3 Ah, wretched effort! fad relief! Is there no kind, no lenient art, Her confolations never die. 5 Her powerful aid fupports the foul, And nature owns her kind control; Whilft fhe unfolds the facred page, Our fierceft griefs refign their rage. Then gentle patience fmiles on pain, And dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from forrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky. 7 The promise guides her ardent flight, And joys, unknown to fenfe, invite, Thofe blifsful regions to explore, Where pleafure blooms, to fade no more. Mrs. STEELE Hymn CCXXIX. Long Metre. [or] S Holiness. O let our lips and lives exprefs So let our works and virtues fhine, When the falvation reigns within, And grace fubdues the power of fin. 3 Our flesh and fenfe must be deny'd, Paffion and envy, luft and pride; Whilft juftice, temp'rance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve. 4 Religion bears our fpirits up, Whilst we expect that bleffed hope, WATTS. Hymn CCXXX. Common Metre. [*] The Hope of Heaven. OON fhall this earthly frame diffolv'd But better manfions wait the just, Prepar'd above the sky. 2 An houfe eternal built by God, Shall lodge the holy mind, 3 4 When once the prifon-walls are broke Such are the hopes that cheer the juft, His Spirit is the earnest now, And feals their fouls for heaven. What faith rejoices to believe, We would be absent from the flesh, Scotch Paraphi at Hymn CCXXXI. Common Metre. [or] Human Mifery, and divine Confolation. Each leaving, as it fwiftly flies, 2 They who the longest leafe enjoy, 3 That to be born, feems little more Our hearts are faften'd to this world But every And urges us to rife. 4 When Heaven would kindly fet us free, It takes the most effectual way, 5 If we prefume to counteract Have we not caufe to fear the stroke 6 If we refign, our patience makes His rod a gentle wand; If not, it darts a ferpent's fting, YOUNG Hymn CCXXXII. Long Metre. [*] Divine Providence towards Man and Beaft. He gives the fun his genial power, 4 Not e'en a fparrow yields its breath 5 Thy care, great God, fuftains them all Liverpool Collection. Dymn CCXXXIII. Leng Metre. [ orb ] THE Sinai and Sion, HE God who once to Ifrael fpoke It is the voice of Jesus' blood That calls us wand'rers back to God. 4 Hark! how from Calvary it founds, NEWTON. Hymn CCXXXIV. Common Metre. [ TH Room at the Goffel Feat. HE King of heaven his table spreads, Not paradife, with all its joys, Could fuch delight afford. 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given; And the rich blood that Jefus fhed, Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd |