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3 With equal speed the earth and seas

2 Thus the Lord's supporting power Their mighty Maker's voice obeyed;

Brightest to his saints appears,
He spake, and straight the plants and trees, When affliction's threat'ning hour

And birds, and beasts, and men were made. Fills the sky with clouds and fears, 4 But man, the lord and crown of all,

He can wonders then perform, By sin his honour soon defac'd;

Paint a rainbow on the storm.* His heart (how alter'd since the fall :) 3 All their graces doubly shine,

Is dark, deform'd, and void, and waste. When their troubles press them sore; 5 The new creation of the soul

And the promises divine
Does now no less his power display,* Give them joys unknown before:
Than when he formd the mighty whole,

As the colours of the bow
And kindled darkness into day.

To the cloud their brightness owe. 6 Though, self-destroyed, O Lord, we are, 4 Favour'd John a rainbow saw,t Yet let us feel what thou canst do;

Circling round the throne above; Thy word the ruin can repair,

Hence the saints a pledge may draw And all our hearts create anew.

Of unchanging cov'nant love:

Clouds a while may intervene,
HYMN LXXXI.

But the bow will still be seen.
The Book of Creation.

HYMN LXXXIII.
1 The book of nature open lies,
With much instruction stor'd;

Thunder. But till the Lord anoints our eyes,

1 When a black o'erspreading cloud We cannot read a word.

Has darken'd all the air, 2 Philosophers have por'd in vain,

And peals of thunder, roaring loud,

Proclaim the tempest near;
And guess'd from age to age :
For reason's eye could ne'er attain 2 Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin,
To understand a page.

The sinner oft pursue:

A louder storm is heard within, 3 Though to each star they give a name, Its size and motions teach;

And conscience thunders too. The truths which all the stars proclaim,

3 The law a fiery language speaks, Their wisdom cannot reach.

His danger he perceives ;

Like Satan, who his ruin seeks, 4 With skill to measure earth and sea,

He trembles and believes.
And weigh the subtile air;
They cannot, Lord, discover thee,

4 But when the sky serene appears, Though present ev'rywhere.

And thunders roll no more, 5 The knowledge of the saints excels

He soon forgets his vows and fears,

Just as he did before.
The wisdom of the schools;
To them his secrets God reveals,

5 But whither shall the sinner flee, Though men account them fools.

When nature's mighty frame, 6 To them the sun and stars on high,

The pond'rous earth, and air, and sea, I

Shall all dissolve in flame?
The flowers that paint the field,t
And all the artless birds that fly,

6 Amazing day! it comes apace; Divine instruction yield.

The Judge is hasting down: 7 The creatures on their senses press,

Will sinners bear to see his face, As witnesses to prove

Or stand before his frown? Their Saviour's power and faithfulness,

7 Lord, let thy mercy find a way His providence and love.

To touch each stubborn heart; 8 Thus may we study nature's book,

That they may never hear thee say, To make us wise indeed!

** Ye cursed ones, depart." And pity those who only look

8 Believers, you may well rejoice! At what they cannot read. I

The thunder's loudest strains

Should be to you a welcome voice,
HYMN LXXXII.

That tells you,

“ JESUS REIGNS.
The Rainbow.

HYMN LXXXIV.
I When the sun, with cheerful beams,
Smiles upon a low'ring sky,

Lightning in the N;
Soon its aspect soften'd seems,

1 A GLANCE from heaven with And a rainbow meets the eye:

Sometimes my pensive spirii
While the sky remains serene,

But ere I can my thoughts cu
This bright arch is never seen.

As suddenly it disappears.
† Matth. vi, 26–28. I Rom. i. 20.

| Rev. iv. 3.

2 Cor. iv. 6.

* Gen. ix. 14.

2 So lightning in the gloom of night

HYMN LXXXVI. Affords a momentary day;

Moon-Light. Disclosing objects full in sight,

1 The moon has but a borrow'd light, Which, soon as seen, are snatch'd away.

A faint and feeble ray; 3 Ah! what avail these pleasing scenes? She owes her beauty to the night, They do but aggravate my pain;

And hides herself by day. While darkness quickly intervenes,

2 No cheering warmth her beam conveys, And swallows up my joys again.

Though pleasing to behold; 4 But shall I murmur at relief?

We might upon her brightness gaze Though short, it was a precious view

Till we were starv'd with cold. Sent to control my unbelief,

3 Just such is all the light to man And prove that what I read is true.

Which reason can impart; 5 The lightning's flash did not create It cannot show one object plain, The op'ning prospect it reveald;

Nor warm the frozen heart. But only show'd the real state

4 Thus moon-light views of truths divine Of what the darkness had conceal'd.

To many fatal prove, 6 Just so, we by a glimpse discern

For what avail in gifts to shine, *
The glorious things within the vail;

Without a spark of love?
That, when in darkness, we may learn 15 The gospel, like the sun at noon,
To live by faith, till light prevail.

