; The fields provide me food, and fhew Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my And hence my hopes arise. t Lord, make me understand thy law; Here would I learn how Chrift has dy'd To fave my foul from hell: Not all the books on earth befide By day to read these wonders o'er, L HYMN VIII. Ei atto On the SABBATH. ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows The fongs which from thy fervants rise. O long expected day! begin; HYMN IX. D Doddridge On the SACRAMENT. MY GOD, and is thy table spread ? And does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them all thy sweetness know. Before unwilling hearts display'd? And furnish'd well with joyful guests And may each foul falvation fee, ; That here its facred pledges taftes. Revive thy dying churches, LORD, A Saviour's blood alone can give. Α HYMN. X. 1 On the fame. ND are we now brought near to GOD, And to effect this glorious change, Oh Oh for a song of ardent praise To bear our fouls above! What should allay our lively hope, Draw us, O Lord, with quick'ning grace, O may that love which spread thy board, May faith behold a smiling GOD Thro' Jefu's bleeding breast. Fir'd with the view, our fouls shall rife In fuch a scene as this, And view the happy moment near, That fhall complete our bliss. HYMN XI. On CHRISTMAS-DAY, IGH let us fwell our tuneful notes, For angels no fuch love have known Good will to finful men is fhewn, Let heav'n and earth in concert join, GLORY to GOD in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid; And by our lives display'd. When fhall we reach those blissful realms Where CHRIST exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir, Their own immortal strains? HYMN HYMN XII. On the NEW YEAR. OD of my life, thy conftant care Go With bleffings crowns the op'ning year, This guilty life doft thou prolong, Make them and own them still as thine; So fhall they smile fecure from fear, Thy children, eager to be gone, F HYMN XIII. On the PASSION. ROM whence these dire portents around, Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Not thus did SIN AI's trembling head With facred horror nod, Beneath the dark pavilion spread Thou Thou earth, thy laweft centre shake; Thou fun, as hell's deep gloom be black, What tongue the tortures can declare HYMN XIV. For EASTER. ESUS Chrift is rifen to day; Hallelujah JESUS Our triumphant holyday; Who did once upon the cross, Suffer to redeem our lofs. Hymns of praise then let us fing But the pains which he endur'd, Where the angels ever fing: Hallelujah : HYMN |