can stand Before his cold He speaks and straight it thaws He breathes and Water flows To Israel his Laws And to none else he shows As for his word No Heathen Land Doth understand Praise ye the Lord. M. Hymn XLVI For the Gospel BLest be my God that I was born To hear the joyful sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And bred on Christian ground That I was bred where God appears In tokens of his Grace The lines are fallen unto me In a most pleasant place The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their shades away His healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to day England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest day M. Hymn XLVII For Redemption O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly sing The wonders of Redeeming Love To thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did pale and speechless lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us join with Angels then Glory to God on high Peace upon Earth Good-will to Men Amen Amen say I. Poor Adam's Race was Satans prey And Dust the Serpent's food We that were doom'd to be devour'd Naked and Trembling stood Love Clothed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and rescu'd Man The Devil lost his Prey The spightful Serpent bruis'd Christ's heel But then Christ brake his Head And left him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed Sing and triumph in boundless Grace Which thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my ravish'd Soul Thy Saviour's Love to thee Give endless thanks to God and say What Love was this in thee That thou hast not with-held thy Son Thine Only Son from me Thy Deep and Glorious Counsels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for ever more M. Hymn XLVIII For the Morning MY God was with me all this night And gave me sweet Repose My God did watch even whilst I slept Or I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for sleep Until they wish'd for day Measuring slow hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay What terrours have I scap'd this night Which have on others fell My body might have slept its last My soul have wak'd in hell Sweet rest hath gain'd that strength to me Which labour did Devour My body was in weakness laid But it is rais'd in pow'r Lord for the mercies of the night My humble thanks I pay And unto thee I dedicate The first fruits of the day Worldly concerments touch me not below the mount abide I must ascend to th'Father first My Saviour else will chide This Day I 'll praise thee O my God And so I 'll all my Days O Lord let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal Praise M. Hymn XLIX For the Evening NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let flames of Incense rise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love awake my Joy Awake my Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song Man's Life 's a Book of History The leaves thereof are days The Letters mercies closely join'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My Keeper and my Guide His care was on my frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More fleet and free than they New time new favours and new Joy's Do a new Song require Till I shall praise thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire Lord of my Time whose hand hath set New time upon my score Then shall I praise for all my time When time shall be no more M. Hymn L. For good Success IS not the Hand of God in this Is not his end Divine Lord of Success thee will I bless Who on my Paths dost shine I reap the Fruit of Gods Design By him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been I blindly guess'd but he fore-knew I wish'd he did command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his un erring Hand The Bow is drawn by feeble Arms Aim taken in the dark A Providential Hand doth guide The Arrow to the Mark. Except the Lord the City keep The Watch-men will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder builds in vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And Lab'ring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good success this day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper me And bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeav'ring Heart Which aimeth at thy praise M. Hymn LI. A General Song of Praise HOW shall I praise that Majesty Which Angels do Admire Let Dust in Dust in silence lie Sing sing ye Heav'nly Quire Thousands of Thousands stand around Thy Throne O God Most High Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy praise But who am I Thy brightness unto them appears Whilst I thy footsteps trace A sound of God comes to my Ears But they