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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
Loy'd and serv'd the Lord below,

Of the talents I enjoyed ;
He will say, “Come near, ye blessed, Means and mercies, how abus'd!
See the kingdom I bestow :

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; May this thought your courage raise !

Say, my soul, what canst thou plead? Swiftly God's great day approaches,

In that hour, what wilt thou do?
Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise: 4 But the book of life I see,
We shall triumph when the world's in a blaze. May my name be written there!

Then from gilt and danger free,

Glad I 'll meet him in the air:

That 's the book I hope to plead,
The Day of the Lord.*

'Tis the gospel open'd wide; 1 God, with one piercing glance looks thro'

Lord, I am a wretch indeed! Creation's wide extended frame;

I have sinn'd, but thou hast died.f The past and future in his view,

5 Now my soul knows what to do; And days and ages are the same.f

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
Or as the thief, in midnight sleep;

What thy mercy wrought below.
So comes that day, for which the wheels
Of time their ceaseless motion keep!

IV. CREATION. 4 Hark! from the sky the trump proclaims

Jesus the Judge approaching nigh!
See, the creation wrapt in flames,

First kindled by his vengeful eye!

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? When all the frame of nature breaks, Angels, attendant on their Lord, I

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. iji. 8—10.

* Rev. xx. 11, 12.

| Rom. viii. 34.

Job xxxviij. 7

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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,

Paint a rainbow on the storm.*
By sin his honour soon defac'd ;
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 form’d 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, 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,

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

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, And guess’d from age to age :

Proclaim the tempest near; For reason's eye could ne'er atlain 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,

And conscience thunders too.
Its size and motions teach;
The truths which all the stars proclaim, 3 The law a fiery language speaks,
Their wisdom cannot reach.

His danger he perceives ; 4 With skill to measure earth and sea,

Like Satan, who his ruin seeks,

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, The wisdom of the schools;

Just as he did before. 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,
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,

That tells you,

" JESUS REIGNS. The Rainbow.

HYMN LXXXIV. 1 When the sun, with cheerful beams, Smiles upon a low'ring sky,

Lightning in the Night. Soon its aspect soften'd seems,

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

Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers;
While the sky remains serene,

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

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

| Rev. iv. 3. 1 2 Pet. iii.

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,
And swallows up my joys again.

2 No cheering warmth her beam conveys,

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 reveal'd;

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 5 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.
On the Eclipse of the Moon, July 30, 1776.


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

1 If, for a time, the air be calm, When suddenly a shade begun

Serene and smooth the sea appears, 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, A circle, ting'd with languid red,

The faithless water swells and raves; 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 reveal'd, In sad Gethsemane.

I fondly hop'd, would always last,

Because my foes were then conceal'd. 5 Thy people's guilt, a heavy load, (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. I. Isa. xxxv. 1. Book I. Hymn cm.


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,

Our frozen hearts to warm.
The Flood.
1 THOUGA small the drops of falling rain,

HYMN XC. 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;

The paths of disappointment tread, 3 Though for a while it seemed secure, 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,

To love and serve our Lord and Friend. If warn'd, they smile or frown; 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.


The Spider and the Bee.

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 softning 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! * Matt. vii. 24; 1 Peter ii. 6.

• John xii. 32. VOL. II.


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! bow 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.



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:

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; But 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,

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 lxxi.

* Isaiah xi. 6.

† Psalm xxiii. 1.

1 Micah v. 4

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