The love of gold be banish'd hence,
(That vile idolatry)
And ev'ry member, ev'ry sense,
In fweet fubjection lie.
The tongue, that most unruly pow'r,
Requires a ftrong restraint:
We must be watchful ev'ry hour,
And pray, but never faint.
Lord! can a feeble, helpless worm
Fulfil a task fo hard !
Thy grace must all my work perform,
And give the free reward.
CLXII. COMMON METRE. Meditation of Heaven: Or, The Joy of Faith.
Y thoughts furmount thefe lower
14 If thou defpife a mortal groan,
Yet hear a Saviour's blood; An advocate fo near the throne Pleads and prevails with God.
5 He brought the Spirit's pow'rful fwor To flay our deadly foes:
Our fins fhall die beneath thy word,
And hell in vain oppose.
6 How boundless is our Father's grace,
In height and depth and length !
He made his Son our righteousness,
His Spirit is our strength.
CLXIV. COMMON METRĒ.
The End of the World.
Why thould we fix our eyes
HYfhould this earth delight us fo?
W
And look within the vail; [fkies,
There springs of endless pleasure rife,
The waters never fail.
2 There I behold, with fweet delight,
The bleffed Three in One;
And ftrong affections fix my fight
On God's incarnate Son.
3 His promife ftands for ever firm,
His grace fhall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And feals it on his heart.
4 Light are the pains that nature brings How fhort our forrows are,
When with eternal future things,
The present we compare !
I would not be a ftranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I forever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.
CLXIII. COMMON METRE.
Complaint of Desertion and Temptations.
On thefe low grounds where forrows
And ev'ry pleasure dies?
[grow,
2 While Time his sharpeft teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.
3 Nature fhall be dissolv'd and die,
The fun must end his
The earth and fea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face. When will that glorious morning rise When the last trumpet found, And call the nations to the skies From underneath the ground?
CLXV. COMMON METRE. Unfruitfulness, Ignorance, and unfanctified Affections.
ONG have I fat beneath the found
Of thy falvation, Lord;
But ftill how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
* DEAR Lord!behold our fore diftrefs; 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
Our fins attempt to reign;
Stretch out thine arm of conqu'ring
And let thy foes be flain. [grace,
2 [The lion with his dreadful roar
Affrights thy feeble sheep :
Reveal the glory of thy pow'r,
And chain him to the deep.
3 Muft we indulge a long despair?
Shall our petitions die?
Our mournings never reach thine ear,
Nor tears affect thine eye?]
And hear almost in vain ;
How fmall a portion of thy grace
My mem'ry can retain !
3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And bleffings of thy throne.]
4 [How cold and feeble is my
love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above !*
How few affections there!]
Great God! thy fov'reign pow'r impart,/2[Earth and the stars, and worlds unknown
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To give thy word fuccefs : Write thy falvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace. [Shew my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, And love fhall never die.]
CLXVI. COMMON METRE.
The divine Perfections.
H That infinite unknown?
OW fhall I praise th' eternal God,
Who can afcend his high abode,
Or venture near his throne?
[The great Invisible! He dwells
Conceal'd in dazzling light ;
But his all-fearching eye reveals
The fecrets of the night.
3 Thofe watchful eyes, that never sleep,
Survey the world around;
His wifdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.]
54 [Speak we of ftrength? His arm is ftrong,
To fave or to destroy;
Infinite years his life prolong,
And endless is his joy.]
3 [He knows no fhadow of a change,
Nor alters his decrees;
Firm as a rock his truth remains,
To guard his promifes.]
6 [Sinners before his presence die :
How holy is his name!
His anger and his jealousy
Burn like devouring flame.] 7 Juftice upon a dreadful throne
Maintains the rights of God,
While mercy fends her pardons down,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.
8 Now to my foul, immortal King,
Speak fome forgiving word;"
Then 'twill be double joy to fing
The glories of my Lord.
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Depend precarious on his throne;
All nature hangs upon his word,
And grace and glory own their Lord.]
3[His fov'reign pow'r,what mortal knows
If he commands, who dare oppose?
With ftrength he girds himself around
And treads the rebels to the ground.]
4[Who fhall pretend to teach him skill,
Or guide the counfels of his will?
His wifdom, like a fea divine,
Flows deep and high beyond our line.]
5[His name is holy, and his eye
Burns with immortal jealoufy;
He hates the fons of pride, and sheds
His fiery vengeance on their heads.]
6 [The beamings of his piercing fight
Bring dark hypocrify to light;
Death and deftruction naked lie,
And hell uncover'd to his eye.]
7[Th' eternal law before him ftands;
His juftice, with impartial hands,
Divides to all their due reward,
Or by the fceptre, or the fword.]
8[His mercy like a boundless sea
Washes our load of guilt away;
While his own Son came down and dy'd,
T'engage his juftice on our fide.]
9[Each of his words demands my faith,
My foul can reft on all he faith
His truth inviolably keeps
The largest promife of his lips.]
