Let the fiery cloudy Pillar-Exod. 13. 21.
Lead me all my Journey through;
Strong Deliv'rer! Strong Delivrer!
Be Thou ftill my Strength and Shield.

When I tread the Verge of Jordan,-Jer. 12.5.
Bid my anxious Fears fubfide;
Death of Deaths, and Hell's Deftruction,*
Land me fafe on CANAAN's Side.
Songs of Praises, Songs of Praises,
I will ever give to Thee.

Mufing on my Habitation.

Mufing on my heav'nly Home,-Heb. 11. 16. Fills my Soul with Holy Longing, Come, my JESUs, quickly come.†

Vanity is all I fee,

LORD, I long to be with Thee !§

T

HYMN LXV. 8s.
The Good Shepherd.

HE LORD my Pafture fhall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's Care;
His Prefence shall my Wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful Eye;
My Noon-day Walks He fhall attend,,
And all my Midnight Hours defend.
When in the fultry Glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty Mountain pant,
To fertile Vales and dewy Meads
My weary wand'ring Steps He leads;
Where peaceful Rivers, foft and flow,
Ainid the verdant Landskip flow.

* Cor. 5. 54 † Rev. 22, 20.

§ Phil. 1. 23.

Though in the Path of Death I tread,
With gloomy Horrors overfpread,
My ftedfaft Heart fhall fear no Ill,
For Thou, O LORD, art with me ftill;
Thy friendly Crook fhall give me Aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful Shade.

Tho' in a bare and rugged Way,
Thro' devious lonely Wilds 1 ftray,
Thy Bounty fhall my Pains beguile,
The barren Wildernefs fhall finile,
With fudden Greens and Herbage crown'd,
And Streams fhall murmur all around.

HYMN XLVI. C. M.
Amazing Love.

LUNG'D in a Gulph of dark Despair,
We wretched Sinners lay,

Without one chearful Beam of Hope,
Or Spark of glimm'ring Day.

With pitying Eyes, the PRINCE of Grace,
Beheld our helpless Grief;
He faw, and (O amazing Love!)
He came to our Relief.

Down from the fhining Seats above,
With joyful Hafte He fled;
Enter'd the Grave in mortal Flesh,

And dwelt among the Dead.

Oh! for this Love let Rocks and Hills

Their lafting Silence break:

And all harmonious human Tongues,
The SAVIOUR's Praises speak!

Angels affift our mighty Joys,
Strike all your Harps of Gold:
But when you raise your highest Notes
His Love can ne'er be told!

HYMN LXVII. C. M.
Providence and Grace.

WEET is the Mem❜ry of thy Grace,
My God, my Heav'nly KING!

SW

Let Age to Age thy Righteousness
In Sounds of Glory fing.

Gon reigns on high, but not confines
His Goodnefs to the Skies;

Thro' the whole Earth his Goodness fhines,
And ev'ry Want supplies.

With longing Eyes thy Creatures wait
On Thee for daily Food;

Thy lib'ral Hand provides them Meat,
And fills their Mouths with Good.

How kind are thy Compaffions, LORD!
How flow thine Anger moves:
But foon He fends his pard'ning Word,
To chear the Soul He loves.

Creatures, with all their endless Race,
Thy Pow'r and Praise proclaim:
May we, who tafte thy richer Grace,
Delight to blefs thy Name.

HYMN LXVIII. S. M.
Preferving Grace.

O GOD the only wife,

T%

Our SAVIOUR and our KING,

Let all the Saints below the Skies
Their humble Praises bring.

'Tis his Almighty Love,
His Counfel and his Care,
Preferves us fafe from Sin and Death,
And ev'ry hurtful Snare.

He will present his Saints

Unblemih'd and compleat,-Eph. 5. 27.

Before the Glory of his Face,

With Joys divinely great.

Then all the chofen Seed

Shall meet around the Throne, Shall blefs the Conduct of his Grace, And make his Wonders known.

To our Redeeming GOD, Wisdom and Pow'r belongs; Immortal Crowns of Majefty, And everlasting Songs!

HYMN LXIX. C. M.
Hope of Glory.

H

E is a GoD of Sov'reign Love
That promis'd Heav'n to me;
And taught my Thoughts to foar above *
Where happy Spirits be.-Heb. 12. 23.
• Col. 3. I, 2.

Prepare me, LORD, for thy Right Hand,
Then come the joyful Day!

Come Death, and fome Coeleftial Band,*
And bear my Soul away.

Then, my Beloved, take my Soul-Cant. 11. 16.
Up to thy bleft Abode,

That, Face to Face, I may behold-Job 19. 27. My SAVIOUR and my God.

HYMN LXX.

The hiding Place.

C. M.

hiding Place, my Refuge, Tow'r, And Shield, art Thou, O LORD;

MY hi

I firmly anchor all my Hopes.

On thy unerring Word.

Engrav'd, as in Eternal Brass,

The mighty Promise shines :
Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze
Thofe Everlasting Lines.

The facred Word of Grace is ftrong
As that which built the Skies;

The Voice which rolls the Stars along,
Spake all the Promises.

HYMN LXXI. C. M. JEHOVAH the Sinner's Help and Hope.

Pf. 90.

GOD our Help in Ages past,

Our Hope for Years to come;

Our Shelter from the ftormy Blaft,-Isa. 32. 2, And our eternal Home.

* Luke 16. 22.