And loud proclaim thy healing breath, Which gives them life, who wrought thy death.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXIII. Common Metre. [X or b]

Walking by Faith.

AITH is the brightest evidence
Of things beyond our fight;
It pierces through the veil of fense,
And dwells in heav'nly light.
2 It fets time paft in prefent view,
Brings diftant profpects home;
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

3 By faith we know the world was made
By God's almighty word;

We know the heavens and earth fhall fade,
And be again restor❜d.

4 Abrah'm obey'd the Lord's command,
From his own country driven;
By faith he fought a promis'd land,
But found his reft in heaven.

5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we ftray,
The promise in our eye;

By faith we walk the narrow way,
That leads to joy on high.

Altered from WATTS.

Hymn LXIV. Long Metre. [ or b]

Preparation for religious Worship.

AR from my thoughts,vain world, be gone,

F Let my religious hours alone

From flesh and fenfe I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.

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

To fee thy grace, to tafte thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can fay that God is mine;
When I can fee thy glories fhine;
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
Send comfort down from thy right hand,
To cheer me in this barren land!
And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy prefence flow.

2

Altered from WATTS,

Hymn LXV. Common Metre.

The Succefs of the Gospel.

FATHER, is not thy promise fure
exalted Son?

That through the nations of the earth
Thy word of life fhall run!

"Afk and receive the heathen lands
For thine inheritance,

And to the world's remotest ends
Thy empire fhall advance."

3 Haft thou not faid, the blinded Jews
Shall their Redeemer own?
Whilft Gentiles to his ftandard crowd,
And bow before his throne ?

4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes and tongues,
Beneath the arch of heaven,

5

To the dominion of thy Son,

Without exception, given?

From east to west, from north to fouth,
Then be his name ador'd;

Let earth with all its millions fhout
Hofanna to the Lord.

RIPPON'S Collection.

Hymn LXVI. Common Metre. [* or b]

The Lord's Prayer.

Thou great and good alone!

Thy children form'd and blefs'd by thee,
Approach thy facred throne.

2 Thy name in hallow'd ftrains be fung!
We join the folemn praise;

To thy great name, with heart and tongue, Our cheerful homage raise.

3 Thy righteous, mild and equal reign,
Let every being own;

And in our minds, thy work divine,
Erect thy gracious throne.

4 As angels, round thy feat above,
Thy bleft commands fulfil;
So may thy creatures, here below,
Perform thy heav'nly will.

5 On thee, we day by day depend,
Our daily wants supply;

And feed with truth and virtue pure,
Our fouls which never die.

6 Extend thy grace to every fault,
And let thy love forgive;
Teach us divine forgivenefs too,
Nor let refentment live,

7 Where tempting fnares befet the way,
Permit us not to tread;

Avert the threat'ning evil near,
From our unguarded head.

8 Thy facred name we thus adore,
And bow before thy throne;
For kingdom, power and glory, Lord,
Belong to thee alone.

Liverpool Coll

Hymn LXVII. Common Metre. [*]
The Univerfal Prayer.

ATHER of all! whofe cares extend

FAT BR of amo et

;

Through every age let praise ascend,
And every clime adore.

2 Yet not to earth's contracted fpan,
Thy goodness let me bound;
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thoufand worlds are round.
3 To thee, whofe prefence fills all space,
The earth, the air, the skies;
One chorus let all beings raife,
All nature's incenfe rife!

4 Father of all! whofe tender care
Does every want fupply;

To thee I pour the fervent prayer,
And raife the filial eye.

5 What bleffings thy free bounty gives
Let me not cast away;
Who gratefully enjoys and lives,
Does the best homage pay.

6 Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious difcontent;

At aught thy wifdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
7 Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the faults I fee;
That mercy I to others fhow,
That mercy fhow to me.

8 Let not this weak unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,

And deal deftruction round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

9 If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to ftay;
If I am wrong, O teach

my heart

To find that better way.

10 This day, be bread and peace my lot;
But, all beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not;
Then let thy will be done.

Altered from Port.

Hymn LXVIII. Common Metre. [or b]

F

Prudence.

my

feet

ATHER of light! conduct
Through life's dark, dangerous road;

Let each advancing ftep ftill bring
Me nearer to my God.

2 Let heav'n ey'd prudence be my guide,
And when I go aftray,
Recal my feet from folly's path,
To wifdom's better way.

3 Teach me in ev'ry various fcene
To keep my end in fight;
And whilst I tread life's mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.

4 That heavenly wifdom from above
Abundantly impart ;

And let it guard, and guide, and warm,

And penetrate my heart.

5 Till it fhall lead me to thyfelf, Fountain of blifs and love;