The vital ray fhall cheer my heart,

Till then a frozen foil.

6 Then faith and hope and love fhall rife,
Renew'd to lively bloom,

And breathe accepted' to the fkies,
Their humble, fweet perfume.

7 Great Source of light, thy beams difplay,
My drooping joys restore,

And guide me to the feats of day,
Where winter frowns no more.

Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn CXCII. Common Metre.

Charity.

CHARITY! thou heavenly grace!
All tender, foft and kind!

A friend to all the human race,
To all that's good inclin'd!

2 The man of charity extends
To all, his liberal hand;

His kindred, neighbours, foes and friends,
His pity may command.

3 He aids the poor in their diftrefs;
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And leffen all their pain.

4

The fick, the pris'ner, poor and blind,

And all the fons of grief,

In him a benefactor find,

He loves to give relief.

5 "Tis love that makes religion fweet 'Tis love that makes us rife,

With willing mind and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies.

6 Then let us all in love abound,

And charity purfue;

Thus fhall we be with glory crown'd,

And love as angels do.

PROUD.

Hymn CXCIII. Long Metre. [or b]

Longing for Heaven.

COULD I foar to worlds above, That bleffed ftate of peace and love! How gladly would I mount and fly On angels' wings to joys on high ! 2 But ah! ftill longer must I ftay, Ere darkfome night is chang'd to day; More croffes, forrows, conflicts bear, Expos'd to trials, pains and care. 3 Well, let thefe troubles ftill abound, Let thorns and briars fill the ground; Let ftorms and tempefts dreadful come, Till I arrive at heaven my home.

4 My Father knows what road is beft, And how to lead to peace and reft; To him I cheerful give my all,

Go where he leads, and wait his call. 5 When he commands my foul away, Not kingdoms then fhall tempt my itay; With rapture I fhall wake, and rife To join my friends above the fkies.

PROUD.

3 Still may we find our hearts inclin'd
To act the friend to all mankind;
Still feek their fafety, health and eafe,
Their virtue and eternal peace.

4 With pity may our breaft o'erflow,
When we behold a wretch in woe;
And bear a fympathifing part

With all who are of heavy heart.
5 Let love in all our conduct shine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine;
Thus may we his difciples prove
Who came to manifeft thy love.

Salisbury Collection

Hymn CXCVII. Common Metre. [X]

TE DEU M.

A general Hymn of Praife.
GOD, we praife thec, and confefs
That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth ador'd.

2 To thee all angels cry aloud,
To thee the powers on high,
Both Cherubim and Seraphim,
Continually do cry.

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hofts obey,
The world is with the glory fill'd
Of thy majeftic fway.

4 Th' apoftles' glorious company,
And prophets crown'd with light,
With all the martyrs' noble hoft,
Thy conftant praise recite.

5 'The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confeffes thee,
That thou eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

6 Thy honour'd, true, and only Son,
And Holy Ghoft, the fpring

Of never ceafing joy; O Chrift,
Of glory thou art King.

PATRICK.

Hymn CXCVIII. Long Metre. [*]

The Glory and Safety of the Church.
HAPPY Church, celeftial bride,
Thy husband will with thee refide;
With matchlefs glory thou shalt shine
In robes of honour all divine.

2 Silver and gold her happy drefs,
Truth, meeknefs, love and righteousness;
Holy without, and pure within,
Free from the guilt of reigning fin.
3 Her laws and doctrines juft and right,
Her priests the minifters of light;
Her order from the courts above,
And all her fervice done in love.
4 Her difcipline is from the word,
Her head and ruler is the Lord;
Her fons and daughters all agree,
And live in peace and charity.
5 Her journey is the holy way
Which leads to everlafting day;
And her eternal fure reward
A crown of glory with the Lord.

Hymn CXCIX. Common Metre. [X]

The Ways of Wisdom.

HAPPY is the man who hears
Inftruction's faithful voice;

And who, celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 Her treasures are of more efteen
Than eaft or weft unfold;

And her rewards more precious are
Than all their mines of gold.
3 In her right hand fhe holds to view
A length of happy days;

Riches with fplendid honours join'd,
Her left hand full displays.

4 She guides the young with innocence
In pleafure's path to tread;
A crown of glory fhe bestows-
Upon the hoary head.

5 According as her labours rife,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleafantnefs,
And all her paths are peace.

Scotch Paraphrafe.

Hymn CC. Common Metre. [or]

O

Filial Submiffion.

LORD, my beft defires fulfil,
And help me to refign

Life, health and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I fhrink at thy command,
Whofe love forbids my fears?