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I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,

3 The lamb, the dove, set forth And victory hangs in doubtful scale:

His perfect innocence,* But Jesus has his promise past,

Whose blood of matchless worth,
That grace
shall overcome at last.

Should be the soul's defence;
For he who can for sin atone,

Must have no failings of his own.

4 The scape-goat on his headt

The people's trespass bore,

And to the desert led,
Contentment.* Chap. iv. 11.

Was to be seen no more: 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind,

In him our Surety seem'd to say, As tempests vex the sea;

“ Behold, I bear your sins away." But calm content and peace we find, 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, When, Lord, we turn to thee.

The living bird went free;f 2 In vain by reason and by rule

The type, well understood, We try to bend the will;

Express'd the sinner's plea; For none but in the Saviour's school Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg’d, Can learn the heavenly skill.

And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 3 Since at his feet my soul has sat

6 Jesus, I love to trace, His gracious words to hear,

Throughout the sacred page, Contented with my present state,

The footsteps of thy grace, I cast on him my care.

The same in ev'ry age. 4 “ Art thou a sinner, soul ?" he said, O grant that I may faithful be “ Then how canst thou complain?

To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me! C. How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd

With everlasting pain ! 5 “ If thou of murm'ring wouldst be cur'd,

HYMN CXXXIII. Compare thy griefs with mine;

The Word quick and powerful. Think what my love for thee endur'd,

Chap. iv. 12, 13. And thou wilt not repine.

1 The word of Christ, our Lord, 6 "'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,

With whom we have to do,
And I do all things well;

Is sharper than a two-edg'd sword,
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell.

To pierce the sinner through:

2 7 " In life my grace shall strength supply,

Swift as the lightning's blaze,

When awful thunders roll,
Proportion'd to thy day

It fills the conscience with amaze,
At death thou still shalt find me nigh
To wipe thy tears away."

And penetrates the soul.

3 8 Thus I, who once my wretched days

No heart can be conceal'd * In vain repinings spent,

From his all-piercing eyes; Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,

Each thought and purpose stands reveald, Have learn'd to be content. C.

Naked, without disguise.

4 He sees his people's fears,

He notes their mournful cry,
He counts their sighs and falling tears,

And helps them from on high.

5 Though feeble is their good,
Old Testament Gospel. Chap. iv. 2. It has its kind regard;
1 ISRAEL, in ancient days,

Yea, all they would do if they could, Not only had a view

Shall find a sure reward. Of Sinai in a blaze,

6 He sees the wicked too, But learn'd the gospel too: The types and figures were a glass,

And will repay them soon,

For all the evil deeds they do, In which they saw the Saviour's face.

And all they would have done.ll 2 The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door, t


Since all our secret ways Seen with enlightend eyes,

Are mark'd and known by thee, And once applied with power,

Afford us, Lord, thy light of grace, Would teach the need of other blood,

That we ourselves may see. To reconcile an angry God.

* Lev. xii. 6. | Lev. xvi. 21.

1 Lev. xiv. 51-53. • Book III. Hymn lv. | Exodus xii. 13.

§ 1 Kings viii. 18. Matth. v. 28.


But you are precious in my eyes,

And shall not smart in vain. Looking unto Jesus. Chap. xii. 2.

7 “I see your hearts at present fill'd 1 By various maxims, forms, and rules,

With grief and deep distress; That pass for wisdom in the schools,

But soon these bitter seeds shall yield I strove my passion to restrain,

The fruits of righteousness.” But all my efforts prov'd in vain.

8 Break through the clouds, dear Lord, and 2 But since the Saviour I have known,

Let us perceive thee nigh! (shine, My rules are all reduc'd to one,

And to each mourning child of thine
To keep my Lord, by faith, in view;

These gracious words apply.
This strength supplies, and motives too.
3 I see hinn lead a suff'ring life,
Patient amidst reproach and strife;

And from his pattern courage take,
To bear and suffer for his sake.

4 Upon the cross I see him bleed,
And by the sight from guilt am freed;

Ephesus. Chap. ii. 1–7. This sight destroys the life of sin, 1 Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus, And quickens heavenly life within.

And thus he speaks to some of us :5 To look to Jesus as he rose,

“ Amidst my churches, lo, I stand, Confirms my faith, disarms my foes; And hold the pastors in my hand: Satan I shame and overcome,

2 “Thy works to me are fully known, By pointing to my Saviour's tomb.

