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HYMN 120. B. 1. C. M. * 4 Light are the pains that nature brings;
Christmas, Rochester.
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things
The present we compare!
51 would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I forever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer's face.

Faith of things unseen. 1PAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight, Breaks trough the clouds of flesh and


And dwells in heavenly light. 2 It sets times past in present view, Brings distant prospects home, Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to come.

3By faith we know the worlds were made
By God's almighty word;
Abrah'm, to unknown countries led,
By faith obey'd the Lord.
4 He sought a city, fair and high,
Built by the eternal hands;
And faith assures us, though we die,
That heavenly building stands.

HYMN 129. B. 2. L. M. Nantwich, Italy.


We walk by faith, not by sight. 1'TIS by the faith of joys to come,

We walk thro' desarts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies, She makes the pearly gates appear: Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desart through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abrah'm, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promis'd land, And fired his zeal along the road.

HYMN 162. B.2. C. M. *

275 St. Davids, St. Asaphs.

Meditation of heaven; or, the joy of faith.

And look within the veil ; [skies, There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail.

Ver. 10.

ITHmy whole heart I've sought

surmount these lower 'WO let me never face.

From thy commands, O God of grace,
Nor tread the sinner's way!

2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed THREE in ONE;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.


HYMN 14. B. 1. L. M. ***
Truro, Portugal.

The triumph of faith; or, Christ's un-
changeable love.
1WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn?
And mercy, like a mighty stream,
'Tis God that justifies their souls;
O'er all their sins divinely rolls.
2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell?
'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead;
And, the salvation to fulfil,
Behold him rising from the dead!
3 He lives! he lives! and sits above,
Forever interceding there:
Who shall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?
4 Shall persecution, or distress,
Famine or sword, or nakedness?
He that hath loved us bears us through,
And makes us more than conquerors too.
Faith hath an overcoming power;
It triumphs in the dying hour;
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope,
Nor can we sink with such a prop.
Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor powers on high, nor powers below,
Shall cause his mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.



3 His promise stands forever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart:
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.

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PSALM 119. 13th Part. C. M. b
Canterbury, Wantage.

Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience.

Ver. 11.

2 Thy word I've hid within my heart,
To keep my conscience clean,
And be an everlasting, guard
From every rising sin.

Ver. 63, 53, 158.

3 I'm a companion of the saints, Who fear and love the Lord: My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word.

Ver. 161, 163.

4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong,
My spirit stands in awe;
My soul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves thy righteous law.
5 My heart with sacred reverence hears
The threatenings of thy word;
My flesh with holy trembling fears
The judgments of the Lord.

Ver. 161, 120.

Ver. 166, 174.

6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait
For thy salvation still;
While thy whole law is my delight,|,
And I obey thy will.

278} Swanwick, Barby.

Desertion and hope; or, complaint of absence from public worship.

WITH carnest longings of the mind,


My God, I
So pants the hunted hart to find
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without control,
"And where's your God at last?"
4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far

Beneath this heavy load?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

PSALM 42. 1st Part. C.M. Xorb

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.


PSALM 42. 2d Part. L. M. X
Portugal, Bath.
Melancholy thoughts reproved; or,
hope in affliction.
1MY spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.

3 Yet will the Lord command his love
When I address his throne by day;
Nor in the night his grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
4I'll cast myself before his feet,
And say, "My God, my heavenly rock!
"Why doth thy love so long forget
"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"
I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,
Why should my soul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too :
He is my rest, my sure relief.
6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still;
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thine holy hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy!



PSALM 77. 1st Part. C. M. b
Durham, Dundee.

Melancholy assau ting, and hope pre-


O God I cry'd with mournful voice,
I sought his racious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,
And fill'd the night with fear.
2 Sad were my days, and dark my

My soul refus'd relief; [nights,
I thought on God, the just and wise,
But thoughts increas'd my grief.
Still I comp ain'd, and still oppress'd,
My heart began to break:
My God, thy wrath forbade iny rest,
And kept mine eyes awake.
4 My overwhelming sorrows grew


Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew,

And call'd thy judgments o'er.
5 I call'd back years and ancient times,

When I beheld thy face;
My spirit search'd for secret crimes,
That might withhold thy grace.
6I call'd thy mercies to my mind,

Which I enjoy'd before:
And will the Lord no more be kind?
His face appear no more?


