You that his heavenly influence prove,
Can you forbear his praise?

4 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.

5 And shall we long and wish in vain ?
Lord, teach our songs to rise;
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

6 O happy period! glorious day!

When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptur'd lay, To celebrate thy praise.

Mrs. STEEI.E:

HYMN XLIX. Common Metre.

The happy End of the Christian Course. 1 DEATH may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home;

Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?
2 With heavenly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.

3 God has laid up in heaven for me,
A crown which cannot fade ;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;

But all who hope and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son..

5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From every ill design;

And to his heavenly kingdom keep
This feeble soul of mine.
6 God is my everlasting aid,
My portion and my friend;
To him be highest glory paid,
Through ages without end.

Altered from WATTS.

HYMN L. Long Metre.

Christ the Physician of the Soul.

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1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made; Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds her utmost power. 2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns With fatal strength in every part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. 3 But can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh,

To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly? \ 4 Yes, there's a great Physician near ; Look up my fainting soul and live! See in his heavenly smiles appear Such help as nature cannot give ! 5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only that dear sacred flood Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo. 6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sovereign cure is found; A cordial for the fainting heart, A balm for every painful wound.

Mrs. STEELE.

HYMN LI. Long Metre.

The Sight of Christ in Heaven.

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1 DESCEND, ye hosts of angels bright,
And bear us on your guardian wings,
Through regions of celestial light,
Above the reach of earthly things;
2 Beyond this curtain of the sky,
Up where eternal ages roll!
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
3 O for a beatifick sight

Of our Almighty Father's throne !
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Cloth'd with a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And heavenly powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds bright glories on them all.
5 What joys unspeakable they feel,
Whilst to their golden harps they sing ;
And echo from each heavenly hill,
The glorious triumph of their King!
6 O may the happy day draw nigh,
When we shall rise to realms above,
To join the musick of the sky,
And celebrate redeeming love!

HYMN LII.

WATTS, altered.

Ardent Love to Christ.

1 DO not I love thee, O my Lord?

Behold my heart and see;

And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Is not thy name melodious still
To my enraptur'd ear?

Doth not my pulse with pleasure beat,
My Saviour's voice to hear?

3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock
I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

4 Would not my ardent spirit vie
With angels round thy throne,
To execute thy sacred will,

And make thy glory known? 5 Would not my beart pour out its flood, In honour of thy name? And challenge the cold hand of death To damp th' immortal flame ?

6 Thou know'st I love thee, O my Lord; But how I long to soar

ve the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more!

HYMIN LIL

DODDRIDGE

Long Metre.

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Christian Privileges and Obligations.

I DOST thou my worthless name record,

Free of thy holy city, Lord?

Am I a sinner, call'd to share

The precious privileges there?

2 Art thou my King, my Father styl'd?
And I thy servant and thy child?
Whilst many of the human race
Are aliens from thy Zion's grace

?

3 Lo, wretched millions draw their breath
In lands of ignorance and death!
But I enjoy my share of time
Within thy gospel's favour'd clime.

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4 Shall I receive this grace in vain ?
Shall I my great vocation stain ?
Away, ye works in darkness wrought!
Away, each sensual, wanton thought!
5 My soul, I charge thee to excel,
In thinking right and acting well;
Deep let thy searching powers engage,
Unbias'd in the sacred page.

6 Heighten the force of good desire ;
To deeds of shining worth aspire ;
More firm in fortitude, despise

The world's seducing vanities.

7 Strong and more strong, thy passions rule,
Advancing still in virtue's school;
Contending still, with noble strife,
To imitate thy Saviour's life.

HYMN LIV. Long Metre.
The only living and true God.
(Psalm 86.)

SCOTT.

1 ETERNAL God, almighty Cause
Of earth and sea and worlds unknown;
All things are subject to thy laws,
All things depend on thee alone.
2 Thy glorious being singly stands,
Of all within itself possest;

Controll'd by none are thy commands;
Thou from thyself alone art blest.
3 To thee alone ourselves we owe,
To thee alone our homage pay;
All other gods we disavow,

Deny their claims, renounce their sway. 4 In thee, O Lord, our hope shall rest, Fountain of peace and joy and love!