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2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Oh! to be hid within the ark, Majestic like the sun;
And shelter'd from its rage. It gives a light to every age,
2 See the commission'd angel frown!* It gives, but borrows none.
That vial in his hand, 3 The hand that gave it still supplies
Fill'd with fierce wrath, is pouring down The gracious light and heat;
Upon our guilty land!
If yet there may be hope; 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
Who knows but mercy yet may spare, For such a bright display,
And bid the angel stop ?1 As makes a world of darkness shine
4 Already is the plague begun, With beams of heavenly day.
And fired with hostile rage, 3 My soul rejoices to pursue
Brethren, by blood and interest one, The steps of him I love;
With brethren now engage. Till glory breaks upon my view
5 Peace spreads her wings, prepar'd for flight, In brighter worlds above. C.
And war, with flaming sword,
And hasty strides, draws nigh to fight HYMN LXIII.
The battles of the Lord. The Word more Precious than Gold.
6 The first alarm, alas! how few, 1 Precious Bible! what a treasure
While distant, seem to hear! Does the word of God afford !
But they will hear, and tremble too,
When God shall send it near.
7 So thunder o'er the distant hills Having this I need no more.
Gives but a murm'ring sound;
But as the tempest spreads, it fills, 2 Food to which the world's a stranger,
And shakes the welking round.
8 May we at least, with one consent,
Fall low before the throne;
With tears the nation's sins lament,
The church's and our own. 3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
9 The humble souls who mourn and pray, Or when Satan wounds my mind,
The Lord approves and knows; Cordials to revive me quickly,
His mark secures them in the day
When vengeance strikes his foes.
HYMN LXV. For the word of consolation
Confession and Prayer. Dec. 13, 1776. Is to me a mighty shield: While the scripture-truths are sure,
1 Oh! may the power which melts the rock, From his malice I'm secure.
Be felt by all assembled here!
Or else our service will but mock 5 Vain his threats to overcome me,
The God whom we profess to fear!
2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land, Satan trembles at the word:
Thy people's eyes are fixed on thee! "Tis a sword for conquest made,
We own thy just uplifted hand,
Which thousands cannot, will not see. Keen the edge, and strong the blade. 6 Shall I envy, then, the miser,
3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care Doating on his golden store ?
On this indulg'd ungrateful spot; Sure I am, or should be wiser;
While other nations, far and near,
Have envied and admir'd our lot.
4 Here peace and liberty have dwelt, Food and med’oine, shield and sword. The glorious gospel brightly shone;
And oft our enemies have felt
That God has made our cause his own.
5 But, ah! both heaven and earth have heard HYMN LXIV.
Our vile requital of his love! On the Commencement of Hostilities in We, whom like children he has rear'd, America.
Rebels against his goodness prove.|| 1 Tue gath'ring clouds, with aspect dark,
* Rev. xvi. 1. 1 Sam. xxiv. 16. I Numb. xvi. 46. A rising storm presage;
Firmament or atmosphere.
Isaiah i. 2
6 His grace despis’d, his power defied “Come, and in my chambers hide, * And legions of the blackest crimes,
To my saints of old well known; Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,
There you safely may abide, Are signs that mark the present times. Till the storm be overblowli. 7 The Lord, displeas'd, has rais'd his rod;
3 “ You have only to repose Ah, where are now the faithful few, On my wisdom, love, and care; Who tremble for the ark of God,
When my wrath consumes my foes, And know what Israel ought to do ?*
Mercy shall my children spare: Lord, hear thy people ev'rywhere,
While they perish in the flood, Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray;
You that bear my holy mark,t "he nation and thy churches spare,
Sprinkled with atoning blood,
Shall be safe within the ark." And let thy wrath be turn’d away.
4 Sinners, see the ark prepar'd!
Haste to enter while there's room;
Though the Lord his arm has bar'd
Seek him while there yet is hope, 1 WHILE Joshua led the armed bands
Ere the day of grace be past, Of Israel forth to war;
Lest in wrath he give you up, Moses apart, with lifted hands,
And this call should prove your last.' Engagd in humble prayer. 2 The armed bands had quickly fail'd,
On the Earthquake. Sept. 8, 1775. To put the foes to flight.
1 ALTHOUGH on massy pillars built, 3 When Moses' hands through weakness
The earth has lately shook ; The warriors fainted too;
It trembles under Britain's guilt,
Before its Maker's look.
2 Swift as the shock amazement spreads,
And sinners tremble too; 4 A people, always prone to boast, Were taught by this suspense,
What flight can screen their guilty heads, That not a num'rous armed host,
If earth itself pursue ? But God, was their defence.
3 But mercy spar'd us while it warn'd,
The shock is felt no more; 5 We now of fleets and armies vaunt, And ships and men prepare;
And mercy now, alas! is scorn'd But men like Moses most we want
By sinners, as before. To save the state by prayer.
