chear His Errand was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When blinded with her Tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears My sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second Flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his Blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That sinner shall not die Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crouding at my door â—ord Satan says my sins are high And spread before thy face â—ast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace Hymn XIV A Song of Praise for the Lords Supper O Praise the Lord Praise him Praise him Sing Praises to his name â— all ye Saints of Heaven and Earth Extol and Laud the same â—ho spared not his only Son But gave him for us all â—nd made him drink the Cup of wrath The Wormwood and the Gall. … ail nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass … t he must drink it off and this The Fathers pleasure was 〈◊〉 then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd â—…elding himself to God and Man He stretch'd his arms and dy'd 〈◊〉 dy'd indeed but rose again And did ascend on high That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might live eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth vengeance vex and tear Were it not for a dying Christ Our dwelling had been there His blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our sin gave us himself What an exchange is here What ever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we eat the Flesh of Christ And must we drink his Blood His Flesh is Heavenly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls With thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy name Longing to see thy Face When shall our Souls mount up to thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine Which is for ever new Hymn XV. The Sinners admiration of Divi … Mercy as 148. Psalm VVHO can this love express His Mercy ne're decays â—hat can my Soul do less â—han love him all my days Bless God my Soul … ' n unto Death â—ffering praise With every Breath â—y sins were very high â—his Soul almost in Hell â—et Jesus then drew nigh â—nd caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul â—ven unto Death … flamed Love In every Breath â—ejected Souls may not â—cceptance with him fear â—…o sigh was e're forgot â—e Botltes every Tear Do not dispair â—ecause you see â—ow kind the Lord Has been to me â—ere Lord will I admire â—he wonders of thy Grace â—ill thou shalt call me higher â—here to behold thy face O heighth of Grace Depth of Love â—ow fit me for Thy joys above â—o praise Redeeming Love â—y Soul doth now rejoice Come thou assisting Dove Thou know'st it is my choice My Heart so low Lord thou canst raise Blest Spirit blow And I shall praise Glory to God on high And peace to men below Now Christ in Grace is nigh His Spirit to bestow All Glory then To th' Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn XVI The Conflict O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout Exceeding weary of this fight But dare not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That oft I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer Night than Day I cry to God these cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accept my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make The Law of Sin Grace will Jar Both dwelling in one Room My Soul expects perpetual War Till I am sent for home Altho' these combates make me fear They shall not cast me down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for my Crown My restless Soul shall ne're give o're Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driv'n Lord from thy Door Till thou shalt say I Love Hymn XVII A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory I Sojourn in a Vail of Tears Alas how can I sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every string My Musick is a Captives Chain Harsh sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill Yet lo I hear a joyful sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at home Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest friend Come for I Loath these Kedar Tents Thy fiery Chariots send What have I here my thoughts and joys Are all pack'd up and gone My eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne What have I in this barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a place for me For 't is his will that where he is There should his servants be Canaan I view from Pisgah's top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns me in this World Will Crown me in the next Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast long walk'd with him here Go see thy God at home View Death with a Believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place The Grave is but a fining pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The World which I have lov'd so