3 [The Angel of the covenant' stands With his commission in his hands, Sent from his Father's milder throne, To make the great salvation known.]

4 [Great Prophet, let me bless thy name;
By thee the joyful tidings came,
Of wrath appeased, of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.]

5 [My bright Example, and my Guide,
I would be walking near thy side:

O let me never run astray,
Nor follow the forbidden way!]

6 [I love my Shepherd, he shall keep
My wandering soul among his sheep;
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
And in his bosom bears the lambs.]
7 [My Surety undertakes my cause,
Answering his Father's broken laws:
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]

8 [Jesus, my great High Priest, has died,
I seek no sacrifice beside;

His blood did once for all atone,

And now it pleads before the throne.]

9 [My Advocate appears on high, The Father lays his thunder by:

Not all that earth or hell can say,

Shall turn my Father's heart away.]

10 [My Lord, my Conqueror, and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword I sing; Thine is the victory, and I sit

A joyful subject at thy feet.]

11 [Aspire, my soul, to glorious deeds, The Captain of salvation' leads;

March on, nor fear to win the day,

Though death and hell obstruct the way.

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I shall be safe; for Christ displays Salvation in more sovereign ways.]

The same.

HYMN 150.

As the 148th Psalm.

JOIN all the glorious name

Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore:

All are too mean

To speak his worth,
Too mean to set

My Saviour forth.

But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemner use

To teach his heavenly grace!

Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see
What forms of love
He bore for me.

[Arrayed in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands;
Commissioned from
His Father's throne,
To make his grace
To mortals known.]

[Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless thy name:
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news

Of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued,

And peace with heaven.]

[Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern and my Guide,
And through this desert land,

Still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet
Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek
The crooked way.]

[I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eye shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock,

He calls their names,
His bosom bears

The tender lambs.]

[To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws :
Behold my soul

At freedom set!
My Surety paid
The dreadful debt.]
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered his blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:

His powerful blood
Did once atone;
And now it pleads
Before the throne.]
[My Advocate appears
For my defence on high,
The Father bows his ear,
And lays his thunder by;
Not all that hell
Or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart,
His love away.]

10 [My dear Almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power;
Behold I sit

In willing bonds Before thy feet.]

11 [Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint

Shall win the day.
Though death and hell
Obstruct the way.]

12 Should all the hosts of death
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on;
I shall be safe,
For Christ displays
Superior power
And guardian grace.

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HYMN 1. L. M.

A song of praise to God from Great Britain.

HYMN 3. C. M.

The death and burial of a saint.

God the Creator and the King;

Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.

2 [Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, that sit near his throne;

Tune your harps high, and spread the sound
To the creation's utmost bound.

3 All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force, and own his name;
Whilst with our souls and with our voice
We sing his honours and our joys.]

4 [To him be sacred all we have,
From the young cradle to the grave;
Our lips shall his loud wonders tell,
And every word a miracle.]

5 [This northern isle, our native land,
Lies safe in God the Almighty's hand:
Our foes of victory dream in vain,
And wear the captivating chain.

6 He builds and guards the British throne,
And makes it gracious like his own,
Makes our successive princes kind,
And gives our dangers to the wind.]

7 Raise monumental praises high

To him that thunders through the sky,
And with an awful nod or frown
Shakes an aspiring tyrant down.

8 [Pillars of lasting brass proclaim
The triumphs of the Eternal name;
While trembling nations read from far
The honours of the God of war.]

9 Thus let our flaming zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs;
Britain, pronounce with warmest joy'
Hosanna from ten thousand tongues.
10 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The strongest notes that angels raise
Faint in the worship and the praise.
HYMN 2. C. M.

The death of a sinner.

MY thoughts on awful subjects roll,

Damnation and the dead;

What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

2 Lingering about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay,

Till like a flood with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.

3 Then swift and dreadful she descends
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself a frightful ghost.

4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortured with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

5 Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones,
Nor the compassions of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.

6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove.

Till I had learned my Saviour's death, And well insured his love!

Or shake at

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Are not we tending upward too As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow
To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blessed, And softened every bed;

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?

