN CCCLV.

DISCREETLY faithful to the hallow'd

Of pure religion-let us, like herself,
Be mild, compaffionate, indulgent, wife;
Nor fink another in the dangerous flood
That we may gain the land. Forgiveness shines
The child of reason, rancour is the base
Mishapen progeny of ignorance.

In this our tranfient day of pain and grief,
Sprung from the fame great Sire, fo let us live
As owning the fraternal tie divine,

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And

And lighten mutually each others load.
We tread the path of life all bent beneath
Affliction's galling weight. A thousand foes
Threaten, with aspect stern, our frail existence,
Which, always murmuring, we wou'd fain
shake off,

Yet always cherish with affiduous care.
Our devious paffions wander; no support,
No guide is near ;now fcorch'd with fierce defire,
And now in frozen laffitude congeal'd.
The charms of bland fociety, at least

For fome fhort moments,may our pains beguile:
A remedy too impotent to heal

The unceasing fting of mifery. Wherefore then Pollute with venom the few cordial drops Allotted us by Heaven?

I

HYMN CCCLVI.

1 HOW fhall the Young fecure their Hearts, and guard their Lives from Sin?

Thy Word the choiceft Rules imparts
to keep the Confcience clean.

2 When once it enters to the Mind,
it fpreads fuch Light abroad,
The meaneft Souls Inftruction find,
and raife their Thoughts to God.

3 'Tis like the Sun, an heav'nly Light,
that guides us all the Day;

And

And thro' the Dangers of the Night,
a Lamp to lead our Way.

4 The ftarry Heav'ns thy Rule obey,
the Earth maintains her Place;
And there thy Servants Night and Day
thy Skill and Pow'r express.

5 But ftill thy Law and Gofpel, Lord,
have Lessons more divine :
Nor Earth stands firmer than thy Word,
nor Stars fo nobly shine.

Thy Word is everlasting Truth; how pure is ev'ry Page!

That holy Book fhall guide our Youth, and well fupport our Age.

HYMN CCCLVII.

COME let us arife,

And aim at the Prize,

The Hope of our Calling on this Side the

By Works let us fhew

That Jefus we know,

[Skies.

While steadily on to Perfection we go.

We reft on his Word,

We fhall here be restor'd

To his Image; the Servant shall be as his

Lord.