4 But if these warnings prove in vain, 6 Yet, Lord, we hope thou hast prepar'd
Say, sinner, canst thou tell, A hidden few to-day
How soon the earth may quake again, (The nation's secret strength and guard)
And open wide to hell ? To weep, and mourn, and pray.
5 Repent before the Judge draws nigh,
Or else when he comes down, 7 O hear their prayers, and grant us aid !
Thou wilt in vain for earthquakes cry Bid war and discord cease;
To hide thee from his frown.
6 But happy they who love the Lord,
And his salvation know;
The hope that 's founded on his word, HYMN LXVII.
No change can overthrow. The Hiding-place. Feb. 10, 1779. 7 Should the deep-rooted hills be hurld, I SEE the gloomy gath’ring cloud
And plung'd beneath the seas, Hanging o'er a sinful land !
And strong convulsions shake the world, Sure the Lord proclaims aloud
Your hearts may rest in peace. Times of trouble are at hand.
8 Jesus, your Shepherd, Lord, and Chief, Happy they who love his name;
Shall shelter you from ill; They shall always find him near;
And not a worm or shaking leaf Though the earth were wrapt in flame, Can move, but at his will..
They have no just cause for fear. 2 Hark, his voice in accents mild,
HYMN LXIX. (O how comforting and sweet!)
On the Fire at Olney. Sept. 22, 1777. Speaks to every humble child,
1 WEARIED by day with toils and cares, Pointing out a sure retreat!
How welcome is the peaceful night! | Exod. xvii. 9.
Ezek. ix, 4. 1 Rev, vi 16
• 1 Chron. xii. 32.
* Isaiah xxvi. 20.
Sweet sleep our wasted strength repairs,
HYMN LXXI. And fits us for returning light.
Our rest may break ere well begun; Shines on ev'ry place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh
To the souls that love his name. 3 'Tis of the Lord that we can sleep 2 When they move at duty's call, A single night without alarms;
He is with them by the way: His eye alone our lives can keep
He is ever with them all, Secure amidst a thousand harms.
Those who go and those who stay. 4 For months and years of safety past,
3 From his holy mercy-seat Ungrateful we, alas ! have been;
Nothing can their souls confine; Though patient long, he spoke at last,
Still in spirit they may meet, And bid the fire rebuke our sin.
And in sweet communion join.
4 For a season call’d to part, 5 The shout of—Fire! a dreadful cry,
Let us then ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.
5 Jesus, hear our humble prayer! 6 The throng and terror who can speak? Tender Shepherd of thy sheep! The various sounds that fill'd the air
Let thy mercy and thy care The infant's wail, the mother's shriek,
All our souls in safety keep. The voice of blasphemy and prayer.
6 In thy strength may we be strong, 7 But prayer prevail'd and sav'd the town: Sweeten ev'ry cross and pain;
The few who lov'd the Saviour's name Give us, if we live, ere long
7 Then, if thou thy help afford, 8 O may that night be ne'er forgot!
Ebenezers shall be rear'd, Lord, still increase thy praying few! And our souls shall praise the Lord, Were Olney left without a Lot,
Who our poor petitions heard.
HYMN LXXII. 1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake,
On the Death of a Believer. A hearty welcome here receive;
1 In vain my fancy strives to paint May we together now partake
The moment after death, The joys which only he can give!
The glories that surround the saints 2 To you and us by grace 'tis given
When yielding up their breath. To know the Saviour's precious name, 2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks ; And shortly we shall meet in heaven,
We scarce can say, “They 're gone!" Our hope, our way, our end the same. Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne. 3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above,
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, Make our communications sweet,
To trace her in her flight;
Which hides that world of light. 4 Forgotten be each worldly theme,
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, When christians see each other thus;
They are completely blest, We only wish to speak of him
Have done with sin, and care, and woe, Who liv'd and died, and reigns for us.
And with their Saviour rest. 5 We'll talk of all he did and said,
5 On harps of gold they praise his name, And suffer'd for us here below;
His face they always view; The path he mark'd for us to tread,
Then let us follow'rs be of them And what he's doing for us now.
That we may praise him too. 6 Thus, as the moments pass away, 6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal, We 'll love, and wonder, and adore,
Should make their mem'ry dear; And hasten on the glorious day,
And, Lord, do thou the prayers fulfil When we shall meet to part no more.
They offer'd for us here!
7 While they have gain'd, we losers are,
HYMN LXXV. We miss them day by day;
Hope beyond the Grave. But thou canst ev'ry breach repair,
1 My soul, this curious house of clay, And wipe our tears away.
Thy present frail abode, 8 We pray, as in Elisha's case,
Must quickly fall to worms a prey, When great Elijah went,
And thou return to God.
The change before it come?
I have a heavenly home!
3 “The Saviour whom I then shall see On the Death of a Minister.