behold thy Face They sing because thou art their Sun Lord send a Beam on me For where Heav'n is but once begun There Hallelujahs be Enlighten with Faiths Light my Heart Enflame it with Love's Fire Then shall I sing and bear a part With that Celestial Quire I shall I fear be dark and cold With all my zeal and light Yet when thou dost accept their Gold Lord Treasure up my Mite How great a Being Lord is thine Which doth all beings keep Thy knowledge is the only line To sound so vast a deep How good art thou whose goodness is Our parent nurse and guide Whose streams do water paradise and all the Earth beside Thy upper and thy nether Sâ—rings Make both thy worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltring wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive Thy Arm of Might most Mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts do break My God thou can'st do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou can'st not cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth thee That can'st thou do and more Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God do not his Israel save Then let Egyptians mock Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are Drown'd in thy Red Sea This is the Devils Scourge and Sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In
Eternizing his Name Part VII God is to be praised for his dreadful Majesty and wonderful Works I. He sits on an Eternal Throne With Mercy cloth'd and Might The works his hands hath wrought alone Are still his hearts delight II. If in his Robes of Majesty He to the Earth draw near Or cast from Heav'n a flaming Eye Th' Earth trembling faints for fear III. Of if he his Almighty hand On th'Mountains heads doth lay The Mountains can no longer stand But smoke and melt away IV. I will extol with noble Praise This mighty God and King While vital Breath prolong my days His Praises I will sing V. My heart and tongue with holy strife Shall in his Praises be Continual Rivals all my life For Joy one Jubilee VI. Let those who do this Lord despise And ' gainst his Law rebel As Rebels fall and never rise But sink from Earth to Hell VII But Oh my Soul my ravisht Heart Praise thou th' Almighty King Let all his Subjects bear a part And Hallelujah sing Hymn II. as the 148 Psalm COme Hallelujah sing Jehovah's Praise proclaim From Heav'n till Earth do ring I' th heights extol his fame His Glory raise Ye Armiesall Angelical With glorious Praise Thy Beams O Sun by day Thy Rayes O Moon by night Unto his Praise display Praise him ye Stars of Light His Praise declare Ye Heav'ns above And Clouds that move I'th'empty Air O let them praise the Name Of this all-glorious Lord For at his call they came Created by his Word For ever he Hath fix'd them fast For there he past A firm Decree The Lord who all things keeps Praise ye from Earth below Ye Dragons and all deeps Ye Fire and Hail and Snow And Vapours stirr'd By stormy Winds Which he doth bind Or loose by 's Word Ye Mountains which do raise Your Heads to Heav'n and all Ye Hills and Mountains praise Fruit-trees and Cedars tall Beasts wild and tame Each creeping thing All Birds of wing Exalt his Name Ye Kings of great command And Men of meaner birth Ye potent Princes and All Judges of the Earth Both Young Men all Maids in their prime Men hoard with time And Children small O let them joyn and raise Jehovah's Name on high His Name 's above their praise Exalted gloriously With Rayes Divine His Glory bright Obscures Earth's Light And th' Heavens out-shine Gloria Patri To th'Father and the Son And Holy Ghost now be All glory unto one True God and Persons three As 't was is when Times measure ends His Praise transcends All time Amen The Angels and Churches Hymn Glory to God on high And Peace to Men below Now God in Grace is nigh And Blessings to bestow All Glory then To th'Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn III. as 148 Psalm D. W. GIve laud unto the Lord From the Coelestial Coasts All ye his Praise record His Angels and his Hosts Him glorifie Sun Moon and Stars Yea highest Spheres And cloudy Sky O let them praise his Name Since made by his command Who ' stablish'd all the frame Perpetually to stand He also made A firm Decree Which needs must be By them obey'd Praise God from Earth below Ye Dragons and all Deeps Fire Hail Clouds Wind and Snow Whom in command he keeps Hills low and high Trees all that grow Beasts swift or slow Fouls all that flie Kings and the vulgar throng Princes and Judges all Yea men and maidens young Old men and children small Praise ye his name Who 's name alone As th' only one Extol in fame Whose glory bright doth blaze Above the Earth and Sky Of all his Saints the praise He sets their Horn