Affords a glorious light;
7 The Lord's great day will soon advance, Then fallen reason's boasted moon
Dispersing all the shades of night;

Appears no longer bright. Tnen we no more shall need a glance,

6 And grace not light alone bestows, But see by an eternal light.

But adds a quick’ning power;
The desert blossoms like the rose, i

And sin prevails no more.
HYMN LXXXV.
On the Eclipse of the Moon, July 30, 1776.

HYMN LXXXVII.

The Sea. 1 The moon in silver glory shone, And not a cloud in sight,

1 If, for a time, the air be calm,

Serene and sinooth the sea appears, When suddenly a shade begun

i To intercept her light.

And shows no danger to alarm

The unexperienc'd landsman's fears. 2 How fast across her orb it spread, How fast her light withdrew!

2 But if the tempest once arise,

The faithless water swells and raves;
A circle, ting'd with languid red,
Was all appear'd in view.

Its billows, foaming to the skies,

Disclose a thousand threat’ning graves. 3 While many with unmeaning eye, Gaze on thy works in vain,

3 My untried heart thus seem'd to me Assist me, Lord, that I may try

(So little of myself I knew) Instruction to obtain.

Smooth as the calm unruffled sea,

But, ah! it prov'd as treach'rous too! 4 Fain would my thankful heart and lips Unite in praise to thee,

4 The peace of which I had a taste, And meditate on thy eclipse

When Jesus first his love reveald, In sad Gethsemane.

I fondly hop'd, would always last, 5 Thy people's guilt, a heavy load,

Because my foes were then conceal’d. (When standing in their room)

5 But when I felt the tempest's power Depriv'd thee of the light of God,

Rouse my corruptions from their sleep, And fill'd thy soul with gloom.

I trembled at the stormy hour, 6 How punctually eclipses move,

And saw the horrors of the deep. Obedient to thy will !

6 Now on presumption's billows borne, Thus shall thy faithfulness and love

My spirit seem'd the Lord to dare; Thy promises fulfil.

Now, quick as thought, a sudden turn 7 Dark like the moon without the sun,

Plung'd me in gulfs of black despair. I mourn thine absence, Lord !

7 Lord, save me, or I sink, I prayed, For light or comfort I have none,

He heard, and bid the tempest cease;
But what thy beams afford.

The angry waves his word obeyed,

And all my fears were hush'd to peace. A But lo! the hour draws near apace, When changes shall be o'er,

8 The peace is his, and not my own, Then I shall see thee face to face,

My heart (no better than before) And be eclips'd no more.

* 1 Cor. xiii. 1. Isa. xxxv. 1. Book I. Hymn cry.

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Is still to dreadful changes prone, 7 Jesus, we in thy name entreat,
Then let me never trust it more.

Reveal thy gracious arm;

And grant thy Spirit's kindly heat,
HYMN LXXXVIII.

Our frozen hearts to warm.
The Flood.

HYMN XC.
1 THOUGA small the drops of falling rain,
If one be singly view'd;

The Loadstone. Collected they o'erspread the plain, 1 As needles point towards the pole, And form a mighty flood.

When touch'd by the magnetic stone; 2 The house it meets within its course

So faith in Jesus gives the soul Should not be built on clay,

A tendency before unknown. Lest, with a wild resistless force,

2 Till then, by blinded passions led, It sweep the whole away.

In search of fancied good we range; 3 'Though for a while it seemed secure,

The paths of disappointment tread, It will not bear the shock,

To nothing fix’d, but love of change. Unless it has foundations sure,

3 But when the Holy Ghost imparts And stands upon a rock.

A knowledge of the Saviour's love, 4 Thus sinners think their evil deeds,

Our wand'ring, weary, restless hearts, Like drops of rain, are small;

Are fix'd at once, no more to move. But it the power of thought exceeds,

4 Now a new principle takes place, To count the sum of all.

Which guides and animates the will; 5 One sin can raise, though small it seems,

This love, another name for grace, A flood to drown the soul;

Constrains to good, and bars from ill. What then, when countless million streams 5 By love's pure light we soon perceive Shall join to swell the whole?

Our noblest bliss and proper end; 6 Yet, while they think the weather fair,

And gladly ev'ry idol leave, If warn'd, they smile or frown;

To love and serve our Lord and Friend. But they will tremble and despair, 6 Thus borne along by faith and hope,

When the fierce flood comes down. We feel the Saviour's words are true; 7 Oh! then, on Jesus ground your hope,

“ And I, if I be lifted up, That stone in Zion laid ;*

Will draw the sinner upward too.'**
Lest your poor building quickly drop,
With ruin on your head.