17 Will he forever cast me off?
His promise ever fail?
Hath he forgot his tender love?
Shall anger still prevail?

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2 This man at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands:
That, boldly rises near the throne,
And talks of duties he has done.
3The Lord their different language knows,
And different answers he bestows;
The humble soul with grace he crowns,
While on the proud his anger frowns.
4 Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting pharisee;
I have no merits of my own,
But plead the sufferings of thy Son.

The pharisee and publican.


The publican and pharisee; One doth his righteousness proclaim; The other owns his guilt and shame.

PSALM 131. C. M.. b
Plymouth, Mear.

Humility and submission.
there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble

And all my carriage mild; [still, Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd
And trust a faithful Lord.


PSALM 18. 3d Part. L. M.
Antigua, Italy.

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Rejoicing in God; or, salvation and triumph.
UST are thy ways, and true thy word,


Who is a God, beside the Lord?
Or, where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis he that girds me with his might,
Gives me his holy sword to wield;
And, while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads his salvation for my shield.
3 He lives (and blessed be my Rock)
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell he broke:
Sweet is the peace my Father gives
4 Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father's name;
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame
5 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace forever shall extend ;-
Thy love to saints, in Christ their head
Knows not a limit, nor an end.

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2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love;
And soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.
3[Quick as their thoughts their joys come
But fly not half so fast away! [on,
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.
4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasure grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.]
5 They scorn to seek our golden toys;
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o'er the richer joys,
That heaven prepares for their delight.
6. While wretched we, like worms and

Lie grov'ling in the dust below:
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we'll aspire to glory too.

HYMN 73. B. 2. C. M.

286 Braintree, Hymn Second.

Doubts scattered; or, spiritual joys restored.

1HENCE from my soul, sad thoughts,

Who tells his saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

[Glory to God, who stoops his throne,
That dust and worms may see't,
And brings a glimpse of glory down
Around his sacred feet.

|3When Christ,with all his graces crown'd,
Sheds his kind beams abroad,
'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground,
And glory in the bud.

4 A blooming paradise of joy

In this wild desert springs;
And every sense I straight employ
On sweet celestial things.
White lilies all around appear,
And each his glory shows!
The Rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.
6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit,

And drink the pleasures down;
Pleasures that flow hard by the foot
Of the eternal throne!]]


But ah! how soon my joys decay ;
How soon my sins arise,
And snatch the heavenly scene away
From these lamenting eyes!


8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when The shining day appear,

9 Up to the fields above the skies,
My hasty feet would go;
'There everlasting flowers arise,
And joys unwithering grow.



Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

be And leave me to my joys; My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2Darkness and doubts had veil'd

d my


And drown'd my head in tears,
Til sovereign grace, with shining rays,
Dispell'd my gloomy fears.
30! what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine-
When Jesus told me I was his,
And my Beloved, mine.

That I shall leave those clouds of sin,
And guilt, and darkness here?


The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place!
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.]
Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God;
But favourites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.


4. In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks iny peace in vain;
One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face,
Revives my joys again.


HYMN 59. B. 2. C. M.
Irish, Arundel.
Paradise on earth.

1GLORY to God, who walks the sky
And sends his blessings




HYMN 30. B. 2. S. M.

St. Thomas, Silver Street.
Heavenly joy on earth.
OME, we that love the Lord,

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[The God that rules on high; And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas;]

This awful God is our's,

Our Father, and our

Verse 73, 125.

He shall send down his heavenly powers (2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand,
To carry us above.

My service is thy due;
O make thy servant understand
The duties he must do.
Verse 19.

6 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss,
Should constant joys create.
8 [The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.]
9 [The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the 'golden streets.
10 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's

To fairer worlds on high.]


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3 Since I'm a stranger here below,
Let not thy path be hid;
But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide.

Verse 26.

4 When I confess'd my wandering ways,
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.
Verse 33, 34.

5 If God to me his statutes show,
And heavenly truth impart,
His work forever I'll pursue,

His law shall rule my heart.
Verse 50, 71.

6 This was my comfort when I bor
Variety of grief;

It made me learn thy word the more
And fly to that relief.

Verse 51.

7 [In vain the proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy law;
Nor let that blessed gospel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.

Verse 27, 171.

8 When I have learn'd my Father's will
I'll teach the world his ways:
My thankful lips, inspir'd with zeal
Shall loud pronounce his praise.


PSALM 37. 2d Part. C. M. 6
Barby, Carolina.


Charity to the poor; or, religion in words and deeda


WHY do the wealthy wicked boast And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just, Excels the sinner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The saint is merciful, and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.
3 His alms with liberal heart he gives
Among the sons of need;
His memory to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.

4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud;

His ready tongue declares to me

What of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide;

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