well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind These vexing vanities My dearest friends all dwell above Them will I go to see And all my friends in Christ below Will soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earths rending sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become Blest be my God that gives me light Who in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of love Who causeth me to hope Here the word Signet Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain By these thy Pledges Lord I know My hopes are not in vain Hymn XVIII Psalm as 148. Gods Mercy the Ground of Mans praise Part I. O Celebrate the Lord And with a grateful mind His benefits record He 's ever good and kind His Glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place II. O let
Heav nly Canaans Tongue Mercy is Gods Memorial And in all Ages prais'd My God thine only Son did fall That Mercy might be rais'd Thy bright Back-parts O God of Grace I humbly here adore Shew me thy Glory and thy Face That I may praise Thee more Since none can see thy Face and live For me to Die is best Through Jordan's streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan's Rest Hymn LII Scripture Hymn Dr. H. THIS mystery of Godliness Is very great and high God manifested in the flesh The Spirit did justifie The blessed Angels saw his Face His word the Gentiles heard Believ'd on in the World he was To Gods Right Hand preferr'd But now we 're come to Sion Mount The City of aboad The Heavenly Jerusalem Where dwells the living God To Hosts of Angels numberless And to th' Assembly there The gen'ral Church of Gods first-born Whose names in Heav'n appear And unto God the Judge of all On whom the World must wait And to the Spir'ts of all Just Men Made perfect in that state To Jesus Mediatour of The Cov'nant now made new Whose sprinkled blood speaks better things Than Abel's Blood could do Now Blessing Glory and Renown Must we give all together To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever One God in Trinity Let Heaven and Earth adore From all Eternity The same for evermore All Glory 's his Who needing none Himself his own Perfection is B. Hymn LIII Reformation as the 148. Psalm THUS saith the Lord of Hosts But yet a little while And I will shake all Coasts Yea every Land and Isle Yet once again I shake all these Heaven Earth and Seas And all the main All Nations I will shake The long desired day Which doth all Nations take Lo that shall come I say And for all Coasts This House I will With Glory fill Saith th'God of Hosts The Glory of this last Far greater shall it grow Than of the Temple past The Lord of Hosts saith so And in this place Will I the Lord Of Hosts afford Sweet Peace and Grace Yet not by might nor pow'r But by my Sp'rit alone Saith God of Hosts our Tow'r The strength of all in one For who art thou O Mountain great The Empire 's seat To hinder now Before Zerubbabel Thou shalt become a plain The Stone that doth excel The head Stone of the same His Hand shall sit And bring it out VVith gen'ral shout Grace Grace to it The hand of that same man That laid the ground-work low Shall end what he began And I will overthrow The Heathen Kings VVho then are they That slight the day Of smaller things Hymn LIV. A Collection from several Psalms PRaise ye the Lord Most High My Soul speak thou his Praise I 'll praise him constantly And bless him all my days Even whilst I live And Being have God who this gave I 'll praises give In Princes put no trust Nor any Son of man Impotent and unjust None of them help us can He Life resigns Returns to Dust And then he must Cease his designs He is the happy man Whom God doth help afford Who own and trust God can Whose hope is in the Lord. Who all things made Heav'n Earth and Sea His Truth and they Do never fade Praise ye our glorious Lord Who dwells in Heav'n on high Let him be still ador'd Above the Starry Sky Ye Angels bright And all his Hosts Throughout Heav'ns Coasts In praise delight His People he will raise And them exalt on high All his Saints shall him praise And bless continually He is ador'd By Israel Who near him dwell Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord and sing A new rejoicing Song Praise ye our glorious King His holy ones among Where they do meet In holy throngs To sing these Songs Sacred and sweet Let Israel rejoice In him that did them make With chearful heart and voice Let Sion's Sons partake And to their King Who them directs And still protects This off'ring bring Hymn LV. The Doxologies TO Father Son and Holy Ghost One God in Trinity As ever was and as now is All Glory ever be Or To Father Son and Holy Ghost One God in Persons Three Or One undivided Three Or One consubstantial Three Or One co-eternal Three All humble thanks and joyful praise Or All highest praise and humble thanks Now and forever be Or For ever rendred be Or All Glory to the blessed Three One Ever-living Lord As at the first still shall he