"Tis Better for me not to live, Than not to live to Thee. 3. Naked came I into this World, And nothing with me brought; And nothing have I here deferv'd: Yet have I lacked nought. 4. I do not bless my lab'ring Hand, My lab'ring, Head, or Chance ; Thy Providence, moft gracious God, Is mine inheritance. 5. Thy Bounty gives me bread with peace, A table free from ftrife: Thy Bleffing is the ftaff of Bread, Which is the staff of life. 6. The daily Favours of my God I cannot fing at large: Yet let me make this holy boast, I am th' Almighty's charge. 7. Lord, in the Day, thou art about The paths wherein I tread ; And in the Night, when I lie down, Thou art about my bed. 8. A thousand Deaths I daily 'fcape, I pass by many a pit, I fail by many dreadful rocks, Where others have been split. Whilft others in God's prifons lie, Bound with Affliction's chains, I walk at large, fecure and free From fickness and from pains. 10. [Thy bleffing, Lord, doth multiply One Jacob to two bands, One Perfon to a Family, Which thro' thy bleffing stands. 11. With Cov'nant Blood my posts are red, 'Tis on my Lintel found; And lo! the line of fcarlet Thread Is on my window bound. * Josh. ii, 18. 13. O let my Houfe a Temple be; That I and mine may fing Hofannah's to thy Majefty, And praise our heav'nly King.]. 14. 'Tis thou haft crown'd my Actions, Lord, With good Succefs, each Day: This crown, together with myself, At thy bleft feet I lay. 15. Is not the Hand of God in this? 17. Lord of my Time, whofe hand doth fet New Time upon my score! Thee may I praise for all my time, When Time shall be no more. 12. 'Tis not, my God, myself alone, E'er yet my feeble thoughts had But mine to thee I owe : Thou mad'ft me many out of one; let thy Praifes grow. With heedless steps I ran, Thine Arm unfeen convey'd me fafe And led me up to Man, 7. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my Way, And through the pleafing Snares of vice, More to be fear'd than they. 8. When worn with Sickness,oft haft thou With health renew'd my face; And when in Sins and forrows funk, Reviv'd my foul with Grace. 9. Thy bounteous Hand with temp'ral Goods Has made my cup run o'er, My daily thanks employ ; life Thy Goodness I'll purfue; And after death in diftant Worlds The glorious theme renew. 12. When Nature fails, and day and night Divide thy Works no more, Thy praise; but who am I? 2. Thy Brightnefs unto them appears, Whilft I thy Footsteps trace: A Sound of GOD comes to my ears, But they behold thy Face. 3. How greata Being, Lord, is thine, Which doth all Beings keep! Thy Knowledge is the only line To found fo vaft a Deep. 4. How good art thou, whofe Goodnefs is Our Parent, Nurse and Guide; Whose streams do water Paradise, And all this Earth befide! 5. Thine upper and thy nether Springs Make both thy Worlds to thrive ; Under thy warm and fhelt'ringWings Thou keep'ft two broods alive. 6. Thy Arm of Might, most mighty King, Both Rocks and Hearts doth break: My God, thou can't do ev'ry thing, But what should fhew thee weak. 7. How awful is thy fearching Eye, Witness to all that's true! Dark Hell, and deep Hypocrify Lie plain before its View. 8. Moft pure and holy are thine eyes, Moft holy is thy Name; Thy Saints and Laws, and Penalties, Thy Holiness proclaim. 9. Mercy, that fhining Attribute, The finner's Hope and plea! Huge Hofts of Sins in their pursuit Are drown'd in that red Sea. 10. Thy 10. Thy Wisdom, which both makes 5. Praife, praise him, all ye Saints and mends, We ever must admire: Creation all our Wit tranfcends; Redemption rifes higher. below, Praise him both Eaft and Weft: Praise him, all ye baptized Lands, Praife, whom you have profefs'd. 11. Great is thy Truth, and fhall 6. Praise him, our famous Christian prevail To Unbelievers fhame : Ifle, Praise him with one accord. Thy Truth and Years do never fail, Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Tribe Thou ever art the fame. 12. Unbelief is a raging Wave If God doth not his Ifrael fave, * I humbly here adore ; 7. * Exod. xxxiii. 23. 533. Be taught to praife the Lord. A 534: Wake, my foul, and with the Thy daily ftage of duty run; Each prefent day, thy laft, esteem; E bleffed Patriarchs, praife For the great Day thy felf prepare. YE the Lord! For his firft-fruits are ye : Praise him, whom now you fee. Who here proclaim'd your King,4. By influence of the Light divine, And fill'd this World with holy Sounds, Loud Hallelujah's fing. Let thy own Light to others shine; 3. Triumphant Martyrs! ye did 5. Wake, and lift up thy felf, my 1; O may I never more do ill! Perform, like you, my Maker's Will; | Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, 8. Had I your wings, to heav'n I'd fy; But God fhall that defect fupply, And my Soul wing'd with warm defire, Shall all day long to heav'n afpire. 9. All praife to thee, who fafe haft kept, And haft refresh'd me whilft I flept; I may of endless Light partake. O never then from me depart; and will, And with thy felf my Spirit fill. In thy fole Glory may unite. The Ill that I this day have done; I, ere I fleep, at peace may be. Sleep that may me more vig'rous To ferve my God when I awake. Let no ill dreams diflurb my rest, I am but half my time alive; Let it not hold me long in chains; 14. Praife God, from whom all blef- 'Till it an Hallelujah dart. 8. The fafter fleep the fenfes binds, "AL 535. LL praise to thee, my God, For all the bleffings of the Light; 9. O when fhall I in endlefs Day, May I in fight of heav'n rejoice, Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's voice. 7. All praife to thee, in Light array'd, Who light thy Dwelling-place haft made: A boundless ocean of bright Beams From thy all-glorious Godhead streams. 8. The Sun in its meridian height, Is very darkness in thy fight: My foul O lighten and inflame 1.MY God, now i from fleep with thought and love of thy great The fole poffeffion of me take; From Midnight terrors me fecure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. z. Blefs'd angels, while we filent lie, You Hallelujah's fing on high; You joyful hymn the Ever-bleft, Before the throne, and never rest. 3. I with your Choir celeftial join, In off ring up a hymn divine; With you in Heav'n I hope to dwell, And bid the Night and World farewel. 4. My Soul, when I fhake off this duft, Lord, in thy Arms I will intruft : Name. 9. Bleft Jefu, Thou on heav'n in tent, Whole Nights haft in Devotion spent ; But I, frail creature, soon am tir'd, And all my zeal is foon expir'd. 10. My foul, how canft thou weary grow Of antedating Blifs below, In facred hymns and heav'nly love, Which will eternal be above? 11. Shine on me, Lord, new life impart, Frefh ardors kindle in my heart; One Ray of thy all-quick'ning light Dispels the floth and clouds of night. 12. Lord, left the Tempter me furprize, Watch over thine own Sacrifice; HYMNS |