339. C. M.

NEWTON.

The City of Zion.

'ION's a city built of God, How glorious is the place! The Savior there hath his abode There faints behold his face.. Firm against ev'ry adverfe fhock Its mighty bulwarks prove; Fix'd on an everlasting rock,

And wall'd around with love. There all the fruits of glory grow, And joys that never die;

There ftreams of endless pleafure Bow,
The foul to fatisfy.

Come, fet your faces Zion-ward ;
The facred road enquire;

And may an union to the Lord
Become your own defire.

The gospel fhines with cleareft light

No longer, then, delay:

The Lord himself fhall guide you right,

And Jefus is the way.

340.

L. M.

WATTS'S H.

The Church a Garden.

ION's a garden wall'd around,
Chofen, and made peculiar ground;

A little fpot, inclos'd by grace,

Out of the world's wide wilderness.

Like spicy trees believers fland;
Planted by God the Father's hand:
And all the fprings in Zion flow,
To make the young plantation grow.
Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come !
Blow on thy garden of perfume:
Spirit divine, defcend, and breath
A gracious gale on plants beneath!
Make our beft fpices flow abroad,
To entertain our Savior God:
Let faith, and love, and joy appear,
And every grace be active here!

341. C. M.

TE

RIPPON'S Sel.

At an experience Meeting.

HERE's joy in heav'n, and joy on earth,
When Prodigals return

Whene'er defponding fouls rejoice,

And haughty finners mourn.

"Come faints, and hear what God hath done,"

Is a reviving found:

O may it fpread from fea to fea,

E'en all the globe around.

Often, O fov'reign Lord, renew

The wonders of this day:

That Jefus here may fee his feed,

And fatan lofe his

prey.

Great God, the work is all thine own,

Thine be the praises too,

Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue

Give thee the glory due.

342.

S. M.

HOSKINS.

On the admiffion of Members.

Teraints; Ye faints, your tongues employ, To him aloud your voices raise, And tell the Church your joy.

our Redeemer's praise

The God that made your frame,
And guards your fleeting hours,
Expects that you his love proclaim
With all your nobleft pow'rs.

He chose you in his Son,
E'er time began its rounds,
And notwithstanding all you've done,
Your life with mercy crowns.

He call'd you by his grace,

When in deftruction's road, Inclin'd your hearts to seek his face, And plead his pard'ning blood.

The dear Redeemer brought

His great falvation near,

And now your hearts and lips are taught

His goodness to declare,

Dear Lord, accept the praise

We offer to thy name,

And let the remnant of our days
Thy wod'rous love proclaim.

343.

H

When deflitute of a Minifter.

APPY foul, who hears and follows
Jefus fpeaking in his word!

Paul, and Cephas, and Apollos,
All are his in Chrift the Lord.
Ev'ry ftate, howe'er diftreffing,
Shall be profit in the end;
Ev'ry ordinance a bleffing;
Ev'ry providence a friend.

Chriftians, do you want a teacher,
Helper, counsellor, and guide?
Would you find a proper preacher ?
Afk your God, and he'll provide.
Build on no man's parts or merit ;
Bat obferve the gospel plan:
Jefus fends his Holy Spirit,

And the Spirit fends the man.-
Blefs, dear Lord, each lab'ring fervant;
Bless the work they undertake;
Make them able, faithful, fervent;
Blefs them for thy church's fake.
All things for our good are given,
Comforts, croffes, ftaffs, or rods;
All is ours in earth and heaven;
We are Chrift's, and Chrift is God's.

HEPHERD of Ifrael, bend thine ear,
Thy fervants groans indulgent hear;

Perplex'd, diftrefs'd, to thee we cry,
And feek the guidance of thine eye.
Send forth, O Lord, thy truth and light,
To guide our doubtful footsteps right:
Our drooping hearts, O God, sustain,
Nor let us feek thy face in vain.
Return, in ways of peace, return,
Nor let thy flock neglected mourn ;
May our blefs'd eyes a Shepherd see,
Dear to our fouls, and dear to thee.

345.

Sevens.

BRADFORD'S Col.

On fending a Brother into the MiniftryOn fending a Miffionary, Te.

H

EARLD of the King of kings,
Preach the peace the gospel brings ;

Loud extol th' incarnate God,

Preach the virtue of his blood.

Celebrate with ev'ry breath
Jefus' all-atoning death;
Praise the faints unfpotted dress,
Chrift's imputed righteousness.
Speak of free electing grace,
Shining in Immanuel's face;
Speak of Jefus' faving name,
Which for ever is the fame.
And let us in prayers join,
Bleffing, praifing love divine;
Never be afham'd to tell

Chrift hath fav'd our fouls from hell.