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Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.

6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserved from every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land,

And dwell forever there.


Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted.

IBLEST is the man, whose bowels move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul by sympathizing love
Feels what his fellow saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of general grief
Shall find the Lord has bowels too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.
40r, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 41. L. M.
Antigua, Truro.


5 [Il tidings never can surprise
His heart, that fix'd on God relies,
The waves and tempests roar around.
Safe on a rock he sits, and sees
The shipwreck of his enemies,

And all their hope and glory drown'd. 6 The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony,

To find their expectations crost; They and their envy, pride and spite,

down to

And all their names in darkness lost.]


PSALM 112. L. M. 8
Truro, Nantwich.

The blessings of the pious and charitable.
1 THRICE happy man, who fears the

Loves his commands, and trusts his word; Honour and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclin'd; He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings 'spread,


That fill his neighbours round with dread,
His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God, with all his power, is there.
4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heavenly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness, light shall rise,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,
His works are still before his God;
His name on earth shall long remain,
While envious sinners fret in vain.


Liberality rewarded.

APPY is he that fears the Lord,
And follows his commands:
Who lends the poor without reward,
Or gives with liberal hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breast

To all the sons of need;
So God shall answer his request,
With blessings on his seed.
3 No evil tidings shall surprise

His well-establish'd mind:
His soul to God, his refuge, flies,
And leaves his fears behind.


PSALM 112. L. P. M.
St. Hellens.

The blessings of the liberal man.
1THAT man is blest, who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renown'd:
His house, the seat of wealth, shall be
An inexhausted treasury,

And with successive honours crown'd.
2 His liberal favours he extends,.
To some he gives, to others lends:

A generous pity fills his mind:
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs,
And thus he's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd,
His glory's future harvest sow'd:

The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,

When dying nature sleeps in dust. 4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground;

His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night;

And sees in darkness beams of hope.

PSALM 112. C.M. *
Rochester, Mear.

4 In times of general distress,

Some beams of light shall shine,
To show the world his righteousness,
And give him peace divine.
5 His works of picty and love
Remain before the Lord;
Honour on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his sure reward.


HYMN 38. B. 2. C. M.
York, Braintree.

Love to God.

APPY the heart where graces reign,

15 [Just as we see the lonesome dove Bemoan her widow'd state, Wandering, she flies through all the grove,


And mourns her loving mate:
6 Just so our thoughts, from thing to thing,
In restless circles rove;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

298} HYMN 108. B. 1. S. M. X

Pelham, Watchman.

Christ unseen and beloved.

[OT with our mortal eyes

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abcde,
The wings of love bear us away
To see our smiling God.


Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.


Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.
2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face;
Yet, Lord,our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.


And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;
The devils know, and tremble too;
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings, 299

When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss.

PSALM 133. C. M.
Barby, Abridge.
Brotherly love.


O, what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree!
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!

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2When streams of love, from Christ the
Descend to every soul, [spring,
And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole:

3"Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,

HYMN 42. B. 2. C. M.


297 Kingston, Peterboro', St. Asaphs. Delight in God.

1My God, what endless pleasures dwell

Above, at thy

Thy courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!
2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upward to the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat:
3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with jovful tongues;
Or, sitting round our Father's board,No
We crown the feast with songs.
4While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace,
We sing, and mount on high;
But, if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

On Aaron's reverend head,

The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er garments


'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.


HYMN 130. B. 1. L. M. b

Limehouse, Bath.

Love and hatred.

OW by the bowels of my God, His sharp distress, his sore complaints,

By his last groans, his dying blood, I charge my soul to love the saints, 2 Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone, Envy and spite forever cease;

Let bitter words no more be known
Among the saints, the sons of peace.
3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noise and strife:
Why should we vex and grieve his love,
Who seals our souls to heavenly life!
4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts;
Through all our lives let mercy run:
So God forgives our numerous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ his Son.


When they are sick,his soul complains.
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.


HYMN 126. B. 1. L. M. *
Rothwell, Eaton.

Charity and uncharitableness.

1NOT different food nor different dress
Compose the kingdom of our Lord,
But peace and joy and righteousness,
Faith, and obedience to his word.
2 When weaker Christians we despise,
We do the gospel mighty wrong;
For God, the gracious and the wise,
Receives the feeble with the strong.
3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meekness and love our souls pursue:
Nor shall our practice give offence
To saints, the Gentile or the Jew.
HYMN 133. B. 1. C. M. b
Dundee, St. James.
Love and charity.