Thy patience and thy toil I own; 6 Exalted on his glorious throne,

Thy views of gospel-truth are clear, I see him make my cause his own;

Nor canst thou other doctrine bear. Then all my anxious cares subside,

3 “ Yet I must blame while I approve; For Jesus lives, and will provide.

Where is thy first, thy fervent love? 7 I see him look with pity down,

Dost thou forget my love to thee? And hold in view the conq'ror's crown; That thine is grown so faint to me! If press'd with griefs and cares before, 4. “Recall to mind the happy days,

My soul revives, nor asks for more. When thou wast fill'd with joy and praise , 8 By faith I see the hour at hand,

Repent, thy former works renew, When in his presence I shall stand; Then I'll restore thy comforts too. Then it will be my endless bliss,

5 “Return at once, when I reprove, To see him where, and as he is.

Lest I thy candlestick remove;
And thou, too late, thy loss lament,

I warn before I strike,-Repent."

6 Hearken to what the Spirit saith,
Love-tokens. Chap. xii. 5—11.

To him that overcomes by faith, 1 AFFLICTIONS do not come alone,

“ The fruit of life's unfading tree, A voice attends

In paradise his food shall be.”
By both he to his saints is known,
A Father and a God !

2 " Let not my children slight the stroke
I for chastisement send,

Smyrna. Chap. ii. 11. Nor faint beneath my kind rebuke, 1 The message first to Smyrna sent, For still I am their friend.

A message full of grace, 3 - The wicked I perhaps may leave

To all the Saviour's flock is meant, A while, and not reprove;

In ev'ry age and place. But all the children I receive,

2 Thus to his church, his chosen bride, I scourge, because I love.

Saith the great First and Last, 4 “If, therefo you are left without

Who ever lives, though once he died, This needful discipline,

“ Hold thy profession fast. You might with cause admit a doubt,

3 “Thy works and sorrow well I know, If you, indeed, were mine.

Perform'd and borne for me; 5 “Shall earthly parents then expect Poor though thou art, despis'd and low, Their children to submit?

Yet who is rich like thee? And will not you, when I correct, 4. “I know thy foes, and what they say, Be humbled at my feet?

How long they have blasphem'd; 6 “To please themselves they oft chastise, The synagogue of Satan they, And put their sons to pain;

Though they would Jews be deem'd.


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5 “Though Satan for a season rage, 6 Such is the conqueror's reward, And prisons be your lot,

Prepar'd and promis'd by the Lord ! I am your friend, and I engage

Let him that hath the ear of faith, You shall not be forgot.

Attend to what the Spirit saith. 6 “Be faithful unto death, nor fear A few short days of strife;

HYMN CXL. Behold! the prize you soon shall wear,

Laodicea. Chap. iii. 14—20. A crown of endless life!"

1 Hear what the Lord, the great Amen, 7 Hear what the Holy Spirit saith Of all who overcome;

The true and faithful witness says!

He form'd the vast creation's plan, • They shall escape the second death,

And searches all our hearts and ways. The sinner's awful doom !"

2 To some he speaks, as once of old, HYMN CXXXVIII.

“I know thee, thy profession's vain:

Since thou art neither hot nor cold, Sardis. Chap. iii. 1–6.

I 'll spit thee from me with disdain. 1 “WRITE to Sardis," saith the Lord,

3 “Thou boasted, “I am wise and rich, And write what he declares, He whose Spirit, and whose Word,

Increas'd in goods, and nothing need;

And dost not know thou art a wretch, Uphold the seven stars: “All thy works and ways I search,

Naked, and poor, and blind, and dead. Find thy zeal and love decayed;

4 “ Yet while I thus rebuke, I love, Thou art call'd a living church,

My message is in mercy sent; But thou art cold and dead.

That thou may'st my compassion prove 2 “Watch, remember, seek, and strive,

I can forgive if thou repent. Exert thy former pains ;

5 “Wouldst thou be truly rich and wise! Let thy timely care revive

Come, buy my gold in fire well tried, And strengthen what remains;

My ointment to anoint thine eyes, Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, My robe thy nakedness to hide. Former times to mind recall,

6 " See at thy door I stand and knock ! Lest my sudden stroke descend,

Poor sinner, shall I wait in vain ? And smite thee once for all.

