And all my darkness be dispers'd,
In endless light above.

Hymn LXIX.

Long Metre.

SMARTY

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Praife for Rain and fruitful Scafuns. ATHER of light! we fing thy name, Who made the fun to rule the day: Wide as he fpreads his golden flame, His beams thy power and love display. 2 Fountain of good! from thee proceed The copious flowers of genial rain; Which, o'er the hill and through the mead, Revive the grafs and fwell the grain. 3 Through the wide world thy bounties spread Yet thousands of our guilty race, Though by thy daily goodnefs fed, Tranfgrefs thy law, abufe thy grace,

4 Not fo, fhall our forgetful hearts O'erlook the tokens of thy care; But, what thy liberal hand imparts, Receive with praife, and afk in prayer, 5 So fhall the fun more grateful fhine,

And fhowers in welcome drops fhall fall
When all our hearts and lives are thine,
And thou, our God, enjoy'd in all.
6 Jefus our brighter Sun, arife,

In plenteous fhowers, thy Spirit fend,
Earth then shall grow to Paradife ;
And in celeftial Eden çnd.

Hymn LXX.

At the Ordination of a Minifier.

ATHER of mercies in thy houfe

F We pay our homage and our vows i

Whilft with a grateful heart we fhare
These pledges of our Saviour's care.
2 The Saviour, when to heav'n he rofe,
In fplendid triumph o'er his foes,
Scatter'd his gifts on men below,
And wide his royal bounties flow.

3 Hence fprang th' Apoftle's honour'd name,
Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the prophetic fage,
And hence the evangelic page.
4 In lower forms to bless our eyes,
Paftors from hence and Teachers rife ;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long extended line.

5 From Chrift their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live;
Whilft guarded by his potent hand,
Amidft the rage of hell they ftand.
6 So fhall the bright fucceffion run,
Through all the courfes of the fun
Whilft unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rife and flourish large and fair.
7 Jefus, our Lord, their hearts fhall know
The fpring whence all these bleffings flow a
Paftors and people fhout his praife,
Through the long round of endless days.

DODDRIDGE.

Hymn LXXI.

Common Metre. [*]

The Excellency and Sufficiency of the Scriptures.

ATHER of mercies! in thy word
What endless glory fhines!

Forever be thy name ador'd,
For these celestial lines,

2 Here may the wretched fons of want Exhauftlefs riches find;

3

Treasures beyond what earth can grant,
And lafting as the mind.

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;

Sublimer fruits than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blissful found.

5 O may these heavenly pages be
Our study and delight;
And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light.

6 Divine inftructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;

Teach us to love thy facred word,
And view our Saviour there.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn LXXII. Common Metre. [or]

Love to our Neighbour.

FATHER of mercies ferd, thy grace,

All powerful, from above,

To form, in our obedient fouls,
The image of thy love.

2 O may our fympathifing breafts
That generous pleasure know;
Kindly to fhare another's joy,
And weep for others' woe.
Whene'er the helpless fons of want
In low distress are laid,

3

4

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

So Jefus look'd on wretched man,
When feated in the skies;
Amidft the glories of that world,
He felt compaffion rife.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;

And shed his rich and precious blood,
A balm for every wound.

DODDRIDGE,

Hymn LXXIII. Long Metre. [or þ]

Humility.

OLLY builds high upon the fand;
But lowly let my bafis be;

Firm as a rock, my hope fhall ftand,
Deep founded in humility.

2 Content, when threat'ning ills obtrude,
Sweet meek ey'd patience arm my foul
And let a prudent fortitude

Teach me my paffions to control.

3 My God, I long to know thee ftill,
To love and fear and trust thee more;
To live fubmiffive to thy will,
And whilst I feel thy grace, adore.
4 My faith and love, obedient be,
O Saviour, to thy just commands !
My ardent foul ftill follows thee,
And trufts her intereft in thy hands,
5 Let love and mercy all divine,
Juftice defcending from the skies,
Kindness and truth my heart incline
Still to forgive my enemies.

6 Thus may I act the Christian part,
The focial, humane and divine;
Whilft a wife zeal infpires my heart,
Then fhall I know that heaven is mine.

SMART.

Hymn LXXIV. Common Metre. [or]

Abraham's Bleffing extended to the Gentiles.
ENTILES by nature, we belong
To the wild olive wood;

GE

Grace took us from the barren tree,
And grafts us on the good.

2 With the fame bleffings, grace endows
The Gentile as the Jew!
pure and holy be the root,
Such are the branches too.

3

If

Then let the children of the faints
Be fanctify'd to God;

In that great covenant, confirm'd

By water and by blood.

4 Thus to the parents, and their feed,

Shall thy falvation come;

And numerous households meet at last

In one eternal home.

Hymn LXXV.

G

Long Metre.

The Excellency of the Gospel.

OD, in the gospel of his Son,

WATTS.

Makes his eternal counfels known;

And finners of a humble frame

May taste his grace, and learn his name.

2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the finner live,
It bids the drooping faint revive.

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