HYMN CLIII. P. M.
"Be ye reconciled to God"
INNERS now we call upon you,
In the name of CHRIST our LORD; We have brought a message from him, Pay attention to his word:
He hath sent us,
Pay attention to his word.
Think what you have all been doing,
Think what rebels you have been;
You have spent your lives in nothing
But in adding sin to sin:
All your actions
One continued scene of sin.
Yet your long abused Sov'reign,
Sends to you a message mild;
Loath to execute his vengeance,
Prays you to be reconcil❜d.
Hear him woo you!
Sinners now be reconcil'd.
Pardon now is freely publish'd,
Through a mediator's blood;
He hath died to make atonement,
And appease the wrath of God:
Wond'rous mercy
See it flows through JESUS' blood.
In his name we now intreat you,
To accept this act of
grace;
This the day of your acceptance,
Listen to the voice of peace:
We beseech you,
Listen to the voice of peace.
HYMN CLIV. P. M.
Piety and Integrity.
AY, heav'nly muse, and teach my song,
To whom immortal joys belong?
And who the chosen few?
Whose souls shall mount the blest abode,
Shall smile for ever with their GoD,
And shine as angels do?
The man, who 'midst a scoffing croud,
Dares to pursue the upward road,
Where virtue shoots her ray;
Whose willing heart, whose cheerful hands,
Join to perform his God's commands,
Whose tongue, the glory of his frame,
Ne'er scatters poison on a name;
For 'tis his constant care,
(Such is his soul!) to grave the part He owes his neighbour, on his heart, In strokes divinely fair.
Though sinners swell in robes of pride,
And boast their thousands at their side,
He can their pomp despise ;
While the poor saint that fears the LORD,
Bends to his name, and trusts his word,
Is honor'd in his eyes.
If once his lips the word have spoke,
The word he never dares revoke;
And obstinately good,
He varies not from what he swore,
Though earth and hell oppos'd their pow'r,
And his resolves withstood.
By us'ry he will ne'er augment
The plenties providence has lent !
He pleads the guiltless' cause,
Though all the lux'ry of the east
Where brought to bribe him into rest,
And hush th' impartial laws.
This is the soul, that freed from clay,
Shall climb to everlasting day,
And dwell for ever there:
Who might behold all nature break,
And hear its mighty pillars crack,
And never yield to fear.
HYMN CLV. P. M.
Praise to God. 4
HE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 'Their great original proclaim: Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
Soon as th' evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound.
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
HYMN CLVI. P. M.
The Lord, the Shepherd.
HE LORD my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care: His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O LORD, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
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