; 4. LORD, 'tis but juft we follow Thee, Who didst not fcorn to lead the way; Where we just see the vale of death, Then view the refurrection-day. 5. Happy who hafte into the flood, Where healing virtues ever flow Where filthy lepers clean are made, The blind to fee, the lame to go; 6. Where contrite fpirits heal their wounds, And broken hearts affuage their pain; The dead themselves new life infpires, They breathe, they move, and rife again. 7. With lowly minds, and lofty fongs, Let all admire the Saviour's grace; 'Till the great rifing-day reveal Th' immortal glory of his face. Let them obedience humbly learn, And fin not left they die. 3. [Eat not, faid GoD, yet man rebell'd, Sad fource of nameless woes! Forbid it, LORD, we tempt again What further we can lofe.] 4 Mofes was faithful to perform [5. Saul's fair pretence to honour GOD, Urg'd to excufe his fault, Of faving what should be destroy'd, 6." Lo! to obey the LOR excells 66 "But rebels with a stubborn heart, "Sit at the idol's feafts." 7. If God thinks fit, and fo appoints, We'll grovel in the duft ; The meanest acts will have effect Thro' him in whom we truft. [8. Had not the leper stoop'd to try The good of Jordan's ftream; He with Aban and Pharphar's floods, A leper ftill had been.] XXII. An exa& Obedience due to GOD. 9. Let others labour'd pleas produce, We'll study to obey; LORD ftrengthen to obferve thy laws, And no plain truth gainfay! Tho' worms despise, or stare at us, We'll place our truft in thee; Their rage or fcorn will move us not, If we fupported be. WORDS to practise the Tunes on, that the Sacred Compofitions may not be prophaned by Learners." SHORT MEASURE. 1.T TO To give us light by day; 2. Hard names and threat'ning words, That are May grow to clubs and naked fwords, To murder and to death. 13. Like leaves man's race is found, SEVEN S.+ §4, 5. Gold begets in brothers hate, More inconftant than the wave ! COMMON MEASURE. +In Salisbury tune, for ballelujah say, “have a care." Or o'er the hills, or wat'ry bogs, In hopes her life to gain. 10. How doth the little bufy bee 11. Time, what an empty vapour 'tis ! Or like a shooting star. 12. In cottages and lonely cells, Not beds of gold and down, Who can tread fure in flipp'ry ways, Juft like a story or a fong, LONG MEASURE. 16. Awake, our fouls, away our fears, 18. How proud we are! how fond to shew Our cloaths, and call them rich and new! When the poor fheep and filk-worm wore That very clothing long before. 19. The murm'ring brooks, how smooth they glide, Kiffing the banks on either side! While in their chrystal streams they fhew And feed the flow'rs which they bestow. +20. How oft the noon, or midnight bell, Death's iron tongue, with folemn knell, On folly's errands as we roam, [home. Knocks at our hearts, when we're from FIVE 21. O tell me no more Of this world's vain ftore S. They think by feeding well they're great: With plenty in their fight, They fcorn the poor that need; But great's the worm, to whom they're meat. 25. For fort measure double, join 1, 3. 26. For fix-fevens, or eight-fevens, join 6, 7. 2-8, and 6 twice. 27. With Tubal's wretched fons no more To please the fiends beneath; 6-8.. We smile at florists and their joys, For common measure double, join 12, 14, Long measure double, or 8-8. 28. What in this life, which foon must end, Can all our vain defigns intend? From fhore to fhore why fhould we run, When none his tirefome felf can fhun? For baneful care will still prevail, And overtake us under fail; "Twill dodge the great man's train behind, Out-run the doe, outfly the wind. THE C ON T E OF THE HYMN S and SACRED ALPHABETICALLY * ED POEMS, DISPOSED. OD—his perfections 163, § 311, above nah an emblem of it, 286-His afcenfion, §111, 217. CHRIST-The love of God and his, 400, 绣 68, §89, § 259-Longing for him, ‡ 159, * * HOLY SPIRIT-Breathing after it, I 54, R 274, and a re- M |