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"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?
Is not the thing divine?
Lord of Succefs: thee will I blefs,
Who on my paths dost shine.
16. Man's life's a Book of hiftory,
The leaves thereof are Days;
The letters, Mercies clofely join'd:
The title is, thy Praise.

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.

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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.

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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,
And in a kind and faithful Friend
Has doubled all my store.
10. Ten thousand thousand precious
Gifts,

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a chearful Heart,
That taftes thofe gifts with joy.
11. Thro' ev'ry Period of my

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,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Thy Mercy fhall adore.
13. Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful Song I'll raise ;
For oh! Eternity's too short
To utter all thy Praife.

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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
Dafhing against a Rock:

If God doth not his Ifrael fave,
Then let th' Egyptians mock.
13. Thy bright Back-parts, O God
of Grace,

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I humbly here adore ;
Shew me thy Glory and thy Face,
That I may praise thee more.

7.

* Exod. xxxiii. 23.

533.

Be taught to praife the Lord.

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534:
Morning-Hymn.

Wake, my foul, and with the
Sun,

Thy daily ftage of duty run;
Shake off dull floth, and joyful rife;
To pay thy Morning-facrifice.
2. Thy precious Time mispent, re-
deem,

Each prefent day, thy laft, esteem;
Improve thy Talent with due care,

E bleffed Patriarchs, praife For the great Day thy felf prepare.

YE

the Lord!

For his firft-fruits are ye :
Bleft Prophets, who dreamt here of
God,

Praise him, whom now you fee.
z. Ye twelve Apoftles of the Lamb,

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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;
Reflect all Heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love, and chearful praife.

3. Triumphant Martyrs! ye did 5. Wake, and lift up thy felf, my

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1;

O may I never more do ill!

Perform, like you, my Maker's Will; | Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thy own almighty Wings.
2. Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear
Son,

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;
Grant, Lord, when I from death fhall
wake,

I may of endless Light partake.
to I would not wake, nor rife again.
Ev'n heav'n itfelf I would difdain,
Wert not thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be employ'd.
11. Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er
thou art,

O never then from me depart;
For to my foul, 'tis Hell to be,
But for one moment void of Thee.
12. Lord, I my Vows to thee renew;
Scatter my Sins as morning Dew;
Guard my firt Springs of thought

and will,

And with thy felf my Spirit fill.
13. Direct, controul,fuggeft,this day,
All I defign, or do, or fay;
That all my Pow'rs, with all their
might,

In thy fole Glory may unite.

The Ill that I this day have done;
That with the Worid, myself, and
Thee,

I, ere I fleep, at peace may be.
3. Teach me to live, that I may
dread
The Grave as little as my
Bed ;
To die, that this vile body may
Rife glorious at the awful Day.
4. O may my Soul on thee repofe,
And may fweet fleep mine eye-lids
clofe;

Sleep that may me more vig'rous
make,

To ferve my God when I awake.
5. When in the night I fleepless lie,
My foul with heav'nly thoughts fup-
ply;

Let no ill dreams diflurb my rest,
No pow'rs of darknefs me moleft.
6. Dull fleep! of Senfe me to de-
prive,

I am but half my time alive;
Thy faithful Lovers, Lord, are griev'd,
To lie fo long of thee bereav'd.
7. But tho' fleep o'er my frailty
reigns,

Let it not hold me long in chains;
But now and then let loose my heart,

14.
Praife him, all creatures here below;
Praife him above, ye heav'nly Hoft,
Praise Father, Son, and holy Ghoft.Thy Lovelinefs unclouded fee.

Praife God, from whom all blef- 'Till it an Hallelujah dart.
fings flow,

8. The fafter fleep the fenfes binds,
The more unfetter'd are our minds:
O may my Soul, from Matter free,

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535.
Evening-Hymn.

LL praise to thee, my God,
this Night,

For all the bleffings of the Light;

9. O when fhall I in endlefs Day,
For ever chafe dark fleep away;
And hymns with the fupernal Choir,
Inceffant fing, and never tire!
10. O may my Guardian, while I
fleep,
Clofe to my bed his Vigils keep;

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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 :
O make me thy peculiar care,
Some Manfion for my foul prepare.
5. Give me a place at thy faints feet,
Or fome fall'n Angels vacant Seat;
I'll ftrive to fing as loud as they,
Who fit above in brighter day.
6. O may I always ready ftand,
With my Lamp burning in my hand

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;
All loofe, all idle thoughts caft out,
And make my very dreams devout.
13. Praise God, from whom, &c.

HYMNS

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