be Belov'd Obey'd Ador'd Or All Glory Honour Pow'r and Praise To God that 's one in Three As it in the beginning was Is now and still shall be Or All Glory to the Blessed Three All Honour Pow'r and Praise As at the first shall ever be Beyond the end of days Or To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Praise and Glory be therefore As in beginning was is now And shall be henceforth evermore Or Glory to thee O Lord One God in Persons three To Father Son and Holy Ghost One equal Glory be Hymn LVI For the Sabbath IF from my Holy Sabbath day Thou turn away thy Foot And do not by thy Pleasure stray My Sabbath to pollute But call the Sabbath a delight The Holy of the Lord And thy own Carnal Pleasure slite In Thought in Deed in VVord Then shalt thou joy in God alone VVith sweet and sacred mirth And he shall make thee ride upon High Places of the Earth VVith Father Jacob's Heritage The Lord shall feed thee Fat For thus doth Gods own Mouth engage And thou maist trust to that To God the Father and the Son And Holy Ghost therefore Be Glory Honour and Renown And Power for evermore Hymn LVII as the 25 Psalm LET others take their course And sing what name they please Let wealth or beauty be their Theam Such empty sounds as these Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming word That do's my Life restore When I am dead in grief Or which is worse in Sin I call on Jesus and he hears And I to live begin Wherefore to thee dear Lord Behold thus low I bow And thus again yet is all this Far less than what I owe. Live glorious King of Heaven By all thy Heav'n ador'd Live gracious Saviour of the World Our Chief and Only Lord. Live and forever may Thy Throne establisht be For ever may all Hearts and Tongues Sing Hymns of Praise to thee Hymn LVIII as the 100 Psalm VVIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath Of humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to Thee Whom with more love bow'd low'r to me Down busie sense discourses dye And all adore Faiths mystery Faith is my skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my Eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth
must we keep thence What folly is' t that makes us loth To dye and to go hence â—each down Reach down thine arm of Grace Lord fit us to ascend Where Congregations near brake up And Sabbaths have no end â—here there 's no sleep nor weariness To break thy Servants peace â—or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues Their troubles to increase There there 's no falt but all is free There day lives without night There Men and Angels live by love And in thy lovely light I come I come my God to thee Thanks Lord to thee I come My wearied starved prodigal Soul Come Soul come gladly home World take thy husks and give thy Swine I am for better bread For all my Fathers Children be With Heavenly Manna fed Now flesh leave Tempting of me now To doat on sensual things They that thy Feasts do value much They know not Christ the King Too long too long my simple Soul A bond-slave thou hast been This day I join thee to thy God And thee Divorce from Sin My dearest Lord and my poor Soul For ever ever Love According to his Cov'nant seal In this World and above Hymn VIII Another for the Sabbath or Lords D … MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the sweetness of his rest He makes his Servants share … w sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lye … y Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity â—ou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast … y Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this day of Rest â—elcome and dear unto my Soul â—re these sweet feasts of Love 〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above … ess thy wise and wondrous love Which bind us to be free … ich makes us leave our Earthly snares That we may come to thee … me I wait I hear I pray Thy foot-steps Lord I trace … ng to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face … is market day doth Saints inrich And smiles upon them all â—…s their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall â—…ay of Wonders Mercies Pawn The weary Souls recruit … e Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The end of endless fruit Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm THou spread'st a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may banquet on thy Worâ—… Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parcht and dry We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That sinners may observe thy call And numerous converts to the fall That those who do thy footsteeps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their good in vain Thy People at thy Footstool lie Behold us with a gratious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy Love alone can satisfie Hymm XI For Communion with God â—Las my God that we should be Such strangers to each other