HYMN XCI.

The Spider and the Bee.
HYMN LXXXIX.

1 On the same flower we often see
The Thaw.

The loathsome spider and the bee; 1 The ice and snow we lately saw,

But what they get by working there, Which cover'd all the ground,

Is different as their natures are. Are melted soon before the thaw,

2 The bee a sweet reward obtains, And can no more be found.

And honey well repays his pains ; 2 Could all the art of man suffice

Home to the hive he bears the store, To move away the snow,

And then returns in quest of more. To clear the rivers from the ice,

3 But no sweet flowers that grace the field Or make the waters flow?

Can honey to the spider yield; 3 No, 'tis the work of God alone;

A cobweb all that he can spin,
An emblem of the power

And poison all he stores within.
By which he melts the heart of stone 4 Thus in that sacred field, the word,
In his appointed hour.

With flowers of God's own planting stor'd, 4 All outward means, till he appears,

Like bees his children feed and thrive, Will ineffectual prove;

And bring home honey to the hive. Though much the sinner sees and hears 5 There, spider-like, the wicked come, He cannot learn to love.

And seem to taste the sweet perfume: 5 But let the stoutest sinner feel

But the vile venom of their hearts The soft'ning warmth of grace,

To poison all their food converts. Though hard as ice, or rocks, or steel, 6 From the same truths believers prize, His heart dissolves apace.

They weave vain refuges of lies; 6 Seeing the blood which Jesus spilt, And from the promise license draw, To save his soul from woe,

To trifle with the holy law. His hatred, unbelief, and guilt,

7 Lord, shall thy word of life and love All melt away like snow.

The means of death to numbers prove! • Matl. vii, 24; 1 Peter ji. 6.

* John xii. 32. VOL. II.

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Unless thy grace our hearts renew, The savage scorns, blasphemes, and raves, We sink to hell, with heaven in view.

But neither loves nor fears.

6 O Saviour! how thy wond'rous power HYMN XCII.

By angels is proclaim'd!

When in their own appointed hour,
The Bee saved from the Spider.

They see this lion tam'd. 1 The subtle spider often weaves

7 The love thy bleeding cross displays, His unsuspected snares

The hardest heart subdues; Among the balmy flowers and leaves, Here furious lions, while they gaze, To which the bee repairs.

Their and fierceness lose.* 2 When in his web he sees one hang, 8 Yet we are but renew'd in part, With a malicious joy,

The lion still remains ; He darts upon it with his fang,

Lord, drive him wholly from my heart, To poison and destroy.

Or keep him fast in chains.
3 How welcome then some pitying friend,
To save the threaten'd bee:

HYMN XCIV. .
The spider's treach'rous web to rend,
And set the captive free!

Sheep. 4 My soul has been in such a case;

1 The Saviour calls his people sheep, When first I knew the Lord,

And bids them on his love rely; I hasted to the means of grace,

For he alone their souls can keep, Where sweets I knew were stor'd. And he alone their wants supply. 5 Little I thought of danger near,

2 The bull can fight, the hare can flee, That soon my joys would ebb:

The ant in summer food prepare ; Biit ah! I met a spider there,

But helpless sheep, and such are we, Who caught me in his web.

Depend upon the Shepherd's care. 6 Then Satan rais'd his pois'nous sting, 3 Jehovah is our Shepherd's name,t And aim'd his blows at me;

Then what have we, though weak, to fear; While I, poor helpless trembling thing, Our sin and folly we proclaim, Could neither fight nor flee.

If we despond while he is near. 7 But, oh! the Saviour's pitying eye 4 When Satan threatens to devour, Relieved me from despair ;

When troubles press on every side, He saw me at the point to die,

Think of our Shepherd's care and power, And broke the fatal snare.

He can defend, he will provide. 8 My case his heedless saints should warn, 5 See the rich pastures of his grace, Or cheer them if afraid;

Where, in full streams, salvation flows ! May you from me your danger learn, There he appoints our resting place, And where to look for aid.

And we may feed, secure from foes.

6 There, 'midst the flock, the Shepherd HYMN XCIII. .

The sheep around in safety lie; (dwells,

The wolf in vain with malice swells,
The tamed Lion.

For he protects them with his eye. I 1 A Lion, though by nature wild,

7 Dear Lord, if I am one of thine, The art of man can tame;

From anxious thoughts I would be free, He stands before his keeper mild,

To trust, and love, and praise, is mine, And gentle as a lamb.