5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise,
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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HYMN 4. L. M.

Salvation by the cross.

HERE at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.

2 Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.

3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie.
Resolved, (for that 's my last defence,)
If I must perish, there to die.

4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear,
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dares my soul invade.

5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim:
Hosanna to my dying God,

And my best honours to his name.

HYMN 5. L. M.

Longing to praise Christ better.

Lobe the sharp soughts with soul,

ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll

And read my Maker's broken laws
Repaired and honoured by thy cross;
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquished by that dear blood of thine,
And see the man that groaned and died
Sit glorious by his Father's side;

3 My passions rise and soar above,
I'm winged with faith and fired with love;
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,
For want of their immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below thy victories.

5 Well, the kind minute must appear When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay, and mount on high, To join the songs above the sky.

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HYMN 6. C. M.

A morning song.

NCE more, my soul, the rising day
Salutes thy waking eyes:

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him that rolls the skies.

2 Night unto night his name repeats,
The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heaven on which he sits,
To turn the seasons round.

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame;
My tongue shall speak his praise;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,
And yet his wrath delays.

4 [On a poor worm thy power might tread, And I could ne'er withstand;

Thy justice might have crushed me dead, But mercy held thine hand.

5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun,

And yet thou lengthenest out my thread,
And yet my moments run.]

6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine
Whilst I enjoy the light,
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,
And bring a pleasing night.

HYMN 7. C. M.

An evening song.

[D Like holy incense rise:

READ Sovereign, let my evening song

Assist the offerings of my tongue
To reach the lofty skies.

2 Through all the dangers of the day
Thy hand was still my guard,
And still to drive my wants away
Thy mercy stood prepared.]
3 Perpetual blessings from above
Encompass me around,

But O how few returns of love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for him that died
To save my wretched soul?
How are my follies multiplied,
Fast as my minutes roll!

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine
To thy dear cross I flee,

And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renewed by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood
'I lay me down to rest,

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As in the embraces of my God,

Or on my Saviour's breast.

HYMN 8. C. M.

A hymn for morning or evening.

OSANNA with a cheerful sound

Hr God's upholding hand;

Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.

3 The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb
4 The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day,
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.

15 Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's revenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.

6 God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings:
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine
The glorious sufferer stood.]

3 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When God the mighty Maker died
For man the creature's sin.

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 10. C. M.

Parting with carnal joys.

MY soul forsakes her vain delight,

And bids the world farewell,
Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more ;
The happiness that I approve
Lies not within your power.

3 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my large desire;

To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.

4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
From sin and dross refined,

Still springing from the throne of God,
And fit to cheer the mind;

5 The Almighty Ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own all-sufficience there
To make our bliss complete.]

6 Had I the pinions of a dove,

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I'd climb the heavenly road;

There sits my Saviour dressed in love, And there my smiling God.

HYMN 11. L.M.

The same.

SEND the joys of earth
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.

2 Your streams were floating me along
Down to the gulf of black despair,
And whilst I listened to your song.
Your streams had e'en conveyed me there.

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warned me of that dark abyss,
That drew me from those treacherous seas,
And bid me seek superior bliss.

Christ is the substance of the Levitical priesthood.

THE true Messiah now appears,
The types are all withdrawn;
So fly the shadows and the stars
Before the rising dawn.

2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,
Nor kid nor bullock slain,
Incense and spice of costly names
Would all be burnt in vain.

3 Aaron must lay his robes away,
His mitre and his vest,

When God himself comes down to be
The offering and the priest.

4 He took our mortal flesh to show
The wonders of his love;

For us he paid his life below,

And prays for us above.

5" Father, (he cries,) forgive their sins,
For I myself have died;'

And then he shows his opened veins,
And pleads his wounded side.

HYMN 13. L. M.

The creation, preservation, dissolution, and restoration of this world.

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SING to the Lord that built the skies,

The Lord that reared this stately frame;
Let all the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He formed the seas, and formed the hills,
Made every drop and every dust,
Nature and time with all their wheels,
And pushed them into motion first.
3 Now from his high imperial throne
He looks far down upon the spheres ;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns our hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last
Till all his saints are gathered in;
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast
To shake it all to dust again!

5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes,
There's a new heaven and earth for you.

HYMN 15. L. M.

The enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in worship.

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone,
Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see,
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire:

Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 [The trees of life immortal stand
In flourishing rows at thy right hand,
And in sweet murmurs by their side
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of fruit divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.]
5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine,
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.
HYMN 16. L. M.

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Part the second.

LORD, what a heaven of saving grace

Shines through the beauties of thy face,
And lights our passions to a flame!
Lord, how we love thy charming name!
8 When I can say, my God is mine,
When I can feel thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that earth calls good or great.
9 While such a scene of sacred joys
Our raptured eyes and souls employs,
Here we could sit, and gaze away
A long, an everlasting day.

10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night
To the fair coasts of perfect light;
Then shall our joyful senses rove
O'er the dear object of our love.

11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,
And pluck new life from heavenly trees:
Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
A drop of heaven on worms below.)

12 [Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land, And in thy temple let us see

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A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]

HYMN 17. C. M.

God's eternity.

RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground,

Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,

And rouse up every tuneful sound
To praise the eternal God.

2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread
Jehovah filled his throne;

Or Adam formed, or angels made,
The Maker lived alone.

3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity 's his dwelling-place,

And ever is his time.

4 While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,

He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.

5 The sea and sky must perish too,

And vast destruction come!

The creatures-look, how old they grow,

And wait their fiery doom!

6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies, My God shall live an endless day, When the old creation dies.

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HYMN 18. L. M.

The ministry of angels.

HIGH on a hill of dazzling light,

The King of glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels stretched for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2 Go,' saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go, Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb,* 'Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.'t 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands: I Anon a heavenly soldier flies,

And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.§
4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below:
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.
5 Are they not all thy servants,|| Lord?
At thy command they go and come,
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.
HYMN 19. C. M.

Our frail bodies, and God our preserver.
LET others boast how strong they be,

Nor death, nor danger fear;

But we 'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay,

A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone:

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God that built us first;
Salvation to the Almighty name,
That reared us from the dust.

5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains In all their motions rose;

'Let blood (said he) flow round their veins,' And round the veins it flows.

6 While we have breath, or use our tongues, Our Maker we 'll adore;

His Spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.]

HYMN 20. C. M.

Backslidings and returns; or, The inconstancy of our love.

WHY is my heart so far from thee,

My God, my chief delight?

Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?

2 [Why should my foolish passions rove?
Where can such sweetness be
As I have tasted in thy love,
As I have found in thee?]

3 When my forgetful soul renews
The savour of thy grace,

My heart presumes I cannot lose
The relish all my days.

4 But ere one fleeting hour is passed,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.

5 [Trifles of nature or of art,

With fair deceitful charms,
Intrude upon my thoughtless heart,
And thrust thee from my arms.]
+ Luke ii. 13.

Luke i. 26.

§ Acts xii. 7.

HYMN 21. L. M.

A song of praise to God the Redeemer. LET the old heathens tune their song Of great Diana and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue
Is my Redeemer and his love.

2 Behold a God descends and dies
To save my soul from gaping hell;
How the black gulf where Satan lies
Yawned to receive me when I fell!

3 How justice frowned, and vengeance stood
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son proposed his blood,
And heavenly wrath grew mild again.
4 Infinite Lover, gracious Lord,
To thee be endless honours given;
Thy wondrous name shall be adored
Round the wide earth, and wider heaven.

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HYMN 22. L. M.

With God is terrible majesty. PERRIBLE God, that reign'st on high, How awful is thy thundering hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand.

2 This the old rebel angels knew, And Satan fell beneath thy frown: Thine arrows struck the traitor through, And weighty vengeance sunk him down. 3 Thus Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath the eternal load:

With endless burnings who can dwell,' 'Or bear the fury of a God!'

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit,
Throw down your arms before his throne,
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
5 And ye, blest saints, that love him too,
With reverence bow before his name,
Thus all his heavenly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.