My Sins would roufe his Wrath to Flame,

And yet his Wrath delays.

[4 On a poor Worm thy Pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er with ftand:

Thy Juftice might have crufh'd me dead,
But Mercy held thine Hand.
5 A thousand wretched Souls are fled
Since the last fetting Sun,

And yet thou length'neft out my Thread,
And yet my Moments run.]
6 Dear GOD, let all my Hours be thine,
Whilst I enjoy the Light;

Then fhall my Sun in Smiles decline,
And bring a pleasant Night..
VII. An Evening Song.

[1 Read Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song Like holy Incense rise;

Affift the Off rings of my Tongue
To reach the lofty Skies.

2 Thro' all the Dangers of the Day

Thy Hand was ftill my Guard, And ftill to drive my Wants away Thy Mercy food prepar'd.]

3 Perpetual Bleffings from above,
Encompass me around,

But O how few Returns of Love
Hath my Creator found!

4 What have I done for Him that dy'd
To fave my wretched Soul?

How are my Follies multiply'd, · ́
Minutes roll!

Faft as my

LORD, with this guilty Heart of mine
To thy dear Cross I flee,
And to thy Grace my Soul refign,
To be renew'd by thee.

6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning Blood,
I lay me down to Reft,
As in th' Embraces of my Gov,
Or on my Saviour's Breaft.

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VIII. An Hymn for Morning or Evening.

HOSANNA, with a chearful Sound,

upholding Hand;
Ten thousand Snares attend us round,
And yet fecure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing Pow'r
That rais'd us with a Word,
And ev'ry Day, and ev'ry Hour,
We lean upon the LORD.

3 The Ev'ning refts our weary Head,
And Angels guard the Room;
We wake, and we admire the Bed
That was not made our Tomb.
4 The rifing Morning can't affure
That we shall end the Day;
For Death ftands ready at the Door
To take our Lives away.

5

Our Breath is forfeited by Sin

To God's avenging Law;

We own thy Grace, immortal King,
In ev ry Gafp we draw.

6 GOD is our Sun, whofe daily Light
Our Joy and Safety brings;
Our feeble Flesh lies fafe at Night
Beneath his fhady Wings.

IX. Godly Sorrow arifing from the Sufferings

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of CHRIST.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that facred Head
For fuch a Worm as I?

[2 Thy Body flain, fweet JESUS, thine,
And bath'd in its own Blood,
While all expos'd to Wrath divine
The glorious Suff'rer stood!]

3 Was it for Crimes that I had, done,
He groan'd upon the Tree?
Amazing Fity! Grace unknown!
And Love beyond degree !

4 Well might the Sun in Darkness hide,
And fhut his Glories in,

5

When God the mighty Maker dy'd
For Man the Creature's Sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing Face,
While his dear Crofs appears,

Diffolve my Heart in Thankfulness,
And melt my Eyes to Tears.

6 But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay
The Debt of Love I owe :

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Here, LORD, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.

X. Parting with carnal Foys.

MY Soul forfakes her vain Delight,

And bids the World farewel;

Base as the Dirt beneath my Feet,
And mischievous as Hell.
2 No longer will I ask your Love,
Nor feck your Friendship more;
The Happiness that I approve
Is not within your Pow'r.

3 There's nothing round this fpacious Earth That fuits my large Defire;

To boundlefs Joy, and folid Mirth,
My nobler Thoughts afpire.

[ Where Pleafure rolls its living Flood,
From Sin and Drofs refin'd,
Still fpringing from the Throne of God,

And fit to cheer the Mind.

5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the Sphere,
The Glorious and the Great,
Brings his own All-fufficience there,
To make our Blifs complete.]

6 Had I the Pinions of a Dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly Road;

There fits my Saviour drefs'd in Love,
And there my fmiling GoD.

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Send the Joys of Earth away, Away ye Tempters of the Mind; Falfe as the fmooth deceitful Sea, And empty as the whiftling Wind, 2 Your Streams were floating me along Down to the Gulph of black Despair; And whilft I liften'd to your Song, Your Streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 LORD, I adore thy matchless Grace. That warn'd me of that dark Abyss: That drew me from those treach'rous Seas, And bid me feek fuperior Bliss.

4 Now to the fhining Realms above

I ftretch my Hands, and glance my Eyes;
O for the Pinions of a Dove,

To bear me to the upper Skies!

5 There from the Bofom of my GoD

Oceans of endless Pleasures roll;
There would I fix my last Abode,
And drown the Sorrows of my Soul.

XII. CHRIST is the Subftance of the Levitical
Priesthood.

1 HE true Meffiah now appears,
The Types are all withdrawn:

So fly the Shadows and the Stars
Before the rifing Dawn.