While of thy works I fing, Accept the praife, my God, my King, In my B Redeemer's name. HYMN, For a Lord's-Day Morning. EHOLD the morning fun His beams thro' all the nations run, But where the gospel comes It calls dead finners from their tombs, How perfect is thy Word! And all thy judgments juft, My gracious God, how plain may HYMN, TH HYMN. HE Lord my fhepherd is, I shall be well supply'd; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want befide? He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pafture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full falvation flows. If e'er I go aftray, He doth my foul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his moft holy name. While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I fhould walk thro' death's dark shade, My fhepherd's with me there. In fpite of all my foes, Thou doft my table spread, My cup with bleffings overflows, And joy exalts my head. The bounties of thy love, Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy houfe will I remove, Nor ceafe to fpeak thy praise. HYMN, HYMN. Waiting for Pardon and Direction. I My truft is in his name; my Let not my foes that seek Sin and the pow'rs of hell, blood, Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, From the firft dawning light, Remember all thy grace And lead me in thy truth, The Lord is just and kind, And ev'ry humble finner find For his own goodness fake, He faves my foul from fhame: He pardons (though my guilt be great) HYMN. HYMN. The Wickedness of Man, and the Majesty of God, or Practical Atheism expofed. WHEN HEN man grows bold in fin, "He hath no faith of God within, He walks awhile conceal'd His heart is falfe and foul, His words are smooth and fair; Wisdom is banish'd from his foul, And leaves no goodness there. He plots upon his bed New mifchiefs to fulfil; He fets his heart, and hand, and head, But there's a dreadful God, Tho' men renounce his fear; His juftice hid behind the cloud, His His truth transcends the sky, How excellent his love, Whence all our safety springs! O never let my foul remove, From underneath his wings. HYMN. The Church is the Honor and Safety of a Nation. GR REAT is the Lord our God, He makes his churches his abode, These temples of his grace, How beautiful they ftand? In Sion God is known A refuge in distress; How bright has his falvation fhone, When |