2 Nor need, as once, the fun's prolific rays, To ftreams of joy perennial leads, And wipes, for ever wipes, the tears from ev'ry face." Some of the fhining number, once, I knew, Nay, fome (my elder brethren now) Sat later out for heav'n; my junior faints, below; Converted laft, yet firft with glory crown'd! Would first the fummit gain, And leave me, far behind, flow journeying thro' the Lov'd, while on earth; nor lefs belov'd, tho' gone; To you I'll follow on, The fhinings of his grace Soften my paffage thro' the wilderness, And vines, nectareous, fpring, where briers grew; Make me, at times, near half as bleft as you. And chear me all my journey thro' ! And hide the hill at Sion from my view. Spirit of light, thrice holy dove, Brighten my sense of int'reft in that love My whole falvation hangs on thee, } Then, when thy fummons bids me come up higher, Well-pleafed I fhall from life retire, And join the burning hofts, beheld at distance now. HYMN III. Happiness found. 1 HAPPINESS, thou lovely name, Not the wisdom of the wife Only to be found in thee: Conftitute our blifs below; Thee to fee, and thee to love, Conftitute our blifs above. 3 Lord, 3 Lord, it is not life to live, If thy prefence thou deny; 4 Whilft I feel thy love to me, Heav'n below, and heav'n above. HYMN IV. Affliction. 1 ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of diftrefs, Juft ready all hope to refign, I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine: I fink at thy feet with my load; And ftretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror fhall cease, The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jefus for peace, The rock that is higher than I: Speak, Saviour, for fweet is thy voice, Thy prefence is fair to behold; I thirst for thy fpirit with cries And groanings that cannot be told. If fometimes I ftrive, as I mourn, My hold of thy promile to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep; 3 While harrass'd, and caft from thy fight,' I Some sweetness in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art; Thy grace is my only refource; If e'er thou art Lord of my heart, Thy spirit must take it by force." HYMN V. The Method of Salvation. THE Father we blefs, Whofe diftinguishing grace, Selected a people to fhew forth thy praise; Nor is thy love known, By election alone; For, O thou haft added the gift of thy Son. 2 The goodness in vain, 3 4 We attempt to explain, Which found and accepted a ransom for men ; Thou didst not decline, To concur with the Father's moft gracious defign. To Jefus our friend, Our thanks fhall afcend, Who faves to the utmost, and loves to the end; Our ransom he paid, In his merit array'd We attain to the glory for which we were made. Sweet fpirit of grace, Thy mercy we bless, · For thy eminent fhare in the council of peace; Great 5 6 Great agent divine, To reftore us in thine, And cause us afresh in thy likeness to shine. O God, 'tis thy part, To convince and convert; To give a new life, and create a new heart; By thy presence and grace, We're upheld in our race; And are kept in thy love to the end of our days. Father, Spirit, and Son, Agree thus in One, The falvation of thofe he has mark'd for his own; Let us too agree, To glorify thee, Thou ineffable One, thou adorable Three. HYMN VI. The evil Heart. I ASTONISH'D and diftrefs'd, I turn mine eyes within ; My heart with loads of guilt oppreft, 2 What crouds of evil thoughts, 3 Almighty King of faints, Thefe tyrant lufts fubdue; Expel the darkness of my mind, 4 This done, my cheerful voice, HYMN VII. Thy Kingdom come. I O WHEN fhall we, fupremely bleft, Enter into our glorious reft! VOL. VI. (34.) Dd Partake |