4 Thy wifdom guides, thy power defends
Their life, till life its journey ends;
Death fhall convey them to thy feat,
Where all thy faints in glory meet.
5 O that my foul with awful fenfe
Of thy tranfcendent excellence,
May close the day, the day begin,
Watchful against each darling fin.
6 Never, O never from my heart
May this great principle depart;
But act with unabating power,
Within me to my latest hour.
Hymn LXXXIII. Long Metre.
The Divine Goodness imitated.
REAT Author of the immortal mind, For nobleft thoughts and views defign'd; Make me defirous to exprefs
The image of thy holiness.
2 Whilft I thy boundless love admire,
Grant me to catch the facred fire;
Thus fhall my heav'nly birth be known,
And as thy child, thou wilt me own.
3 Father, I fee thy fun arife,
To cheer thy friends and enemies;
And when from heaven thy rain de fcends,
Thy bounty both alike befriends.
4 Enlarge my foul with love like thine,
My mortal powers by grace refine;
So fhall I feel another's woe,
And freely feed a hungry foe.
I hope for pardon through thy Son,
For all the crimes which I have done;
Then may the grace that pardons me,
Conftrain me to forgive like thee.
Hymn LXXXIV. Hallelujah Metre. [*]
The Houfe of Prayer.
REAT Father of mankind,
GWe blefs that wond'rous grace,
Which could for Gentiles find,
Within thy courts, a place.
How kind the care
Our God displays,
For us to raise
A house of prayer!
2 Once we were ftrangers here,
But now approach the throne ;
For Jefus brings us near,
And makes our caufe his own.
Strangers no more,
To thee we come ;
And find our home,
And reft fecure.
3 To thee our fouls we join,
And love thy facred name;
No more our own, but thine,
We triumph in thy claim.
Our Father, King,
Thy cov'nant grace
Our fouls embrace,
Thy glories fing.
4 Here in thy house we feast
On dainties all divine;
And whilft fuch food we tafte,
With joy our faces fhine.
Incenfe fhall rife
From flames of love,
And God approve
The facrifice.
5 May all the nations throng,
To worship in thy houfe;
Wilt thou attend the fong,
And hear their ardent vows!
Indulgent ftill,
Till earth confpire
To join the choir,
On Zion's hill.
Hymn LXXXV. Common Metre. [*]
REAT firft of beings, mighty Lord
G of all this wond'rous frame,
Produc'd by thy creating word,
The world from nothing came.
Thy voice fent forth the high command,
"Twas inftantly obey'd;
And through thy goodness all things ftand,
Which by thy power were made.
3 Thy glories fhine throughout the whole,
Each part reflects thy light;
By thee, in courfe, the planets roll,
And day fucceeds the night.
4 By thee, the fun difpenfes heat,
And beams of cheering day;
The distant ftars in order fet,
By night, thy power difplay.
5 By thee, the earth its produce yields;
By thee, the waters flow;
And various plants adorn the fields,
And trees afpiring grow.
Infpir'd with praise, our minds pursue
This wife and noble end;
And all we think, and all we do
Shall to thy honour tend.
Hymn LXXXVI. Long Metre. [* or b]
Man changeable, and God unchangeable.
Our fouls adore thine awful name;
We bow with rev'rence, when we praise
The Ancient of eternal days.
2 Beyond the reach of angels' fight,
Thou dwell'ft in uncreated light;
It fhines with undiminish'd ray,
Whilft funs and ftars fhall pass away,
3 Our days a tranfient period run,
And change with every circling fun;
Ev'n in the firmeft ftate we boast,
Thy hand can crufh us to the dust.
But let all nature fall around;
Let death confign us to the ground;
Let the last general flame arife,
Confume the earth, difiolve the skies;
5 Calm as the fummer evening, we
Shall all the wreck of nature fee;
Whilft grace fecures us an abode,
Unfhaken as the throne of God.
Hymn LXXXVII. Long Metre. [or]
The Sun of Righteousness.
REAT God, amidst the darksome night
Thy glories dart upon my fight,
Whilft wrapt in wonder I behold
The filver moon and ftars of gold.
2 But when I fee the SUN arife,
And pour his glory round the fkies,
In more ftupendous form I view
Thy greatnefs and thy glory too.
3 Thou Sun of Righteoufnefs, whofe light
O'erwhelms the higheft angel's fight,
How fhall I glance my eye at thee,
In all thy vaft immensity!
Yet I be allow'd to trace
may
The diftant fhadow of thy face;
As in the pale reflecting moon
We fee the image of the fun.
5 In every work thy hands have made,
Thy power and wifdom are display'd;
But O! What glories all divine,
In my exalted Saviour shine!
6 May I enjoy like thofe above,
The gentle influence of his love;
Enable me my courfe to run,
With the fame vigour as the fun.
Hymn LXXXVIII. Com. Metre. [or] The Spreading of the Gospel.
REAT God, the nations of the earth,
Gare by creation thine;
And in thy works by all beheld,
Thy power and glory fhine.
2 But thy compaffion, Lord, has fent
Thy gofpel to mankind;
Unveiling what rich ftores of grace
Are treasur'd in thy mind.
3 Lord, when fhall these glad tidings spread
The fpacious earth around,
Till every tribe, and every foul
Shall hear the joyful found?
O When shall Afric's fable fons
Enjoy the heavenly word;
And long in flav'ry held, become
The freemen of the Lord?
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