Quickly thy stubborn heart unlock, 3 “ Yet I number now in thee

'That I may enter with my train. A few that are upright;

7 “ Thou canst not entertain a king, These my Father's face shall see,

Unworthy thou of such a guest, And walk with me in white:

But I my own provisions bring, When in judgment I appear,

To make thy soul a heavenly feast.” They for mine shall be confessid: Let my faithful servants hear,

HYMN CXLI. And woe be to the rest !"


The Little Book.* Chap. X.

1 WHEN the belov'd disciple took
Philadelphia. Chap. iii, 7–13. The angel's little open book,
1 Thus saith the holy One and true,

Which, by the Lord's command, he ate,

It tasted bitter after sweet. To his beloved faithful few, “Of heaven and hell I hold the keys,

2 Thus when the gospel is embrac'd, To shut, or open, as I please.

At first 'tis sweeter to the taste

Than honey, or the honey-comb, 2 "I know thy works, and I approve;

But there's a bitterness to come.
Though small thy strength, sincere thy love,
Go on, my word and name to own,

3 What sweetness does the promise yield, For none shall rob thee of thy crown.

When by the Spirit's power seal'd! 3 “ Before thee see my mercy's door

The longing soul is fill'd with good, Stands open wide, to shut no more;

Nor feels a wish for other food.
Fear not temptation's fiery day,' 4 By these inviting tastes allur'd
For I will be thy strength and stay. We pass to what must be endur'd;

For soon we find it is decreed,
4. “ Thou hast my promise, hold it fast,
The trying hour will soon be past;

That bitter inust to sweet succeed. Rejoice, for, lo! I quickly come,

5 When sin revives, and shows its power, To take thee to my heavenly home.

When Satan threatens to devour, 5 “A pillar there, no more to move,

When God afflicts, and men revile, Inscrib'd with all my names of love

We draw our steps with pain and toil. A monument of mighty grace, Thou shalt for ever have a place.”

• Book III. Hymn xxvii.

6 When thus deserted, tempest-tossid, Better ne'er to have been born The sense of former sweetness lost,

Than to have our all below. We tremble lest we were deceivid, 3 When constrain'd to go alone, In thinking that we once believ'd.

Leaving all you love behind, 7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known, Ent’ring on a world unknown, To win and fix us for his own;

What will then support your mind ? And though we now some bitter meet, When the Lord his summons sends,* We hope for everlasting sweet.

Earthiy comforts lose their power;
Honour, riches, kindred, friends,

Cannot cheer a dying hour.

4 Happy souls, who fear the Lord;

Time is not too swift for you;

When your Saviour gives the word.
Glad you 'll bid the world adieu :

Then he'll wipe away your tears,

Near himself appoint your place; NEW-YEAR HYMNS.

Swifter fly, ye rolling years,

Lord, we long to see thy face.
Time how swift.

HYMN III. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Uncertainty of Life. Hasted through the former year,

1 SEE, another year is gone! Many souls their race have run,

Quickly have the seasons pass'd ! Never more to meet us here:

This we enter now upon Fix'd in an eternal state,

May to many prove their last : They have done with all below;

Mercy hitherto has spar'd, We a little longer wait,

But have mercies been improv'd ? But how little none can know.

Let us ask, Am I prepar'd, 2 As the winged arrow flies,

Should I be this year remov'd? Speedily the mark to find;

2 Some we now no longer see, As the lightning from the skies

Who their mortal race have run, Darts, and leaves no trace behind :

Şeem'd as fair for life as we, Swiftly thus our fleeting days

When the former year begun: Bear us down life's rapid stream;

Some, but who God only knows, Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,

Who are here assembled now, All below is but a dream.

Ere the present year shall close, 3 Thanks for mercies past receive,

To the stroke of death must bow. Pardon of our sins renew;

3 Life a field of battle is, Teach us henceforth how to live,

Thousands fall within our view, With eternity in view :

And the next death-bolt that flies, Bless thy word to young and old,

May be sent to me or you. Fill us with a Saviour's love;

While we preach and while we hear, And when life's short tale is told,

Help us, Lord, each one to think, May we dwell with thee above.

Vast eternity is near,

I am standing on the brink.

4 If, from guilt and sin set free,

By the knowledge of thy grace,
Time how short.

