4 'Twas the fame love that spread the feaft,
Which gently drew us in ;
Or we had still refus'd to taste,
And perifh'd in our fin.
5 Pity the nations, O our Lord,
Compel the Jews to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,
And bring thy people home.
6 We long to fee thy churches full,
That all the chosen race
May, with one voice, and heart and foul, Sing thy redeeming grace.
Hymn CXIX. Particular Metre. [
The Beauties of the Spring.
[OW fweetly along the gay mead
The daifies and cowflips are seen!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the beautiful green!
2 The vines that encircle the bowers,
The herbage that fprings from the fod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits and fweet flowers
All rife to the praife of my God.
3 Shall man, the great master of all,
The only infenfible prove?
Forbid it, fair gratitude's call,
Forbid it, devotion and love.
4 The Lord who fuch wonders can raise,
And still can destroy with a nod,
My lips fhall inceffantly praife,
My foul fhall rejoice in my God.
F high or low our station be,
Of noble or ignoble name;
By uncorrupt integrity,
Thy bleffing, Lord, we humbly claim.
2 The upright man no want fhall fear;
Thy providence fhall be his truft;
Thou wilt provide his portion here,
Thou friend and guardian of the juft.
3 May we, with most fincere delight,
To all, the teft of duty pay;
Tender of every focial right,
Obedient to thy righteous fway.
4 Such virtue thou wilt not forget,
In that bleft world, where virtue shares
A fit reward; though not of debt,
But what thy boundless grace prepares.
Compaffion and Forgiveness.
HEAR the voice of woe!
I hear a brother's figh!
Then let my heart with pity flow,
With tears of love, mine eye.
2 I hear the thirsty cry!
The hungry beg for bread!
Then let my fpring its ftream fupply,
My hand its bounty fhed.
3 The debtor humbly fues,
Who would, but cannot pay;
And fhall I lenity refufe,
Who need it every day?
4 Shall not my wrath relent,
Touch'd by that humble strain,
My brother crying "I repent,
"Nor will offend again?"
5 If not, how fhall I dare
Appear before thy face,
Great God, and how prefent the prayer
For thy forgiving grace?
6 They who forgive, fhall find
Remiffion, in that day,
When all the merciful and kind
Thy pity fhall repay.
7 But all who here below
Mercy refufe to grant,
Shall judgment without mercy know,
When mercy most they want.
Hymn CXXII. Common Metre.
Not afhamed of the Gospel.
'M not afham'd to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his crofs.
2 Jefus, my God, I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my foul to fhame,
Nor let my hope be loft.
3 Firm as his throne, his promife ftands,
And he can well fecure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
Then will he own my worthlefs name
Before his Father's face;
And in the New Jerufalem
Appoint my foul a place.
Hymn CXXIII. Short Metre. [or b]
MPOSTURE fhrinks from light,
And dreads the curious eye;
But Chriftian truths the test invite,
They bid us fearch and try.
2 A meek inquiring mind,
Lord, help us to maintain;
That growing knowledge we may find,
And growing virtue gain.
3 With understanding blefs'd,
Created to be free,
Our faith on man we dare not reft,
Subject to none but thee.
4 Give us the light we need,
Our minds with knowledge fill; From noxious error guard our creed, From prejudice, our will.
The truth thou shalt impart, May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evafive art, And fearing thee alone.
Hymn CXXIV. Common Metre. [*]
NDULGENT Father, how divine,
How bright thy glories are!
Through nature's ample round they shine,
Thy goodness to declare.
2 But, in the nobler work of grace,
What winning mercy fmiles!
In my divine Redeemer's face,
And every fear beguiles.
3 Such wonders, Lord, while I furvey,
To thee, my thanks fhall rife;
When morning ufhers in the day,
Or evening veils the skies.
4 When glimmering life refigns its fiame,
Thy praise fhall tune my breath ;
The fweet remembrance of thy name
Shall gild the fhades of death.
5 But, O how bleft my fong fhall rife,
When freed from feeble clay;
And all thy glories meet mine eyes,
In one eternal day!
6 Not feraphs, who refound thy name
Through the etherial plains,
Shall glow with a diviner flame,
Or raise fublimer strains.
Hymn CXXV. Common Metre. [*]
NDULGENT God, whofe bounteous care
O'er all thy works is fhown,
O let my grateful praise and prayer
Arife before thy throne.
2 What mercies has this day bestow'd!
How largely haft thou blefs'd!"
My cup with plenty overflow'd,
With cheerfulness my breaft.
3 Now may foft flumbers clofe my eyes,
From pain and fickness free;
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