his Israel His Glories bright display This this becomes them well To praise their God and say His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of Time and Place III. A Song of Praise prepare This work belongs to you Of Aarons house that are And Gods Domesticks too His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place IV. All ye that fear the Lord All that his Laws obey Praise him with one accord Extol his name and say His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place Part II. Praise for Protection I. O that I may record The kindness I have felt Did call upon the Lord When my sad Heart did melt With Anxious fear To my request When thus addrest He bow'd his Ear. II. How soon my fear was fled He having heard my voice Me out of trouble led Into a Paradice There I enjoy By him discharg'd By him inlarg'd Sweet liberty III. The mighty Lord of Hosts As chief is on my side I 'll not regard their boasts Who do my trust deride When God 's my friend Alas how can Poor feeble man With me contend IV. The Lord doth take my part With those that for me fight My foes shall backward start All vanquisht by his might In God to trust Is better than In Mortal Men Who are but dust V. Tho' Princes great in might Great Armies do command They safety seek by flight And fall by a strong hand In God to trust Is better than In Mighty Men That are but dust VI. To th'Father and the Son And Holy Ghost now be All Glory unto one True God and Persons Three As 't was for when Times measure ends His praise transcends All time Amen VII Glory to God on high And peace to men below Now God in Grace is nigh All blessings to bestow All glory then To th'Father to The Son also And Sp'rit Amen Hymn IX As Psalm 33. JUstice and Judgment he doth love His Goodness fills all coasts God by his word made Heaven above By 's Spirit form'd all their Hosts The Seas he in their Channels keeps Their heaps the Bellows cur'd In store-houses he lays the deeps O fear him all the World In awe of him let all men stand That dwell from Sun to Sun His work 's confirm his high command He spake and it was done The Counsel which the Heathen take The Lord doth bring to naught And mens devices vain doth make They no effect have wrought The Counsel of the Lord stands sure And so for ever shall Th' intentions of his Heart indure To Generations all That Nation 's bless'd whose Gods the Lord That people's bless'd whom he Hath chosen of his own accord His heritage to be Hymn XX. 2. Psalm VVHY do the Heathen rage and fret Till vain inventions tire The Kings on Earth themselves do set And Rulers do conspire His gentle Government they count Their Yoke his Laws their Chain Freedom they 'l have without controul No bands shall them restrain But God above will scorn their rage Their vain attempts deride His Power shall vex them and his Wrath Vex their defeated Pride Then shall his voice in Thunder ring His wrath on them shall fall His fury thus insenc'd shall bring Vexation on them all For all their spite Iv'e set my King Securely on his Throne And what I had decreed before Proclaim'd him now my Son This is the birth-day of thy Rule Thy Scepter I 'll advance O're all the Earth the Gentiles give For thine Inheritance And thou shalt break their power and strength As with an Iron Rod As Potsherds vile shall they at length Under thy foot be trod Be wise now therefore all ye Kings Ye Judges of the Land Be ye instructed in the things Ye ought to understand Serve ye the Lord with holy fear With trembling awe rejoice O Kiss the Sun lest that ye hear His angry threatning voice So should you perish from the way His anger thus exprest When 's wrath is Kindled once O they That trust in him are blest Hymn XXI Mr. J. G 's Hymn for the Sacrament ROuse up you dearly purchast Souls To praise the Lord above And with affections true and large Speak of his Grace and Love The Father Son and Holy Ghost By one consenting will Declar'd for ransoming lost Souls That Christ his blood should spill All with provision in the way Unto the Holy Land They are prepar'd by our dear Lord And brought us by his hand How sweet it is to banquet here Let feasted Souls declare How good to feed at such a feast Where such rich dainties are But what we do injoy on Earth Are but the crums that fall When Christ shall take us to himself We shall injoy our all How long dear Lord how long wilt thou Delay to take us up Our absent Souls do wait in pain With thee above to sup The Heav'ns a blessed song shall sing To Angel's God and ours When all the Saints shall enter in With most inlarged powers Hymn XXII For the Sacrament CHrist did contract with God Before the World began To save from Sin from Hell and Death In time distressed man Gods Justice was most strict The Debt must be paid down But man by sin Gods Image lost Which was his Strength and Crown Take up the Sword and slay This Enemy of mine Did Justice say when 't was inrag'd But Christ stept up in time O Justice stop