that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together â—…ou know'st my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode 〈◊〉 Musick gives so sweet a sound As these two words My God â—ong not for the fruit that grows Within these Gardens here â—…nd no sweetness in the Rose When Jesus is not near … y gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradice 〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of price … y I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee … y Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me … ke Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day … tended with the heav'nly Guards Upon my King's High-way â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear … me near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord I languish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost vail thy face There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to praise thy Name Where all thy singers meet Hymn XII A Cry before the Sacrament TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a priviledge is this To be th' Almighty's Guest I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face â—ut who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet â—o come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples feet Come Holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence â—he guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence â—emember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might mercy find Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath A wake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his face O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee O let our Entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet Hymn XIII Against Vnbelief A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt Christ calls arise and do not fear Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping Spirit
home Hymn XXXI As the 100 Psalm NOt unto us Lord not to us But to thy Name the Praise we owe To thy free goodness and thy truth The springs whence all our Blessings flow Why should the Heathen ask in scorn Where is the God whom you adore In Heav'n he reigns but does on Earth What e're his Will ordain'd before Silver and Gold their Idols are And all their worth derive from thence With no Divinity inspir'd Since they are void of Life or Sense For tho' the Maker forms an Eye A Mouth or any other part He cannot give them sight or breath Nor lively motion by his Art Fond Men to think your Hands can make A God to which our knee should bow You trust what cannot help it self Statues have Sense as much as you The silent Grave cannot declare Thy wonders nor proclaim thy praise We 'll now begin that Blessed work Which shall continue all our days 110 Psalm as 100. THus spake the Lord unto his Son Sit thou advanc'd at my Right-hand Till all thy conquer'd Foes shall crouch And wait their doom from thy Command From Sion shall thy Word go forth Which like a Scepter thou shalt sway To bring the stubborn under rule And make them willingly obey Thy Conquest shall be great that day The numerous Converts thou shalt view Shall make an Army that exceeds The Chrystal drops of morning dew The Lord hath all his Truth ingag'd By Oath which he can never break To make thee an Eternal Priest Of th' Order of Melchizedeck And when he 's raised to his Throne Proud Monarchs that oppose his Reign Shall fall and all the wicked World That will not stoop to him be slain While he pursues this Work he 'll stoop To mean refreshments in the way But with a glorious reward God will his sufferings repay 103 Psalm as 100. BLess thou the Lord my Soul his Name Let all the Powers within me Bless O Let not his past favours lie Forgotten in unthankfulness It 's he that pardons all thy sins He that in sickness makes thee sound It 's he redeemed from the Grave Thy Life with love and mercy crown'd It 's he that fills thy Mouth with good And all thy just desires supplies Who like the Eagles makes thine Age To a renewed youth arise From his strict Justice sure relief Oppressed Innocence shall find Moses and Israel knew his ways And th' inclinations of his mind Abundant Mercies flow from God Love is his nature and delight Slow is his wrath and tho' he chides Intends not to destroy us quite Man's Days are like the Grass or Flow'r That in the Field its beauty shews But fades with ev'ry blasting Wind And then its former place none knows But Gods eternal Truth and Love Is to good men and to their Race Those that his Laws and Cov'nant keep His favour ever will embrace Circled with glorious light his Throne The Lord has plac'd in Heav'n above Whose mighty Pow'r and sov'raign Rule Extends o're all that live and move Bless God ye Angels who in strength And ready services transcend Bless him ye Hosts and Ministers Who all to do his Will attend Let all his Works thro' all the World To praise their glorious Lord accord And O my Soul