3 The shadow of th' Almighty's wings Composure unmolested brings,

While threat'ning horrors round me crow'd :

In vain the storms of rattling hail
The walls of this retreat assail,

And the wild tempest roars aloud. 4 In louder strains my fearless tongue Shall warble its victorious song,

My father's graces to proclaim : He bears his infant offspring on, To glory radiant as his throne, And joys eternal as his name.

HYMN 16. Eights and Sevens.
To the Blessed Spirit.

OLY GHOST, dispel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of sinful night :
Come thou source of sweetest gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light :

Loving SPIRIT, GOD of peace,
Great distributer of grace,

Rest upon this congregation!
Hear, Oh, hear our supplication.

2 From that height which knows no measure,
As a gracious shower descend :
Bringing down the richest treasure
Man can wish, or God can send.
O thou GLORY shining down
From the FATHER and the SON,
Grant us thy illumination !
Rest upon this congregation.

3 Come thou best of all donations
GOD can give, or we implore :
Having thy sweet consolations,
We need wish for nothing more;

Come with unction and with pow'r,
On our souls thy graces show'r;
Author of this new creation,
Make our hearts thy habitation.

4 Manifest thy love for ever,
Fence us in on every side,
In distress be our reliever;
Guard and teach, support and guide.
Let thy kind effectual grace
Turn our feet from evil ways;
Show thyself our new creator,
And conform us to thy nature.

5 Be our friend on each occasion;
God omnipotent to save !
When we die be our salvation;

When we're buried, be our grave; And when from the grave we rise, Take us up above the skies;

Seat us with thy saints in glory,
There for ever to adore Thee.

G

HYMN 17. Sevens.

Invocation of the Holy Spirit.

RACIOUS Spirit, Dove divine!
Let thy light within me shine;

All my guilty fears remove,
Fill me full of heav'n and love.

2 Speak thy pard'ning grace to me,
Set the burthen'd sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God,
Wash me in his precious blood.

3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart:

Breathe Thyself into my breast,
Earnest in immortal rest.

4 Let me never from Thee stray,
Keep me in the narrow way,
Fill my soul with joy divine,
Keep me, Lord, for ever thine.

A

HYMN 18. С. М.

The All-seeing God.

LMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night;

And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.

2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the Judgment day.

3 And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there,
Be all expos'd before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
4 Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie,
Upwards I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.

5 Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt,
And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.

6 Oh, may I now for ever fear
T' indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great GOD can see and hear
And writes down every fault.

HYMN 19. L. M.

Thoughts on God and Death.

HERE is a

T GOD that reigns above,

Lord of the heav'n and earth and seas;

I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise.
2 There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all that we must do;
My soul, to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just and true.

3 There is a gospel rich in grace,
Whence sinners all their comforts draw;
Lord, I repent and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.

4 There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come;
How many younger much than I
Have pass'd by death to hear their doom.

5 Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.

HYMN 20. С. М.

A Song to Creating Wisdom.

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 heavn'ly dye,
And starr'd with sparkling gold.

3 Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight,
O'er skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.

4 Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine thro' the worlds abroad!
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.
5 But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;

Pity divine in Jesu's face

We see, adore, and love.

HYMN 21. L. M.

The safety of trusting in God's wise Providence.
NHY ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are fram'd upon thy throne above,

T

And ev'ry dark or bending line,
Meets in the centre of thy love.
2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thy arrangements view;
Not knowing that they all are sure,
And tho' mysterious, just and true.
3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care,
Thơ' now they seem to roam un-ey'd,
Are led by pow'r and goodness where
They best and safest may abide
4 They neither know nor trace the way,
But guided by thy peircing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.
5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn,
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.