1 CCV: God our Support.

1. ORD, we adore thy wond'rous name,
And make that name our truft;
Which rais'd at first this curious frame
From mean and lifelefs duft.

2. By duft fupported, ftill it ftands,
Wrought up to various forms
Prepar'd by Thy creating hands
To nourish mortal worms.

3. A while these frail machines endure,
The fabric of a day;

Then know their vital pow'rs no more,

But moulder back to clay.

4. Yet LORD, whate'er is felt or fear'd,

This thought is our repose,

O'er the sharp forrows of Thy foul: And read our Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by Thy cross.

Its various weaknefs knows..

5. Thou view'ft us with a pitying eye,

Whilft ftruggling with our load; In pains and dangers Thou art nigh, Our FATHER, and our GOD. 6. Gently supported by Thy love,

We tend to realms of peace; Where ev'ry pain fhall far remove, And ev'ry frailty cease.

Vanquifh'd by that dear blood of Thine,
And fee the man that groan'd and dy'd,
Sit glorious by His FATHER'S fide.

3. Our paffions rife and foar above,
We're wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love;
Fain would we reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel fings.
4. But our heart fails, our tongue complains,
For want of their immortal trains;
And in fuch humble notes as these,
Muft fall below Thy victories.

3. Well, the kind minute must appear,

When we fhall leave thefe bodies here; Thefe clogs of clay, and mount on high, To join the fongs above the sky.

CCVIII. The welcome Messenger.

ORD! when we fee a faint of thine
Lie gafping out his breath;

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With longing eyes, and looks divine,
Smiling and pleas'd in death:

2. How we could e'en contend, to lay
Our limbs upon that bed!
We afk thine, envoy to. convey
Our fpirits in his ftead.

3. Our fouls are rifing on the wing,
To venture in his place;

For when grim death has loft his fting,
He has an angel's face.

4. JESUS, then purge our crimes away,

'Tis guil creates our fears; 'Tis guilt gives death its fierce array, And all the aims it bears!

5. Oh! if our threat'ning fins were gone, And death had loft his iting; We could invite the angel on, And chide his lazy wing. 6. Away, these interpofing days, And let the lovers meet; The angel has a cold embrace,

But kind, and foft, and fweet.

7. We'd leap at once our feventy years, We rush into his arms;

And lofe our breath, and all our cares,
Amidst thofe heav'nly charms.

8. Joyful we'd lay this body down,
And leave the lifeless clay;
Without a figh, without a groan,
And ftretch, and foar away.

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4. Great GOD, fubdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our fouls with joys refin'd!

CCXI. Meekness.

M^The wild confufion and uproar ; ARK, when tempeftuous winds arife,

All ocean-mixing with the skies,

And wrecks are dafh'd upon the shore.
2. Not lefs confufion racks the mind
By its own fierce ideas tost;
Calm reafon is to rage refign'd,
And in the whirl of passion lost.
3. O felf tormenting child of pride,
Anger, bred up in hate and ftrife!
Ten thoufand ills, by thee fupplied,
Mingle the cup of bitter life.

4. Happy the meek whofe gentle breast,
Clear as the fummer ev'ning's ray,
Calm as the regions of the bleft,-
Enjoys on earth celeftial day.

5. No friendships broke their bofom fting,
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
Safe underneath th' almighty's wing,
And foes to none. of none afraid.
6. Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
With thy whole felf our fouls poffefs
Paffion and pride be hence exil'd,
Then fhall our frame thine own exprefs.

CCXII. A living and a dead Faith.

ISTAKEN fouls! that dream

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And make their empty boast

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2. The little ants for one poor grain,
Labour, and tug, and ftrive
Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3. We, for whofe ufe this globe yet stands,
And ftars their courfes move;
We, for whofe guard the angel-bands
Come flying from above :

4. We, for whom GOD the So N came down,
And labour'd for our good;
How careless to secure that crown,
He purchas'd with his blood?

5. LORD, fhall we lie fo fluggish ftill,
And never act our parts?

Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And fit and warm our hearts!
6. Then fhall our active fpirits move,
Upward our fouls fhall rife:

With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly and take the prize.

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CCXV. A Song for Morning or Evening. Y GOD, how endless is Thy love?

M Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new,

And morning mercies from above
Gently diftil like early dew.

2. Thou spread'ft the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my fleeping hours!
Thy fov'reign word reftores the light,
And quickens all my drowzy pow'rs.
3. I yield my pow'rs to Thy command,
To Thee confecrate my days;
Perpetual bleffings from Thine hand
Demand perpetual fongs of praife.

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CCVI. God all, and in all

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Y GOD! my life! my love!
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live, if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

[2. Thy fhining grace can chear
This dungeon, where I dwell:
"Tis paradife, when Thou art here,
If Thou depart, 'tis hell]

[3. The fmilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are!
"Tis heav'n to reft in Thine embrace,
And no where elfe but there.]

[4. To Thee, and Thee alone,

The angels owe their blifs;
They fit around thy gracious throne;
And dwell where Jesus is.]

[5. Not all the harps above

Can make a heav'nly place;
If GOD His refidence remove,
Or but conceal His face.]

6. Nor earth, nor all the fky, Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without Thy prefence, LORD! 7. Thou art the fea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my paffions move, And centre of my foul.

[8. To Thee my fpirits fly,

With infinite defire;

And yet how far from Thee I lie; Dear JESUS, raise me high'r!]

CCXVII. God my only Happiness.

MY My everlafting All!

GOD, my portion, and my love!

I've none but Thee in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball.

[2. What empty things are all the fkies,
And this inferior clod?
There's nothing here deferves my joys,
There's nothing like my GoD.]
[3. In vain the bright, the burning fun
Scatters his feeble light;

'Tis Thy fweet beams create my noon, If Thou withdraw, 'tis night.

4. And whilft upon my reflefs bed

Amongst the fades I roll;

If my REDEEMER fhews his head, 'Tis morning with my foul.]

5. To Thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health, and safe abode;

Thanks to thy name for meaner things,

But they are not my God.

6. How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,

If once compar'd to Thee?

Or what's my fafety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

7. Were I poffeffor of the earth,
And call'd the ftars my own;
Without Thy graces and Thyfelf,
I were a wretch undone.

8. Let others stretch their arms like feas,
And grafp in all the shore;
Grant me the vifits of Thy face,
And I defire no more.

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+ CCXVIII. Submiffion under Affliction.

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GOD, thy wisdom I adore, Nor will I doubt thy love; Tho' with Afflictions long and fore Thou should'st my faults reprove. 2. Thy just refentments have been flow, Thy ftripes have gentle been, Compar'd with my deserts, I know, And with my heinous fin.

3. Thou, LORD, in all my griefs and pains Doft ftill a father prove;

My finking heart thy hand fuftains,
And can I doubt thy love?

4. My God, I know thou doft intend
My greatest good in all;

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The errors of my life to mend,