2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boaft,
But in the death of Chrift, my God
All the vain things that charm me most,
I facrifice them to his blood.
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet?
Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown?
4 His dying crimfon, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree;
Then am I dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too small;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,
Demands my foul, my life, my all.
Hymn CCLXXV. Com. Metre. [or]
W My trembling heart difmay,
HEN fin and forrow, fear and pain
My feeble ftrength, alas, how vain,
It finks and dies away.
2 My spirit afks a firmer prop;
I lean upon the Lord;
My God, the pillar of my hope
Is thy unchanging word.
On this are built the brightest joys
Celestial beings know;
And 'tis the fame almighty voice
Supports the faints below.
"Tis this upholds the rolling spheres,
And heav'n's immortal frame;
Then let my foul fupprefs her fears,
My bafis is the fame.
5 Thy facred word, thy folemn oath
Forever must remain ;
I trust in everlasting truth,
Nor fhall my trust be vain.
Hymn CCLXXVI. Com. Metre. [or]
Repentance and Pardon. Ifaiah lv.
HEN finners quit their wicked ways,
WTheir evil thoughts forego,
The God to whom their steps return
Returning grace will show.
2 He pardons with o'erflowing love;
For, hear the voice divine;
"My nature is not like to yours,
Nor like your ways are mine.
3"But far as heaven's refplendent orbs
Beyond this earth extend;
So far my thoughts, fo far my ways
Your thoughts and ways tranfcend.
4 "Like as the showers from heaven distil,
Nor thither rife again,
But fwell the earth with fruitful juice,
And all its tribes fuftain;
"So not a word that flows from me
Shall ineffectual fall;
But univerfal nature prove
Obedient to my call.
6 "Where briars grew in barren wilds, Shall firs and myrtles fpring;
And nature through her utmost bounds praifes fing."
bpmn CCLXXVII. Long Meire. [or]
The Influence of the Divine Spirit.
HEN the bleft Comforter is nigh,
'Tis he futains my fuking heart;
Elfe would my hopes forever die,
And every cheering ray depart.
2 When fome kind promife glads my soul,
Does not his kind and welcome voice
The tempeft of my fears control,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice?
3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine,
With ardent with my heart afpires,
Can it be less than power divine
Which animates thefe ftrong defires?
4 What lefs than thy almighty word.
Can raise my heart from earth and duft,
And bid me welcome to my Lord,
My life, my treasure and my truft ?
5 And when my lively hope can fay
I love my God and tafte his grace,
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray
Which gives the vifion of thy face?
6 Let thy good Spirit in my heart
Forever dwell, O God of love;
And light and heav'nly peace impart ;
Bleft earnest of the joys above.
Hymn CCLXXVIII. Common Metre. [*]
The Pleafure of Religion.
HEN true religion gains a place,
And lives within the mind,
The fenfual life fubdu'd by grace,
And all the foul refin'd;
2 The defart blooms in living green,
Where thorns and briars grew;
The barren wafte is fruitful feen,
And all the prospect new.
3 The forms of rugged winter cease,
The frozen powers revive;
Spring blooms without, within is peace;
All nature feems alive.
4 O happy chriftian, richly blefs'd!
What floods of pleasure roll!
By God and man he ftands confefs'd
In dignity of soul.
5 Subftantial, pure, his every joy;
His Maker is his friend;
The nobleft bufinefs his employ,
And happiness his end!
6 Ye fenfual, worldly, proud and vain,
Your airy good purfue;
Let me religion's pleasure gain,
I'll leave the world to you.
Hymn CCLXXIX. Com. Metre. [or]
WHEN wild confufion wrecks the air,
And tempefts rend the fkies;
Whilft blended ruin, clouds and fire
In harth diforder rife;
2 Safe in my Saviour's love I'll ftand,
And ftrike a tuneful fong;
My harp all trembling in my hand,
And all infpir'd my tongue.
3 I'll fhout aloud, "Ye thunders roll
And fhake the fullen sky,
Your founding voice from pole to pole
In angry murmurs try.
"Let the earth totter on her base,
And clouds the heaven deform;
Blow all ye winds from every place,
And rufh the final form.
5 "Come quickly, bleffed hope, appear,
Bid thy fwift chariot fly;
Let angels tell thy coming near,
And fnatch me to the sky.
6 "Around thy wheels in the glad throng
I'd bear a joyful part ;
All hallelujah on my tongue;
All rapture in my heart."
Hymn CCLXXX. Long Metre. [*orb]
To Chrift the Eternal Life.
HERE fhall the tribes of Adam find
The fov'reign good to fill the mind?
Ye fons of moral wifdom, fhow
The spring whence living waters flow.
2 Say, will the Stoic's flinty heart
Melt, and this cordial balm impart ?
Could Plato find these blissful itreams
Among his raptures and his dreams ?
3 In vain I afk! for nature's power
Extends but to this mortal hour;
'Twas but a poor relief fhe gave
Against the terrors of the grave.
4 Jefus, our kinfman and our Lord,
By angels and by men ador'd,
Thou art our life, our fouls in thee
Poffefs a full felicity.
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