And when every bleffing's flown,

Love thee for thyfelf alone.

Mrs. BARBAULD,

Hymn CCXVII. Long Metre. [*

The Old and New Creation.

RAISE to the Lord of boundlefs might, With uncreated glories bright; His prefence fills the world above, Th' eternal Source of light and love. 2 This rifing earth his eye beheld, When in fubftantial darkness veil'd ; The fhapeless chaos, nature's womb, Lay buried in eternal gloom.

3

"Let there be light," Jehovah said,
And light o'er all its face was fpread;
The world array'd in charms unknown,
With all its new-born luftre fhone.
4. He fees the mind obfcur'd within
The fhades of ignorance and fin;
And darts from heav'n a vital ray,
That changes darkness into day.
5 Shine, mighty God, with vigour shine
On this benighted heart of mine;
And let thy glories ftand reveal'd
As in the Saviour's face beheld.
6 My foul, reviv'd by heav'n-born day,
Thy radiant image fhall difplay;
Whilft all my faculties unite
To praife the Lord who gives me light.

DODDRIDGE,

Hymn CCXVIII. Short Metre. [*]

R

The Grace of God in Chrift.

AISE your triumphant fongs
To an immortal tune;

Let the wide earth refound the deeds

Celestial grace hath done.

2 Sing how eternal love

Its chief beloved chofe,

And bade him raise our finful race
From their abyss of woes.

3

His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty fouls To fiercer flames below.

4

But mercy fill'd the throne

Of the eternal sky,

When Chrift was fent with pardon down,

To rebels doom'd to die.

5 Now, finners, dry your tears;
Let hopeless forrow cease;
Bow to the fceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.

6 Lord, we obey thy call,

We lay an humble claim

To the falvation thou haft wrought,

And love and praife thy name.

WATTS.

Hymn CCXIX. Common Metre. [or b]

For a New Year.

REMARK, my foul, the narrow bounds

Of the revolving year;

How swift the weeks complete their round! How fhort the months appear!

2 So faft, eternity comes on,

And that important day,

When all that mortal life hath done
God's judgment shall survey.

3 Yet like an idle tale we pafs

The fwift advancing year;
And ftudy artful ways t' increase
The fpeed of its career.

4 Waken, O God, my careless heart,
Its great concern to fee,
That I may act the christian part,
And give the year to thee.

5 So fhall their courfe more grateful roll,
If future years arife;

Or this fhall bear my waiting foul
To joy beyond the fkies.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXX. Common Metre. [*]

S

Salvation.

ALVATION! O melodious found
To wretched dying men!
Salvation, that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again!

2 Refcu'd from hell's eternal gloom,
From darkness, fire and chains;
Rais'd to a paradife of blifs,
Where love with glory reigns!

But O, may a degen'rate soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,

Prefume to raise a trembling eye
To bleffings fo divine?

4 The luftre of fo bright a fcene
My feeble heart o'erbears ;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

5 My Saviour God, no voice but thine
Thefe dying hopes can raife;
Speak thy falvation to my foul,
And turn my tears to praise.
6 My Saviour God, this broken voice
Tranfported fhall proclaim;
And call on all th' angelic harps,
To found thy glorious name.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXI. Common Metre. [or b]

SEE

Chrift's Regard to little Children.

EE, Ifrael's gentle Shepherd ftand,
With all engaging charms!

Hark! how he calls the tender lambs,
And takes them in his arms!

2 "Permit them to approach, (he cries)
Nor fcorn their humble name;

It was to blefs fuch fouls as these,
The Lord of angels came."

3 We bring them, Lord, with grateful hearts,
And yield them up to thee;
Rejoic'd that we ourselves are thine;
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear;
Ye children, feek his face;

And fly with transport to receive
The bleffings of his grace.
5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we truft;

That thought fhall heal our bleeding hearts,
When weeping o'er their duft.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn CCXXII. Short Metre, [*]

SHALL

Chrift the Wisdom of God.

HALL wisdom cry aloud,
And not her fpeech be heard?
The voice of God's eternal word,
Deferves it no regard?

2 I was his chief delight,

His everlafting Son;

Before the first of all his works,

3

Creation, was begun.

Before the fiying clouds,

Before the folid land,

Before the fields, before the floods,
I dwelt at his right hand.

4 When he adorn'd the fkies,
And built them, I was there,
To order when the fun fhould rise,
And marshal every star..

5 When he pour'd out the fea,
And fpread the flowing deep;
gave the flood a firm decree
In its own bounds to keep.

I

6 Upon the empty air

The earth was balanc'd well;