4 I Yet will I in my Saviour trust, Jefus, my Lord and God I claim; HYMN CCCCLVI. THE Voice of my Beloved founds, And all my Soul with Transport fills. 2 The scatter'd Clouds are fled at laft, 3 The Voice of my Beloved founds, And all my Soul with Tranfport fills. Gently Gently doth he chide my Stay, HYMN CCCCLVII, Air. AMB of God, that in the Bofom Of the Father dwelleft high, Deign to vifit humble Sinners, From thy Reft above the Sky. Chorus. God incarnate, leave thy Glory, Nor abhor the Virgin's Womb; Spread Salvation like a River; Jefus, let thy Kingdom come. Air. Love divine, all Love excelling, Joy of Heaven to Earth come down; Fix in us thy humble Dwelling, All thy faithful Mercies crown. Chorus. Jefus, thou art all Compaffion, Pure unbounded Love thou art, Vifit us with thy Salvation, Enter ev'ry trembling Heart. Air. Shepherds, did you hear him coming, Whilft you kept your Flocks by Night? Did you fee his Star in Heaven, Blaze with new created Light? Chorus. Hafte, ye Magi, come and worship, Bring your Prefents, Gold and Spices, Air. All Air. All ye joyous Hofts of Heaven, Chorus. Come, O come, your Hallelujahs HYMN CCCCLVIII. All ye Nations of the Earth, to Heav'n your Voices raise; Awake each tuneful Inftrument to fing your Maker's Praise. 2 Jehovah reigns; his facred Page proclaims our happy Lot, That we poor Children in Distress shall never be forgot. 3 Objects of Pity we implore, O Lord, thy guardian Care: Helpless we afk, O blefs the Hand, 5 Increase their Store, prolong their Days; Rrr Accept Accept our Mite of Gratitude, an humble, thankful Heart. 6 O magnity the Lord with us, with us that God adore, Whose gracious Mercy was, is now, and fhall be evermore. HYMN CCCCLIX. Thou God of my Salvation, Where fhall I thy Praise begin? 3 Shall his glorious Image bear. I, with them, will still be crying, O how precious Is the Sound of Jefu's Name? 4 Now I fee with Joy and Wonder, Whence the gracious Spring arofe; Angel Minds are loft to ponder Dying Love's mysterious Caufe; Down to all, to me, it flows. 5 This hath fet me all on Fire, Strongly glows the Flame of Love; Higher mounts my Soul, and higher, Struggles for its fwift Remove; Then I'll praise thee In a nobler Strain above. HYMN CCCCLX. I WHEN the fierce North Wind with his airy Forces Rears up the Baltic to a foaming Fury; comes 2 How the poor Sailors ftand amaz'd and tremble! While the hoarfe Thunder, like a bloody : Trumpet, Roars a loud Onfet to the gaping Waters Quick to devour them. 3 Such fhall the Noife be, and the wild Disorder, (If Things eternal may be like those earthly) Such the dire Terror whenthe great Archangel Shakes the Creation; 4 Tears the ftrong Pillars ofthe Vault ofHeaven, Breaks up old Marble, the Repofe of Princes; Rr3. See |