The care of all belongs to thee.
2 He watches, with submissive eye,
The hand that gives him food,

HYMN XCV.
As if he meant to testify
A sense of gratitude.

The Garden.
3 But man himself, who thus subdues 1 A GARDEN contemplation suits,
The fiercest beasts of prey,

And may instruction yield, And nature more unfeeling shows,

Sweeter than all the flowers and fruits Aad far more fierce than they.

With which the spot is fill’d. 4 Though by the Lord preserv'd and fed, 2 Eden was Adam's dwelling-place, He proves rebellious still:

While bless'd with innocence; And while he eats his Maker's bread, But sin o'erwhelm'd him with disgrace, Resists his holy will.

And drove the rebel thence. 5 Alike in vain of grace that saves, 3 Oft as the garden-walk we tread Or threat'ning law he hears;

We should bemoan his fall:

* Book III. Hymn Ixi.

* Isaiah ri. 6.

Psalm xxiii. 1.

1 Micah v. 4.

The trespass of our legal head

HYMN XCVII. In ruin plung'd us all.

The Creatures in the Lord's Hands. 4 The garden of Gethsemane,

1 The water stood like walls of brass, The second Adam saw,

To let the sons of Israel pass,* Oppress’d with woe, to set us free

And from the rock in rivers burst, From the avenging law.

At Moses' prayer,t to quench their thirst. 5 How stupid we, who can forget,

2 The restrain’d by God's commands, With gardens in our sight,

Could only burn his people's bands :I His agonies and bloody sweat

Too faint, when he was with them there, In that tremendous night.

To singe their garments or their hair. 6 His church as a fair garden stands,

3 At Daniel's feet the lions lay, Which walls of love inclose,

Like harmless lambs, nor touch'd their prey; Each tree is planted by his hands, *

And ravens, which on carron fed, And by his blessing grows.

Procur’d Elijah flesh and bread. || 7 Believing hearts are gardens too,

4 Thus creatures orly can fulfil For grace has sown its seeds,

Their great Creator's holy will; Where once, by nature, nothing grew

And when his servants need their aid But thorns and worthless weeds.

His purposes must be obeyed. 8 Such themes, to those who Jesus love,

5 So if his blessing he refuse, May constant joys afford,

Their power to help they quickly lose; And make a barren desert prove

Sure as on creatures we depend, The garden of the Lord.

Our hopes in disappointment end.

6 Then let us trust the Lord alone, HYMN XCVI.

And creature-confidence disown; For a Garden-Seat or Summer-House.

Nor, if they threaten, need we fear;

They cannot hurt if he be near. 1 A SHELTER from the rain or wind,t A shade from scorching heat,

If instruments of pain they prove, A resting-place you here may find

Still they are guided by his love, To ease your weary feet.

As lancets by the surgeon's skill,

Which wound to cure and not to kill. 2 Enter, but with a serious thought

Consider who is near: This is a consecrated spot,

HYMN XCVIII. The Lord is present here.

On Dreaming 3 A question of the utmost weight,

1 When slumber seals our weary eyes, While reading, meets your eye;

The busy fancy wakeful keeps; May conscience witness to your state, The scenes which then before us rise, And give a true reply!

Prove something in us never sleeps. 4 Is Jesus to your heart reveal'd,

2 As in another world we seem,
As full of truth and grace?

A new creation of our own;
And is his name your hope and shield, All appears real, though a dream,
Your rest and hiding-place?

And all familiar, though unknown. 5 If so, for all events prepard

3 Sometimes the mind beholds again Whatever storms may rise,

The past day's bus'ness in review,
He whom you love will safely guard,

Resumes the pleasure or the pain,
And guide you to the skies.

And sometimes all we meet is new. 6 No burning sun, or storm, or rain,

4 What schemes we form! what pains we Will there your peace annoy;

We fight, we run, we fly, we fall; (take,

But all is ended when we wake,
No sin, temptation, grief or pain,
Intrude to damp your joy.

We scarcely then a trace recall. 7 But if his name you have not known,

5 But though our dreams are often wild, O seek him while you may!

Like clouds before the driving storm,

Yet some important may be styl’d,
Lest you should meet his awful frown
In that approaching day.

Sent to admonish or inform.

6 What mighty agents have access, 8 When the avenging Judge you see, What friends from heaven or foes from hell, With terrors on his brow,

Our minds to comfort or distress, Where can you hide, or whither flee,

When we are sleeping, who can tell? If you reject him now?

* Exod. xiv. 22. † Numb. xx. 11. 1 Dan. iii. 27 Isa. Ixi. 3. | Isa. xxxii. 2.

& Dan. vi. 23. | 1 Kings xvii. 6.

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