bear thou thy part And ever bless and praise the Lord. 104 Psalm As the 100 MY Soul forever bless the Lord To this his greatness do's invite Honour and Majesty 's his Robe His beauteous Vesture's splendid light He as a Tent the Heav'n extends Whose Rooms on liquid Waters stay Clouds are his Chariot and the Winds With their wing'd Wheels meet out his way Angels as swift as air as bright As flames with quick obedience move To publish and effect below His Pleasure giv'n in charge above The Earth's foundations are unknown No Pillars rais'd its weight to bear And yet no pow'r can make it move Tho' it hangs loose in flued Air. Part II. He from the Hills thro' secret veins Causes the Chrystal Springs to burst They glide thro' Valleys where the Beasts And the Wild Asses quench their thirst Their Birds are taught with curious Art Their Nests in shady Boughs to raise And by their chearful notes reprove Our silence in our Makers praise Nor can the higher grounds which gape For thirst complain that they 're forgot Clouds big with show'rs on them distill And Water ev'ry barren plat Great God how various are thy works Created all with wondrous skill Thy Blessings Lord enrich the Earth And the Seas spacious bosom fill If God but in displeasure frown The whole Creation needs must Mourn If he with-holds his Breath or theirs They dye and to their dust return The great employment of my life Shall be to praise the mighty Lord To think upon his love and works The sweetest pleasure will afford Dr. W. 95. Psalm COme let us with united joys To God our voices raise With thankful hearts before him come And loudly sing his praise Our Lord is a great God and King In powers eminent Above all Gods him Angels serve And Princes represent The secrets of the Earth and strength Of Hills are in his Hand He made the Waters of the Sea And for their bounds dry Land To him that made us let us kneel And Adorations give Who are his People and the Sheep That on his Pastures live To day let 's hear his voice and not Such hard'ned Sinners prove As those that in the Wilderness Provoked God above They prov'd his Pow'r and saw his Works And griev'd him forty year Till wearied with that murm'ring race He could no longer bear He did their unbelief and base Ingratitude detest And in his anger sware they should Not come into his Rest Coll. 71. Psalm as the 25. MY Soul on God relys Let none disgrace my trust Lord hear and save me when I call As thou art good and just Be thou my sure defence Whereto I may resort Make good thy gracious promise Lord Be thou my Rock and Fort. Lord when my strength decays And when my years decline Do not forsake or cast me off But own me still as thine To no supports I 'll fly But to thy strength Divine No other goodness shall be nam'd Or faithfulness but thine These from my youth I 've learnt And hitherto declar'd Thy Wond'rous works forsake me not Now when I am Grey-hair'd Thou shalt again revive My Soul with grief deprest Thou Lord wilt raise my low estate Comfort and give me rest My chearful Tongue and Lips Shall loudly bear a part In praising thee when tun'd and rais'd By a most thankful heart This shall be my great work To celebrate thy fame who 'll me Redeem and bring also My Enemies to shame 63 Psalm EArly O Lord my fainting Soul Thy Mercy do's implore No Traveller in desert land Can thirst for Waters more I long t' appear as I was wont Within thy holy place Thy Power and Glory to behold And to obtain thy Grace
For Life it self without thy love No rellish do's afford No other Joys can equal this To serve and praise the Lord. I 'll therefore make my Pray'rs to thee And bless thee whilst I live This like the choicest dainties will Both food and pleasure give When others sleep my wakeful thoughts Present thee to my mind And in the night I think how good My God has been and kind Since thou alone hast been my help To thee alone I fly And on thy watchful Providence With chearfulness rely Dangers whilst thou art near to me Do threaten me in vain When I keep close to God his care And pow'r will me sustain 65 Psalm As the 100. PRaises in Sion wait for thee And there the vow perform'd shall be To the O God that hearest Pray'r All flesh shall chearfully repair Our Sins may justly put a stop To all that good from thee we hope Thy Mercy do's those fears allay For this will purge our sins away O happy they that may draw near To thee and in thy Courts appear For these shall all refreshments have Thy house can give or they can crave By thy amazing wonders thou Thy kindness to the good dost shew The ends of th' Earth in thee confide And th' Isles that in the Sea reside Thy Care prevents a threatning Dearth Thou visitest the thirsty Earth Show'rs to enrich her barren Womb From thy full springs above do come The Wilderness refresht with Rain Tho' parcht before now springs again The little Hills new Garments wear And in their youthful green appear Flocks are the Cloathing of the Plains The Vails