on high Even those that spring Of Israel's race Much in his Grace His praises sing Hymn III. as the 148 Psalm YE holy Angels bright Which stand before Gods Throne And dwell in glorious light Praise ye the Lord each one You there so nigh Fitter than we Dark sinners be For things so high You blessed Souls at rest Who see your Saviours face Whose glory ev'n the least Is far above our Grace God's praises sound As in his sight With sweet delight You do abound All Nations of the Earth Extol the Worlds great King With melody and mirth His glorious praises sing For he still reigns And will bring low The proudest foe That him disdains Sing forth Jehovah's praise Ye Saints that on him call Magnifie him always His holy Churches all In him rejoice And there proclaim His Holy Name With sounding voice My Soul bear thou thy part Triumph in God above With a well tuned heart Sing thou the Songs of love Thou art his own Whose pretious blood Shed for thy good His love made known He did in love begin Renewing thee by Grace Forgiving all thy Sin Shew'd thee his pleased Face He did thee heal By his own merit And by his Spirit He did thee Seal In saddest thoughts and grief In sickness fears and pain I cry'd for his relief And did not cry in vain He heard with speed And still I found Mercy abound In time of need Let not his praises grow On prosp'rous heighths alone But in the Vales below Let his great love be known Let no distress Curb and Controul My Winged Soul And Praise suppress Part II. Let not the fear or smart Of his chastising Rod Take off my fervent Heart From praising my dear God Still let me kneel And to him bring This offering What e're I feel Tho' I lose friends and wealth And bear reproach and shame Tho' I lose ease and health Still let me praise Gods name That fear and pain Which would destroy My thanks and joy Do thou restrain Tho' humane help depart And Flesh draw near to dust Let Faith keep up my Heart To love God true and just And all my Days Let no disease Cause me to cease His joyful praise Tho' sin would make me doubt And fill my Soul with fears Tho' God seem to shut out My daily Cries and Tears By no such frost Of sad delays Let thy sweet praise Be nipt and lost Away distrustful care I have thy promise Lord To banish all despair I have thy Oath and Word And therefore I Shall see thy face And there thy Grace Shall Magnifie Tho' sin and death conspire To rob thee of thy praise Towards thee I 'll aspire And thou dull hearts canst raise Open thy door And when grim death Shall stop his breath I 'll praise thee more With thy triumphant flock Then I shall numbred be Built on th' eternal Rock His Glory we shall see The Heav'ns so high With praise shall ring And all shall sing In harmony The Sun is but a spark From the eternal Light Its brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight There the whole choire With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore Hymn V. of three parts 1. Confession 2. Petition 3. Thanks-giviâ—â—… Coll. LORD from the horrid deep my cries Ascend unto thine
thoughts His Soul shall dwell at ease His Seed shall after him enjoy Prosperity and Peace The secrets of his love God will make known to those That fear him and the blessings he Reserves to them disclose Part III. In all my troubles Lord Mine Eyes are towards thee I hope thy goodness at the last From all will set me free Lord turn a gracious Eye To me and Mercy show Great are th' afflictions I endure And find no help below My troubles are enlarg'd Lord send me quick relief Grant me forgiveness of my Sins And then remove my grief Preserve and keep my Soul From shame as well as guilt O never disappoint the hopes That I on thee have built Let my try'd Innocence Find sure supports from thee At length thy chosen People Lord From all their troubles free 46 Psalm TH' Almighty Lord is our defence The strength whereby we stand When troubles their approaches make His help is nigh at hand Our Faith may there remain unmov'd Tho' th' Earth should be displac'd Or tho' into the Sea's vast gulph The Mountains should be cast Altho' the Oceans troubled waves A frightful noise should make Should rise and swell above the Cloud And cause the hills to shake There is a quiet stream makes glad The City of the Lord His presence will secure her peace And timely help afford The Nations rage and threaten War But God is on our side One word of his dissolves their force And daunts their swelling pride See what his hand hath done it draws The Sword out of its sheath And while he gives it leave Triumphs In Slaughter and in Death Then by another Word he makes Destructive Wars to cease He breaks their Arms the bow and spear And Crowns the Earth with Peace Cease then fond Men to