4 This fountain unfeal'd
Stands open for all
That long to be heal'd,
The great and the small;
Here's strength for the weakly
That hither are led;

5

Here's health for the fickly,

Here's life for the dead.

This fountain, tho' rich,
From charge is quite clear;
The poorer the wretch

The welcomer here.
Come needy, come guilty,
Come lothesome and bare;
You can't come too filthy-
Come juft as you are.

6 This fountain in vain
Has never been try'd,

It takes out all stain,
Whenever apply'd:

The water flows fweetly
With virtue divine,

To cleanse fouls completely,
Tho' leprous as mine.

HYMN 188.

[SUBMISSION TO PROVIDENCE.

NAKED as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,

So to the earth we foon return,
And mingle with our dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high,
Or finks them in the grave;
He gives, and, bleffed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry paffions then
Let each rebellious figh,
Be filent at his fov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.

5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That ftrikes our comforts dead!

HYMN

THE MYSTERIES OF PA

ORD, how mysterious are thy way How blind are we, how mean our praise !

Thy steps can mortal eyes explore?
'Tis ours to wonder, and adore.

2 Thy deep decrees from creature-fight
Are hid in fhades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Not angel-minds prefume to pry,

3 Great Gop! I wou'd not afk to fee
What in futurity shall be;

If light and blifs attend my days,
Then let my future hours be praise.

4 Is darkness and distress my fhare?
Then let me truft thy guardian care;
Enough for me, if love divine

At length thro' ev'ry cloud fhall shine. 5 Yet this my foul defires to know, Be this my only with below;

“That CHRIST is mine!"this great request

Grant, bounteous GoD: and I am blest.

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HYMN 190.

ANSWER.

hand

I SEE how rude winter's icy hand Has ftripp'd the trees, and feal'd the ground

But fpring fhall foon his rage withftand, And fpread new beauties all around. 2 My foul a fharper winter mourns ; Barren and lifeless I remain; When will the gentle spring return, And bid my graces grow again!

3 JESUS, my glorious fun, arife,

"Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
O! hufh these storms, and clear my skies,
And let me feel thy vital love.

4 Dear LORD, regard my feeble cry;
I faint and droop till thou appear:
Wilt thou permit thy plant to die?
Muft it be winter all the year?

5 Be ftill, my foul, and wait his hour,
With humble pray'r, and patient faith;
Till he reveals his gracious pow'r,
Repose on what his promise faith.

6 He, by whose all-cominanding words,
Seafons their changing courfe maintain;
In ev'ry change a pledge affords,
That none fhall feek his face in vain.

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191.

HAPPINESS.

ow happy is the chriftian's ftate
His fins are all forgiv'n

A chearing ray confirms, the grace,
And lifts his hopes to heav'n.

2 Tho' in the rugged path of life
He heaves the penfive figh;
Yet, trufting in his God, he finds
Deliv'ring grace is nigh.

3 If, to prevent his wand'ring fteps ;
He feels the chast'ning rod;

The gentle ftroke fhall bring him back
To this forgiving GGD.

4 And when the welcome meffage comes To call his foul away;

His foul in raptures, fhall afcend

To everlasting day.

HYMN] 192.

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BACKSLIDERS.

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ESERTERS, to the camp return,
Refumé your former post;

Bewail your crimes, your balenefs mourn,
For yet ye are not loft.

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