10 Oh, tell me with a gentle voice,
Thou art my God, and I'll rejoice!
Fill'd with thy love, I dare proclaim
The brightest honours of thy name.
CLXVIII. LONG METRE.
EHOVAH reigns, his throne is high,
His robes are light and majesty;
His glory fhines with beams fo bright,
No mortal can fuftain the fight.
2 His terrours keep the world in awe,
His juftice guards his holy law,
His love reveals a finiling face,
His truth and promise seal the grace.
Thro' all his works his wisdom fhines, And baffles Satan's deep defigns; His pow'r is fov'reign to fulfil The nobleft counfels of his will. And will this glorious Lord defcend To be my father and my friend ? Then let my fongs with angels join; Heav'n is fecure, if God be mine.
CLXIX. PARTICULAR METRE. Lord Jehovah reigns,
THis throne is built on high
The garments he affumes,
Are light and majesty;
His glories fhine
With beams fo bright,
No mortal eye
Can bear the fight.
2 The thunders of his hand,
Keep the wide world in awe ;
His wrath and justice stand
To guard his holy law ;
And where his love
Refolves to blefs,
His truth confirms
And feals the grace.
3 Thro' all his ancient works
Surprising wifdom fhines,
Confounds the pow'rs of hell,
And breaks their curs'd defigns;
Strong is his arm
And fhall fulfil
His great decrees,
His fov'reign will.
4 And can this mighty King
Of glory condefcend?
And will he write his name,
My Father, and my Friend;
I love his name,
I love his word;
Join all my pow'rs
And praife the Lord.
END OF THE SECOND BOOK. /
Prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord's Supper.
The Lord's Supper instituted, 1 Cor. xi. 23. &c.]
WAS on that dark, that doleful
night
When pow'rs of earth and hell arofe
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes:
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blefs'd, and brake;
What love through all his actions ran !
What wond'rous words of grace he fpake!
3 This is my body broke for fin,
Receive and eat the living food:
Then took the cup and blefs'd the wine;
'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.
4 [For us his fiefh with nails was torn,
He bore the fcourge, he felt the thorn;:
And justice pour'd upon his head
Its heavy vengeance, in our stead.
5 For us his vital blood was spilt,
To buy the pardon of our guilt,
When for black crimes of biggest size,
He gave his foul a facrifice.]
́6 Do this, he cry'd, 'till time shall end,
In memory of your dying friend:
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Lord.
7[Jefus, thy feaft we celebrate,
We fhew thy death, we fing thy name, 'Till thou return, and we shall eat The marriage fupper of the Lamb.]
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4 Our heav'nly Father calls
Chrift and his members one;
We the young children of his love,
And he the first born Son.
5 We are but fev'ral parts
Of the fame broken bread;
One body hath its fev'ral limbs,
But Jefus is the head.
6 Let all our pow'rs be join'd,
His glorious name to raise;
Pleafure and love fill ev'ry mind,
And ev'ry voice be praise.
To this dear cov'nant of thy word
I fet my worthless name;
I fealth' engagment to my Lord,
And make my humble claim.
The light, and ftrength, and pard'ning
And glory fhall be mine; [grace,
My life and foul, my heart and flesh,
And all my pow'rs are thine.
I call that legacy my own,
Which Jejus did bequeath;
'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan,
And ratify'd in death.
5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name
Who blefs'd us in his will,
And to his teftament of love,
Made his own life the feal.
IV. COMMON METRE. HRIST's dying Love: Or, Our pardon bought
18 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
V. COMMON METRE.
CHRIST the Bread of Life. John vi. 31, 35, 3
I ET us adore th' eternal word,
'Tis he our fouls hath fed:
Thou art the living ftream, O Lord,
And thou th' immortal bread.
2 [The manna came from lower skies,
But Jefus from above,
Where the fresh springs of pleasure rise,
And rivers flow with love.
3 The Jews, the fathers, dy'd at last,
Who eat that heav'nly bread;
But these provifions which we taste,
Can raife us from the dead.]
Blefs'd be the Lord, that gives his flesh
To nourish dying men ;
And often spreads his table fresh,
Left we should faint again.
Our fouls fall draw their heav'nly breath,
Whilft Jefus finds supplies;
Nor fhall our graces fink to death,
For Jefus never dies.
6 Daily our mortal flesh decays,
But Chrift our life fhall come ;
His unrefifted pow'r fhall raise
Our bodies from the tomb.
VI. LONG METRE. The Memorial of our abfent Lord. John xvi. 16. Luke xxii. 19. John xiv. 3. JESUS is gone above the skies,
Where our weak fenfes reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes,
To thruft our Saviour from our thoughts.
2 He knows what wand'ring hearts wt
Apt to forget his lovely face; [have,
And, to refresh our minds, he gave
Thefe kind memorials of his grace.
The Lord of life this table fpread
With his own flesh and dying blood,
We on the rich provifion feed,
And taste the wine and bless our God.
Let finful fweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
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