are cover'd o'er with grain All Nature seems to shout and sing To welcome in the hopeful spring 51 Psalm BEhold O Lord my sinful Soul To thee for Mercy flies Thy Mercy boundless is blot out all mine iniquities Oh! wash away my Crimes for thou Alone canst make me clean I now confess my guilt amaz'd To see how vile I 've been I was conceiv'd and born in Sin So prone to do amiss But Purity and Truth of Heart To thee most pleasing is Shew thou art reconcil'd as these Whom Hysop sprinkles know They are absolv'd thy Grace can wash And make me white as Snow My Sins have forfeited the joys And peace that once I had Thy voice would heal my broken bones Thy pardon make me glad Create in me O Lord a Heart Unspotted in thy sight Renew in me a mind unmov'd from goodness and upright Lord do not cast me from thy sight As one thou canst not love Nor let thy Spir't tho' griev'd so much Its Grace from me remove My open'd lips shall sing thy praise For this thou dost desire Rather than Sacrifice of Beasts Consumed in the Fire Thou dost a broken contrite heart More than all off'rings prise This present now I humbly bring Which God will not despise 42. Psalm and part of 43. as 100. O God the spring of all my joys For thee I long to thee I look No chased Hart do's pant so much After the cooling Water-brook Less grief it is to be exil'd From mine own house than Lord from thine O how I wish t' approach that place Where all thy glories use to shine Why should I cherish these sad thoughts Whence nought but perturbation flows Since they procure not what I wish Why should they hinder my repose I 've learnt this remedy at last To keep my passions calm and still I 'm nearer help by hope in God And resignation to his Will 43. Thou Righteous Judge of all the World Be thou my gracious Advocate And clear mine Innocence from those Whose craft is equal to their hate Thy mercy and thy truth display That by the conduct of thy light Thy Courts I may attain and there May have of thee a fuller sight T' approach thy presence would revive My Spir't and all my gladness raise Where I thy goodness would proclaim With Soul inlargements in thy praise 39. Psalm as 100. for a Funeral LORD teach me when my latter end And number of my days I view To measure right my self and them How I am frail and they are few My days extent is but a span Mine age is nothing unto thee Man in his flourishing estate Is altogether vanity A shadow 's all that he pursues But his vexations Real are He heaps up wealth and knows not who Shall reap the profit of his care Let others foolishly expect How kind this flatt'ring World will prove I 'll seek my God alone to please And be ambitious of his love How weak and nothing we appear When God for Sin doth man chastise Like garments fretted by the Moth So all his beauty ruin'd lies My poor petitions Lord regard And to my mournful cry give ear A wandring stranger here on Earth I am as all my Fathers were Lord my decaying strength repair And spare me yet a while that I May make my peace with thee before I go away from hence and dye 27. Psalm as 119. TO my Petitions Lord return An answer full of Grace Thy face thou bad'st me seek and I Resolve to seek thy face Lord do not in displeasure hide Thy face nor me reject Those succours I have had before From thee I still expect My Parents love is not so great As thine nor care so large When they forsake me I become Still more thy care and charge Lord let me plainly see the way Where I may safely tread Avoiding all the cunning snares Mine Enemies have laid How wretched had I been when I With troubles was opprest Had I not hop't thy Mercy would Secure my peace and rest Wait still on God my Soul from him Courage and strength derive Tho' he delay he will at length Thy fainting heart revive 25. Psalm in its proper tune TO God I make my Pray'r In him my trust repose O let me not become a scorn Or triumph to my Foes Let no events deject Their Souls that wait on thee Let disappointments shame their hopes That deal perfidiously The ways thou Lord dost chuse Make me to know aright And teach me always to perform What 's pleasing in thy sight From the streight paths of Truth Ne're let me go astray From thee my Saviour I beg Direction every day Lord call to mind that love Thou didst of old express How thou hast graciously reliev'd Thy Servants in distress Into my youthful sins No strict enquiry make Those early faults O Lord forgive For thine own goodness sake Part II. God who is good and just Will erring Souls instruct Their wandring steps he will to paths Of holiness conduct The humble Souls he 'll guide And teach the meek his way Kindness and truth express to such As his just laws obey Incourag'd by thy Grace For mercy I intreat Pardon my sins O Lord that are Both numerous and great Who is that happy man That fears the Lord above He 'll ever lead him in the ways That he himself doth love Possess'd with quiet
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