The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, The Nativity of Chrift. Luke i. 30, &c. Luke Are but short favours borrow'd now, I B ii. 10, &c. The promife is fulfill'd; Mary the wond'rous virgin bears, And Jefus is the child. 2 [The Lord, the highest God, Calls him his only Son; 4 To bring the glorious news, He tells the fhepherds of their joys, 5 Go, humble fains, faid he, With looks and heart ferene Go vifit Chrift your King; And ftraight a flaming troop was feen; 7 Glory to God on high! [In worship fo divine Let faints employ their tongues, With the celeftial hoft we join, And loud repeat their songs • Glory to God on bigh! And heav'nly peace on earth, Bood-rill to men, to angels joy, At our Redeemer's birth.] IV. Referred to the 2d Pfalm. To be repaid anon. 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or finks them in the grave, 4 Peace, all our angry paffions then, 5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives, VI. COMMON METRE. Triumph over Death. Job xix. 25, 26, 27. REAT God,Town the sentence juft, And nature muft decay; GR I yield my body to the duft, Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave; 3 The mighty conqu'ror fhall appear And death the laft of all his foes, Though greedy worms devour my skin, He'll clothe them all afresh : Then fhall I fee thy lovely face VII. COMMON METRE. The Invitation of the Gofpel: Or, Spiritual Food and Clothing. Ifa. lv. 1, 2, &c. And vainly ftrive with earthly toys 3 Etal Wifdom has prepar'd And bids your longing appetites 4 Ho! ye that pant for living ftreams, And pine away and die ; Truft in the Lord, for ever truft, And banifh all your fears: Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 6 What though the rebels dwell on high, Here you may quench your raging thirft 7 On Babylon our feet shall tread,. With fprings that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Like floods of milk and wine. 6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, ·To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide. your fin 7 Come naked and adorn your fouls 8 Dear God! the treasures of thy love I H xxvi. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Ow honourable is the place Zion the glory of the earth, 2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend 3 Lift up the everlafting gates, 4 Here shall you taste unmingled joys, In that rejoicing hour; 'The ruins of her walls fhall fpread A pavement for the poor. N vain we lavifh out our lives, IN To gather empty wind; The choiceft bleffings earth can yield 2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our fouls With fuch as angels eat... 3 Our God will ev'ry want fupply, 5 Come and he'll cleanse our fpotted fouls, In the dear fountain that his Son, 6 And left pollution fhould o'erspreadTM His Spirit fhall bedew our fouls 7. Our heart that flinty ftubborn thing, 8 Or he can take the flint away That would not be refin'd, "I thank thy fov'reign pow'r and love, "That crowns my doctrine with fuccefs; "And makes the babes in knowledge learn "The heights, and breadths, and length's of grace.. "But all this glory lies conceal'd, "From men of prudence and of might "The prince of darkness blinds their eyes, "And their own pride refifts the light. 4" Father, 'tis thus, because thy will "Chofe and ordain'd it should be fo; "'Tis thy delight t' abase the proud, Re-And lay the haughty scorner low. The bleffedness of Gospel Times: Or, The velation of Chrifto Jews and Gentiles. Ifa. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, 10. Math. xiii..16, 17.. How Who ftand on Zion's hill, Who bring falvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How fweet the tidings are! "Zion, behold thy Saviour King, "He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful found, Which kings and prophets waited for And fought, but never found! 4 How bleffed are our eyes, That fee this heav'nly light; Prophets and kings defir'd it long, "But dy'd without the fight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, And defarts learn the joy.. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.. XI. LONG METRE.. The Humble enlightened, and carnal Reafon humbled Or, The Sovereignty of Grace. Luke x. 21, 22, ITH rejoic'd, HERE was an hour when Christ And fpoke his joy in words of praise; 5" There's none can know the Father right,"But those who learn it from the Son; "Nor can the Son be well receiv'd, "But where theFather makes him known." 6 Then let our fouls adore our God, That deals his graces as he please ; Nor gives to mortals an account, Or of his actions or decrees. XII. JESUS COMMON METRE. Free Crace in revealing Chrift. Luke x. 27. 2 Father I thank thy wondrous love, 3. The myfries of redeeming grace While pride and carnal reas'nings join 4 Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth His great decrees fulfil, And orders all his works of grace XIII. LONG METRE. The Son of GOD incarnate: Or, The Titles and the Kingdom of CHRIST. Ifa. ix. 2, 6, 7. T THE lands that long in darkness lay, Now have beheld a heav'nly light; Nations that fat in death's cold fhade, Are bless'd with beams divinely bright.. 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born; 3[This infant is the mighty God, XIV. LONG. METRE... The Triumph of Faith: Or, Chrift's unchangeable Love. Rom. viii. 33, &c. HO fhall the Lord'select condemn? "W" "Tis God that juftifies their fouls, 3 And mercy like a mighty stream, Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? Behold him rifing from the dead. He lives! he lives! and fits above, Who fhall divide us from his love, He that hath lov'd us, bears us through, XV. LONG, METRE. L' ET me but hear my Saviour fay, Strength fhall be equal to the day: Then I rejoice in deep diftrefs, Leaning on all-fufficient grace. 2 I glory in infirmity, That Chriff's own pow'r may reft on me ; 3 I can do all things, or can bear XVI: COMMON METRE. Hofanna to Chrift. Matth. xxi. 9. Luke xixa. 38, 40. I HOSANNA to the royal Son Of David's ancient line! 2 The root of David here we find,, In our Immanuel's name. 3 Blefs'd he that comes to wretched men. With peaceful news from heav'n! Hofannas', of the highest strain To Chrift the Lord be giv'n ! · Let mortals ne'er refufe to take 9 The Hofanna on their tongues, [break Left rocks and ftones fhould raife, and Their filence into fongs. XVII. COMMON METRE.. Victory over Death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.. z Joyful, with all the strength I have,- 3 If fin be pardon'd I'm fecure, Death has no fting befide; 2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought 3 God has laid up in heav'n for me. 4, Nor hath the King of grace decreed 5 Jefus, the Lord, fhall guard me fafe 6 God is my everlasting aid, Along the Idumean road, 2 The glory of his robes proclaim ""Tis I the just, the Almighty One, "That your falvation bring." XXIX. COMMON METRE. The Triumph of Chrift: Or, The Ruin of An ticbrift. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7~ Σ 3 6 66 I LIFT my banner, faith the Lord, "Where Antichrift has flood; "The city of my gospel foes "Shall be a field of blood. "My heart has ftudied just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come, "To wipe away their tears. Quite weary is my patience grówny "And bids my fury go: "Swift as the lightning it fhall move, "And be as fatal too. "I call for helpers but in vain : "Then has my gofpel none? [nough, "Well, mine own arm has might e"To crush my foes alone. "Slaughter, and my devouring fword XXX. LONG METRE. Prayer for Deliverance anfwered. Isa. xxvi. 1 8. -20. N thine own ways, O God of love, IN 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy faints inquire, We wait the vifits of thy grace; 4 5 Why thine apparel's red? And all thy vefture stain'd like those "I by myfelf have trod the prefs, The triumph that my raiment wears "Sprung from their bleeding veins. "Thus fhall the nations be destroy'd "That dare infult my faints; "I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, *An ear for their complaints.". 3 4 Our fouls defire is to thy name," My thoughts are fearching, Lord for thee; Look how rebellious men deride Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, |