6 The happy Gates of Gofpel-Grace
stand open Night and Day:
Lord, we are come to feek Supplies,
and drive our Wants away.
HYMN XV.
IYE Servants of God, your Mafter proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderfulName
The Name all victorious of Jefus extol ;
His Kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to fave;
And still he is nigh, his Prefence we have:
Thegreat Congregationhis Triumphfhallfing,
Afcribing Salvation to Jesus our King.
Salvation to God, who fits on the Throne; Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son: Our Jefus's Praites the Angels proclaim, Falldownontheir Faces,andworshipthe Lamb. 4 Then let us adore and give him his Right, AllGloryand Pow'r,and Wisdom andMight; All Honour and Bleffing, with Angels above, AndThanksnever ceafing, and infiniteLove.
I RAISE your triumphant Songs
To an immortal Tune;
Let the wide Earth refound the Deeds
Celestial Grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal Love
Its chief Beloved chofe,
And bid him raise our wretched Race
From their Abyss of Woes.
His Hand no Thunder bears, No Terror clothes his Brow; No Bolts to drive our guilty Souls To fiercer Flames below.
4 'Twas Mercy fill'd the Throne,,
And Wrath ftood filent by,
When Chrift was fent with Pardons down
To Rebels doom'd to die.
5 Now, Sinners, dry your Tears,
Let hopeless Sorrow cease;
Bow to the Sceptre of his Love,
And take the offer'd Peace.
6 May we obey the Call,
And lay an humble Claim
To the Salvation he hath brought,
And love and praife his Name!
HYMN XVII.
I SALVATION! O the joyful Sound!
What Pleasure to our Ears!
A fov'reign Balm for ev'ry Wound,
A Cordial for our Fears.
Bleffing, Honour, Praise and Power,
Be unto the Lamb for ever:
Jefus Chrift is our Redeemer:
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah ;
Praise the Lord.
2 Salvation! let the Echo fly
The fpacious Earth around;
N
While all the Armies of the Sky
Conipire to raise the Sound!
Bleffing, Honour, Praise and Power, &c.
3 Salvation O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the Praise belongs;
Salvation thau infpire our Hearts,
And dwell upon our Tongues.
Bleffing, Honour, Praife and Power, &c.
HYMN XVIII.
* AWAKE, our Souls, away our Fears,
Let ev'ry trembling Thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heav nly Race,
And put a cheerful Courage on.
2 True, 'tis a ftrait and thorny Road,
And mortal Spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint:
3 The mighty God whofe matchless Pow'r Is ever new and ever young;
And firm endures, while endless Years
Their everlafting Circles run.
4 From thee, the ever-flowing Spring,
Our Souls fhall draw a large Supply;
While fuch as feek refreshing Draughts
From mortal Streams fhall droop and die.
Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air,
We'll mount aloft to thy Abode;
On Wings of Love our Souls fhall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly Road.
H.Y MN XIX.
I AWAKE, my Soul, and with the Sun
Thy daily Stage of Duty run;
Shake off dull Sloth, and early rife
To pay thy morning Sacrifice.
2 Redeem thy mis-fpent Time that's past,
Live this Day as if'twere thy laft;
T'improve thy Talents take due Care,
'Gainft the great Day thyfelf prepare.
3 Let all thy Converse be fincere,
Thy Confcience as the Noon-Day clear,
Think how th' all-feeing God thy Ways,
And all thy fecret Thoughts furveys.
4 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept,
And hath refresh'd me while I flept;
Grant, Lord, when I from Death fhall wake,
I may of endless Life partake.
5 Direct, controul, fuggeft this Day, All I defign, or do, or say;
That all my Pow'rs, with all their Might,
In thy fole Glory may unite.
6 Praise God from whom all Bleffings flow;
Praise him, all Creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly Hoft;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
OD of the Morning, at whofe Voice The cheerful Sun makes hafte to rife, And like a Giant doth rejoice
To run his Journey thro' the Skies. 2 From the fair Chambers of the East The Circuit of his Race begins, And without Weariness or Reft Round the whole Earth he flies and shines,
3 O like the Sun may I fulfil
Th' appointed Duties of the Day,
With ready Mind and active Will
March on and keep my heav'nly Way.
But I fhall rove and lose the Race,
If God, my Sun, fhall disappear,
And leave me in the World's wild Maze
To follow ev'ry wand'ring Star.
5 Lord, thy Commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded Eyes;
Thy Threat'nings juft, thy Promite fure,
Thy Gospel makes the Simple wise.
6 Give me thy Councel for my Guide,
And then receive me to thy Blifs;
All my Defires and Hopes befide
Are faint and cold, compar'd with this.
HYMN XXI.
ONCE more, my Soul, the rifing Day
falutes thy waking Eyes;
Once more, my Voice, thy Tribute pay
to him that rolls the Skies.
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