With new-admiring eyes, I His master taken from his head,
Already has prepar'd for me Elisha saw him go,
A mansion in the skies."* And, in desponding accents said,
4 I feel this mud-wall'd cottage shake, “Ah! what must Israel do?"
And long to see it fall; 2 But he forgot the Lord who lifts
That I my willing flight may take The beggar to the throne,
To him who is my all. Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts
5 Burden'd and groaning then no more, Would soon be made his own.
My rescu'd soul shall sing, 3 What! when a Paul has run his course,
As up the shining path I soar, Or when Apollos dies,
“Death thou hast lost thy sting." Is Israel left without resource?
6 Dear Saviour help us now to seek And have we no supplies ?
And know thy grace's power,
That we may all this language speak, 4 Yes! while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store,
Before the dying hour.
There the Weary are at Rest. HYMN LXXIV.
1 COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize
The Saviour's love provides-
Eternal life beyond the skies 1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
For all whom here he guides. Speaks the departure of a soul,
2 The wicked cease from troubling there, Let each one ask himself “ Am I
The weary are at rest;t Prepar'd, should I be call’d to die?" Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care, 2 Only this frail and feeting breath
No more approach the blest. Preserves me from the jaws of death: 3 A wicked world, and wicked heart, Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
With Satan now are join'd; And plung'd into a world unknown. Each acts a too successful part 3 Then leaving all I lov'd below,
In harassing my mind. To God's tribunal I must go;
4 In conflict with this threefold troop, Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
How weary, Lord, am I! And fix my everlasting state.
Did not thy promise bear me up, 4 But could I bear to hear him say,
My soul must faint and die. “ Depart, accursed, far away!
5 But fighting in my Saviour's strength, With Satan in the lowest hell,
Though mighty are my foes, Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell." I shall a conq'ror be at length
O'er all that can oppose. 5 Lord Jesus! belp me now to flee, And seek my hope alone in thee;
6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear? Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
The crown of glory see! Subdue my sin, and let me live.
The more I toil and suffer here,
The sweeter rest will be. 6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
The Day of Judgment. 7 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
1 Day of judgment, day of wonders ! And long, and wish to hear thy voice, Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Glad when it bids me earth resign, Secure of heaven, if thou art mine.
2 Cor. v. 1.
t Job iii. 17
Louder than a thousand thunders, 17 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above !
Shakes the vast creation round! (confound ! Since all below to ruin tends; How the summons will the sinner's heart Here may we trust, obey, and love, 2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
And there be found amongst thy friends. Cloth'd in majesty divine ! You who long for his appearing,
HYMN LXXIX. Then shall say, This God is mine! [thine !
The great Tribunal.* Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for
1 John, in vision, saw the day 3 At his call the dead awaken,
When the Judge will hasten down; Rise to life from earth and sea :
Heaven and earth shall flee away All the powers of nature shaken,
From the terror of his frown; By his looks prepare to flee;
Dead and living, small and great, Careless sinner! what will then become of
Raised from the earth and sea, 4 Horrors past imagination
At his bar shall hear their fateWill surprise your trembling heart,
What will then become of me? When you hear your condemnation,
2 Can I bear his awful looks ? “ Hence, accursed wretch, depart! (part!" Shall I stand in judgment then, Thou with Satan and his angels have thy When I see the open'd books, 5 Satan, who now tries to please you, Written by the Almighty's pen? Lest you timely warning take,
If he to remembrance bring, When that word is past, will seize you, And expose to public view, Plunge you in the burning lake:
Ev'ry work and secret thing, Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all 's at stake. Ah! my soul, what canst thou do? 6 But to those who have confessed,
3 When the list shall be produc'd Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
Of the talents I enjoyed ;
Time and strength, how misemployed . You for ever shall my love and glory know." Conscience then, compellid to read, 7 Under sorrows and reproaches,
Must allow the charge is true;
In that hour, what wilt thou do?
Then from gilt and danger free,
Glad I 'll meet him in the air:
That 's the book I hope to plead,
'Tis the gospel opend wide; 1 God, with one piercing glance looks thro'
Lord, I am a wretch indeed!
I have sinn'd, but thou hast died.t
5 Now my soul knows what to do;
Thus I shall with boldness stand, 2 Sinners who dare provoke his face,
Number'd with the faithful few, Who on his patience long presume,
Own'd and sav'd at thy right-hand: And trifle out his day of grace,
If thou help a feeble worm Will find he has a day of doom.
To believe thy promise now, 3 As pangs the lab'ring woman feels,
Justice will at last confirm
What thy mercy wrought below.
The Old and New Creation. 5 When thus the mountains melt like wax; 1 That was a wonder-working word
When earth, and air, and sea, shall burn; Which could the vast creation raise?
Poor sinner, whither wilt thou turn? Admir'd the plan, and sung his praise. 6 The puny works which feeble men 2 From what a dark and shapeless mass, Now boast, or covet, or admire ;
All nature sprung at his command ! Their pomp and arts, and treasures, then Let there be light, and light there was, Shall perish in one common fire.
And sun, and stars, and sea, and land.
* Book III. Hymn iv.
† 2 Pet. iii. 8-10.
* Rev. xx. 11, 12
| Rom. viii. 34. Job xxxviij. 7