Welcome, then, the call will be, 1 TIME, with an unwearied hand,

To depart and see thy face. Pushes round the seasons past :

To thy saints, while here below, And in life's frail glass the sand

With new years, new mercies come; Sinks apace, not long to last;

But the happiest year they know, Many as well as you or I,

Is their last, which leads them home. Who last year assembled thus, In their silent graves now lie;

HYMN IV. Graves will open soon for us.

A New Year's Thought and Prayer. 2 Daily sin, and care, and strife,

1 Time by moments steals away, While the Lord prolongs our breath, First the hour, and then the day; Make it but a dying life,

Small the daily loss appears,
Or a kind of living death:

Yet it soon amounts to years:
Wretched they, and most forlorn,
Who no better portion know;

Isaiah x. 3.


Thus another year is flown,

Daily drinking human gore, Now it is no more our own,

Still he thirsts and calls for more. If it brought or promis'd good,

4 If the God whom we provoke, Than the years before the flood.

Hither should his way direct, 2 But (may none of us forget)

What a sin-avenging stroke It has left us much in debt;

May a land like this expect! Favours from the Lord receivid,

They who now securely sleep, Sins that have his Spirit griev'd,

Quickly then would wake and weep; Mark'd by an unerring hand,

And too late would learn to fear, In his book recorded stand:

When they saw the danger near. Who can tell the vast amount

5 You are safe who know his love, Plac'd to each of our account?

He will all his truth perform; 3 Happy the believing soul,

To your souls a refuge prove, Christ for you has paid the whole:

From the rage of every storm: While you own the debt is large,

But we tremble for the youth; You may plead a full discharge;

Teach them, Lord, thy saving truth; But, poor careless sinner, say,

Join them to thy faithful few, What can you to justice pay?

Be to them a refuge too. Tremble, lest when life is past,

Into prison you be cast. 4 Will you still increase the score?

HYMN VI. Still be careless as before?

Earthly Prospects deceitful. O forbid it, gracious Lord !

1 Opt in vain the voice of truth Touch their spirits by thy word ! Now in mercy to them show

Solemnly and loudly warns; What a mighty debt they owe!

Thoughtless, unexperienc'd youth, All their unbelief subdue,

Though it hears, the warning scorns. Let them find forgiveness too.

Youth in fancy's glass surveys

Life prolong'd to distant years, 5 Spard to see another year,

While the vast imagin'd space Let thy blessing meet us here:

Fill'd with sweets and joys appears. Come, thy dying work revive, Bid thy drooping garden thrive.

2 Awful disappointment soon Sun of righteousness, arise!

Overclouds the prospect gay; Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes;

Some their sun goes down at noon, Let our prayer thy bowels move,

Torn by death's strong hand away:
Make this year a time of love.

Where are then their pleasing schemes ?
Where the joys they hope to find ?

Gone for ever, like their dreams,

Leaving not a trace behind.
Death and War. 1778.

3 Others, who are spar'd a while,

Live to weep o'er fancy's cheat; 1 Hark, how time's wide-sounding bell Find distress, and pain, and toil, Strikes on each attentive ear!

Bitter things instead of sweet: Tolling loud the solemn knell

Sin has spread a curse around, Of the late departed year;

Poison'd all things here below; Years, like mortals, wear away,

On this base polluted ground, Have their birth and dying day,

Peace and joy can never grow. Youthful spring, and wintry age, 4 Grace alone can cure our ills, Then to others quit the stage.

Sweeten life with all its cares; 2 Sad experience may relate

Regulate our stubborn wills, What a year the last has been !

Save us from surrounding snares. Crops of sorrow have been great,

Though you oft have heard in vain, From the fruitful seeds of sin;

Former years in folly spent, Oh! what numbers gay and blythe,

Grace invites you yet again, Fell by death's unsparing scythe!

Once more calls you to repent. While they thought the world their own,

5 Call'd again, at length, beware, Suddenly he mow'd them down.

Hear the Saviour's voice, and live; 3 See, how war, with dreadful stride,

Lest he in his wrath should swear, Marches at the Lord's command,

He no more will warning give. Spreading desolation wide,

Pray that you may hear and feel, Through a once much favour'd land: Ere the day of grace be past; War, with heart and arms of steel,

Lest your hearts grow hard as steel, Preys on thousands at a meal ;

Or this year should prove your lasta

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