strive with God Whose Pow'r is over all For fear lest he exalt himself In your unpitied Fall 23 Psalm as the 100. GOd is my Shepherd who will see That all my wants be still supply'd I shall not be expos'd to wrong Nor left to stray without a guide The Pastures they are fresh and green Where I have ease and sweet repast The Streams are cool and quiet where I quench my thirst and please my taste His Comforts which revives my Soul Life's tedious journey pleasant make And in the peaceful ways of Grace He leads me for his Goodness sake Tho' I should walk where black despair And sorrow casts a dismal shade Thy power and thy tender Care Would chase my fears and make me glad Thou spread'st my Table where my Foes Behold thy bounty and repine To see rich Oils anoint my head And see my Cup o'reflow with Wine Surely the goodness of the Lord Shall still surround me all my days I will frequent thy House and there Display thy Love and sing thy praise 9. Psalm as the 100. VVITH all my Soul I 'll bless the Lord And all his mighty works proclaim Gladness and joy shall fill my heart Whilst I sing praises to his name Th' eternal God from Change secure Has plac'd his Throne in glorious light When he appears to judge the World His sentence will be just and right From him th'oppress'd will find relief He 'll be their refuge in distress No good mans Faith was ever sham'd His Pray'r ne're wanted good success Arise O Lord and interpose To blast the wickeds good success And by thy Terrours make them feel They are but men and so confess Lord I can suffer thy rebukes When thou dost kindly me chastise But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear O let not that against me rise The Lord hath heard my Pray'r and those That gap'd upon me as their Prey Will vex themselves at their defeat And with confusion turn away God will reward the Just mans works As he approves the ways they tread But the smooth paths of Sinners down To Death and to Damnation lead Mark but the good and perfect man And him that 's upright in his ways Mercy attends his happy life And quiet peace concludes his days 37. Psalm as the 100. I 've seen the wicked rise to Pow'r Flourish like Laurels fresh and green But suddenly their ruine came And no remainder could be seen For God whose nature 's good and just Those that his Image have will own They shall continue when the race Of wicked men are overthrown In all th' experience of my life That holy man I ne're could see Whose Alms expos'd himself to want Or brought his race to Beggery The Lord directs a good mans steps And he delighteth in his way He is not ruin'd by his falls God's pow'r is his support and stay Think not mere wealth makes happy men That little which contents the poor Is better far than wicked mens Ill got or ill imployed store He 's wise that 's always doing good And on God's goodness doth relye Thus thy enjoyments he 'll secure And all thy just desires supply Leave thy concerns unto his care In firm dependance on him live He 'll either grant what thou wouldst have Or what he knows is better give Tho' slanders and detracting tongues Like clouds thy righteousness obscure He 'll clear thy innocence the light At noon shall not appear more pure J. C. Death or for Funerals 5. Psalm DEath steals upon us unawares And Digs our Graves unseen Whilst we dispute are full of cares What may be what hath been Shall I be bent on vanity And rottenness to trust Till Death shall lay his hand on me And crumble me to dust What if my Sun should set at Noon If Death should call to day Can'st thou my Soul go off so soon Hast thou no scores to pay Behold my Sands how quick they fall How near I am my Goal Let not my Body be undrest Till thou hast cloath'd my Soul That at the Trumpet 's sound I may Spring from my dusty bed Rejoicing at the voice that calls Arise come forth ye dead O give me Faith and Patience Lord Upon a dying Bed And let my Saviour then afford Supports to heart and head Support my weak and tott'ring Faith If dismal fears annoy My Jesus be my strong defence My Jesus be my joy O Holy Ghost do thou not fail At this time to appear O let thy Spir't and Faith prevail My evidence to clear My Soul in thy sweet hands I trust Now can I sweetly sleep My Body falling to the Dust I leave with thee to keep Mr. B. A Song of Praise at parting of Friends LORD do not say I love thee not And thou wilt not me love Because thy Gospel Cov'nant Grace Doth me so little move 'T is true I love thee not enough Enough who can thee love Thou never can'st be lov'd enough No not in Heav'n above I do not love thee as I would Nor as they do above But had I power to my Will I 'd make my self all love But if indeed I love thee not I know not what I Love 'T is for thy