Hymn CXCIV. Common Metre. [*]

The univerfal Extent of Chrifl's Kingdom. Isaiah ii. 2—4. 'ER mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, fhall rife

Above the fummits of the hills,
And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues fhall flow;
Up to the mount of God, they fay,
And to his house we'll go.

3 The beams that fhine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs,
Shall the whole world command.

4 Among the nations he fhall judge;
His judgments truth fhall guide;
His fceptre fhall protect the juft,
And crufh the finner's pride..

5 No war fhall rage, nor hoftile ftrife
Disturb thofe happy years;

To plough-fhares men fhall beat their fwords, To pruning-hooks their spears.

6 No longer hofts, encountering hofts,
Shall crouds of flain deplore;

They'll lay the martial trumpet by,
And ftudy war no more.

Scotch Paraphrafes.

Hymn CXCV. Common Metre. [Xorb]

Obedience to God our Father.

GOD, my Father, I adore

That all commanding name,

It will my foul to life restore,

And kindle all my flame. 2 Entire, I bow at thy commands, My filial homage pay.

With heart and life, with tongue and hands,
I'll cheerfully obey.

3 I'll wilfully no more tranfgrefs,
As I too oft have done;
But every finful thought fupprefs,
Each finful action fhun.

4 Each day I live, I'll feek with care,
My Father well to pleate,
And in this courfe will perfevere
By thine affisting grace.

5 Thus will I my relation claim,
And call myfelf thy fon,

And whilft I bear the glorious name,
My Father's rights will own.

6 I will; but thou muft ftrength impart
This promife to fulfil;

Lord, write thy law upon my heart,
That I may do thy will.

Hymn CXCVI. Long Metre. [* or b]

Brotherly Love.

GOD, our Father and our King,
Of all we have, or hope, the fpring;

Send down thy Spirit from above,
And fill our hearts with holy love.

2 May we from every act abftain,
That hurts, or gives our neighbour pain,
And every fecret with fupprefs,
That would abridge his happiness.

3 Still' may we find our hearts inclin'd
To act the friend to all mankind;
Still feek their fafety, health and eafe,
Their virtue and eternal peace.

4 With pity may our breaft o'erflow,
When we behold a wretch in woe;
And bear a fympathifing part

5

With all who are of heavy heart.
Let love in all our conduct fhine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine;
Thus may we his difciples prove

Who came to manifeft thy love.

Salisbury Collection,

Hymn CXCVII. Common Metre. [*]

TE DEUM.

A general Hymn of Praise.
GOD, we praife thee, and confefs
That thou the only Lord

And everlafting Father art,
By all the earth ador'd.
2 To thee all angels cry aloud,
To thee the powers on high,
Both Cherubim and Seraphim,
Continually do cry.

3

O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hofts obey,
The world is with the glory fill'd
Of thy majestic sway.

4 Th' apoftles' glorious company,
And prophets crown'd with light,
With all the martyrs' noble hoff,
Thy conftant praise recite.

The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confelles thee,
That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

6 Thy honour'd, true, and only Son,
And Holy Ghoft, the fpring

Of never ceafing joy; O Chrift,
Of glory thou art King.

PATRICK.

Hymn CXCVIII. Long Metre. [*] .

O

The Glory and Safety of the Church.

HAPPY Church, celeftial bride, Thy hufband will with thee refide; With matchlefs glory thou fhalt fhine In robes of honour all divine.

2 Silver and gold her happy dress,

Truth, meeknefs, love and righteoufnefs;
Holy without, and pure within,
Free from the guilt of reigning fin.
3 Her laws and doctrines just and right,
Her priests the minifters of light;
Her order from the courts above,
And all her fervice done in love.
4 Her difcipline is from the word,
Her head and ruler is the Lord ↑
Her fons and daughters all agree,
And live in peace and charity.
5 Her journey is the holy way
Which leads to everlafting day;
And her eternal fure reward
A crown of glory with the Lord.

PROUD.

Hymn CXCIX. Common Metre. [*]

The Ways of Wisdom.

HAPPY is the man who hears
Inftruction's faithful voice;

And who, celeftial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 Her treasures are of more esteem
Than eaft or weft unfold;

And her rewards more precious are
Than all their mines of gold.
3 In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy days;
Riches with fplendid honours join'd,
Her left hand full displays.

4 She guides the young with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory the bestows
Upon the hoary head.

5 According as her labours rife,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantnefs,

And all her paths are peace.

Scotch Paraphrase.

Hymn CC. Common Mctre. [*orh]

Filial Submiffion.

LORD, my beft defires fulfil,

O And help me to refign

Life, health and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why fhould I fhrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?