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PSALM 35. 2d Part. C. M. *
Abridge, Arlington.
Love to enemies; or, the love of Christ
to sinners typified in David.
EHOLD the love, the generous love,


ET Pharisees of high esteem
Their faith and zeal declare,
All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.

2 Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok'd in haste,
She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.

3 [Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though she endures the wrong]
4 [She neʼer desires nor seeks to know
The scandals of the time;

Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.]


Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!

3 How did his flowing tears condole,
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortify'd his soul,

While for their life he pray'd. 4They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,

Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head

The righteous God returns. 50 glorious type of heavenly grace!

Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, the Saviour prays,

And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel's King,
Blest and belov'd of God,

To save us rebels, dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.

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5 She lays her own advantage by,
To seek her neighbour's good;
So God's own Son came down to die.
And bought our lives with blood
6 Love is the grace that keeps her power
In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no
But saints forever love.





Their malice raged without a cause,
Yet, with his dying breath,
He pray'd for murderers on his cross,
And blest his foes in death.
5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine

In vain before mine eyes?
Give me a soul a-kin to thine,
To love mine enemies.


The Lord shall on my side engage
And, in my Saviour's name,
shall defeat their pride and rage
Who slander and condemn.


HYMN 134. B. 1. L. M.
Oporto, Wells.
Religion vain without love.
ADI the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the bowels of the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain!
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The works of love can e'er fulfil.


PSALM 39. 1st Part. C. M. X
London, Charmouth.




Watchfulness over the tongue;
prudence and zeal.
HUS I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
"Or do my neighbour wrong."
2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The plous thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

3 "I'll go, and with a mournful tongue
"Fall down before his face;
"Father, I've done thy justice wrong,
"Nor can deserve thy grace.'

4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.


4 He said-and hasten'd to his home,
To seek his father's love;
The father saw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,

Embrac'd and kiss'd his son; The rebel's heart with sorrow brake, For follies he had done.

6" Take off his clothes of shame and sin,"
(The father gives command)
"Dress him in garments white and clean,
"With rings adorn his hand.
7" A day of feasting I ordain ;
Let mirth and joy abound;
'My son was dead, and lives again,
"Was lost, and now is found."



PSALM 51. 2d Part. C. M. b
Plymouth, Windsor.
Repentance, and faith in the blood of Christ.

10 GOD of mercy, hear my call,

My load of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.
2Give me the presence of thy grace;

Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.
3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain,
For sin could e'er atone;
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise :
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.


HYMN 74. B. 2. S. M. b Little Marlboro', Ustic. Repentance from a sense of divine goodness; or, a complaint of ingratitude. Is this the kind returs we owe,



HYMN 123. B. 1. C. M. b
Carolina, Canterbury.
The repenting prodigal.

1 BEHOLD the wretch, whose lust and


To what a stubborn frame

Had wasted his estate; [wine] He begs a share among the swine, To taste the husks they eat! 2"I die with hunger here," he cries, "I starve in foreign lands; "My father's house has large supplies, And bounteous are his hands.


Has sin our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!
[On us he bids the sun
Shed his reviving rays;
For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.


Thus to abuse eternal love,
Whence all our blessings flow?

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When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.
5 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.

5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh ;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of
And give us hearts of flesh. [stone,
6 Let old ingratitude


4 The brutes obey their God,
And bow their necks to men:
But we, more base, more brutish things,
Reject his easy reign.]

Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise.



HYMN 101. B. 1. L. M. X
Truro, Shoel..

b Jay in heaven for a repenting sinner.


HYMN 106. B. 2. C. M.
Carolina, York.
Repentance at the cross.
IF my soul was form'd for wo.
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.
30 how I hate those lusts of mine.

That crucified my God;
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his
Fast to the fatal wood. [flesh
4Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die;
has so

Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While, with a melting, broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.


HYMN 9. B. 2. C. M.
Mear, Wantage.
Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?

2 Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bath'd in its own blood,

While, all expos'd to wrath divine,
The glorious sufferer stood !

HO can describe the joys that rise,
Through all the courts of paradise,
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born?.
With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.


3 Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

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2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look:

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3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,
Till thou remove thy rod.


Those, who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride,
And thy delays of mercy give.
Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope. In thy compassion lies;

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, This thought shall bear our spirits up,. And shut his glories in, That God will not despise.

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