4.

Down to our earth he cafts his eyes;
And bends his footsteps downward too.

He over rules all mortal things,
And manages our mean affairs;
On humble fouls the king of kings
Beftows His counfels and His cares.

5. Our forrows and our tears we pour
Into the bofom of our GoD;
He hears us in the mournful hour,
And helps to bear the heavy load.
6. In vain might lofty princes try

Such condefcention to perform';
For worms were never rais'd fo high
Above their meanest fellow-worm.

I.

↑ CCCXLVII. The Church a Garden.

WE

E are a garden wall'd around, Chofen and made peculiar ground; A little spot inclos'd by grace

Out of the world's wide wilderness.
2. Like trees of myrrh and fpice, we ftand
Planted by GoD the FATHER's hand;
And all his Springs in Sion flow,

To make the young plantation grow.
3. Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
SPIRIT divine, defcend and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath!
Make our beft fpices flow abroad
To entertain our SAVIOUR GOD:
And faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here!
[5. Let my beloved come, and tafte

4.

His pleafant fruits at his own feast! "I come, my fpoufe, I come," he cries, With love and pleasure in his eyes. 6. Our LORD into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to fiell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. "Eat of the tree of life, my friends, "The bleflings that my FATHER fends; "Your tafte fhall all my dainties prove, "And drink abundance of my love.

7.

8. JESUS, we will frequent thy board,
And fing the bounties of our LORD:
But the rich food on which we live
Demand more praife than tongues can give.]

CCCXLVI

2.

2.

3.

WEL

in Ordinances.

WELCOME sweet day of reft
That faw the LORD arife;

Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

The King himfelf comes near,
And feafts his faints to day;
Here we may fit, and fee Him here,
And love, and praife, and pray.

One day amidst the place,
Where my dear God hath been,
Is fweeter than ten thoufand-days
Of pleasurable fin.

4. My willing foul would ftay

1.

In fuch a frame as this;

And fit and fing herself away
To everlasting blifs.

CCCXLIX. Flefb and Spirit.

THAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and
Attend our mortal state?

WHA

I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

2. Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While fin and fatan reign:
Now raife my fongs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3. So darkness ftruggles with the light
'Till perfect day arife;
Water and fire maintain the fight
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and fpirit ftrive,
And vex and break my peace;

But I hall quit this mortal life,
And fin for ever ceafe.

[fin

Lord's-Supper.

THAT heav'nly Man, or lovely GoD,
Comes marching downward from
the skies,

Array'd in garments roll'd in Blood,
With joy and pity in his eyes?

2. The LORD! the SAVIOUR! yes 'tis He,
I know Him by the fmiles He wears;
Dear glorious MAN that dy'd 'for me,
Drench'd deep in agonies and tears!
3. Lo, He reveals his fhining breast ;
I own thofe wounds, and I adore!
Lo, He prepares a royal feast,

4.

Sweet fruit of the fharp pangs He bore!
Whence flow thefe favors fo divine?
LORD! why fo lavish of Thy blood?
Why for fuch earthly fouls as mine,
This heav'nly flesh, this facred food?

5. "Twas His own love that made Him bleed, That nail'd Him to the curfed tree;

Twas His own love this table spread
For fuch unworthy worms as we.

6. Then let us tafte the SAVIOUR's love,
Come faith, and feed upon the LORD!
With glad confent our lips fhall move
And fweet Hofannas crown the board.

§ CCCLI. The Triumph of Chrift over the Enemies of his Church.

WHAT

I. HAT object's this that meets my eyes From out ferus lem's gate;

Which fills my mind with fuch furprize,

As wonders to create ?

2. Who can it be that groans beneath
A pond'rous cross of wood;
Whofe foul's o'erwhelm'd in pains of death,
And body's bath'd in blood?

3. Is this the man, can this be He,

E'en JESUS, GoD's dear SoN; Wapp'd in mortality to die

For crimes that I had done?

4. O bleffed fight! O lovely form To finful fouls like me!

I.

WMy rifing foul furveys;

THEN all thy mercies, O my God!

Thanfported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love and praife.

[2. O how fhall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare

That glows within my ravifh'd heart!
But thou canst read it there']

3. Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breaft.

[4. To all my weak complaints and cries, Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt, To form themselves in pray'r.

Good God! and fhall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain ?

Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom thofe comforts flow'd.] 6. When in the flipp'ry paths of youth With heedlefs fteps I ran, Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, And led me up to man:

[7. Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths, It gently clear'd my way;

And through the pleafing fnares of vice, More to be fear'd than they.

PART. II.

8. When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace]

[9. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my ftore.]

10. Ten thousand thoufand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the leaft a chearful heart,

That taftes those gifts with joy.
11. Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in diftant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

[12. When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more;

My ever-grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy fhall adore.]

[13. Through all eternity to thee.
A joyful fong I'll raise ;
For O! eternity's too fhort
To utter all thy praise.]