thy hand Our Saviour kindly spake And if thou must have recompence Mans Debt I 'll undertake Come sheathe thy Sword in me Let man not be undone For now to suffer in his room A man I will become And what thou dost demand I 'll fully satisfie If nothing else will purchase life I am content to dye Ye Angels of the Lord Ye Saints that are above And all Redeemed Souls on Earth Praise ye this God of Love XXIV Sacramental Hymns LET those life-breathing lips of thine Be joyn'd O Christ to me Because thy Love excelleth Wine And all thy Saints love thee With Flagons of refreshing Joy And Comforts from above Stay me O stay me powerfully For I am sick of Love Beneath his shadow I was plac'd With very great content His fruit was sweet unto my tast His Word and Sacrament O draw me my dear Saviour With those strong Cords of Love And then shall we go after thee As fast as we can move Herein is Love not ours to God But his to us most large In sending down his only Son Our great Debts to discharge He sav'd us from the Wrath to come At that most dreadful day And was so good to shed his blood To wash our sins away Even Jesus Christ who sav'd us all From storms of future wrath Whose love to wash our sins away Made his own blood the Bath To him that on the Throne sets down And Christ the Lamb therefore Be Blessing Glory and Renown And Power for evermore Another HOsanna to King David's
Ear Do not my mournful voice dispise But my Petition hear I do confess that I receiv'd My very shape in sin In it my Mother me conceiv'd And brought me forth therein Numberless evils compass me My sins do me assail More than my very hairs they be So that my heart doth fail But there is Mercy to be had With thee and pardoning Grace That men may be incouraged With fear to seek thy face Have Mercy Lord and pity take On me in this distress For thine abundant mercy sake Blot out my wickedness My youthful sins do thou deface Keep them not on record But after thine abundant Grace Remember me O Lord. Lord hide thy face from all my sins And my misdeeds deface O God make clean my heart within Renew it with thy Grace From every presumptuous crime Thy Servant Lord restrain And let them not at any time The least dominion gain Blessed is he to whom the Lord Imputeth not his sin Whose heart hath all deceit abhorr'd And guile's not found therein O then let joy and gladness speak And let me hear their voice That so the bones which thou didst break May feelingly rejoice Then bless the living Lord my Soul His glorious praise proclaim Let all my inward powers extol And bless his holy name Forget not all his benefits But bless the Lord my Soul Who all thy trespasses remits And makes thee sound and whole Behold what wondrous love on us The Father hath bestow'd That we should be advanced thus And call'd the Sons of God Because thy loving kindness is Better than length of days And preciouser than life its self My Lips shall speak thy praise With Marrow and sweet Fatness fill'd My thankful Soul shall be My Mouth shall join with joyful lips In giving praise to thee For whom have I in Heaven but thee Nor is there any one In all the World desir'd of me Besides thy self alone Tho' flesh consume and heart be broke And all do fail me sore Yet God's my hearts unshaken Rock And portion evermore The path of Life thou wilt shew me With thee are all the Treasures Of Joy and at thy right hand be The everlasting pleasures Goodness and Mercy all my days Shall surely follow me And in the house of God always My dwelling place shall be Lord all thy works do speak thy praise And thee thy Saints shall bless They shall proclaim thy Kingdoms fame And thy great power express Thy Kingdom everlasting is Its glory hath no end And thine alone Dominion Thro' Ages doth extend Glory to the Eternal God In his transcendent place Let peace on Earth make her abode Let men receive his Grace The Elders and the blessed Saints Who do thy Throne surround Do never cease by night or day These praises to resound The Song of Moses and the Lamb They sing with one accord Great are thy works and marvellous Almighty God our Lord. Just are thy ways thou King of Saints And true is all thy word Who would not fear and glorifie Thy holy name O Lord The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown For thou our Souls redeemed hast By thy most precious Blood And made us Kings and Sacred Priests To the Eternal God Let the exalted Heav'ns rejoice And let the Earth be glad The Sea with its applauding noise Triumphant praise shall add O bless the Lord all ye his Hosts And Ministers of his And all his works throughout all Coasts Where his Dominion is Bless thou the Lord my Soul my mouth His praises shall proclaim Bless him all flesh all that hath breath Praise ye the Lord's great name To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Glory be therefore As our Baptism doth oblige Both now and evermore A small Collection from Mr. Burgess Heaven's King my careful Shepherd is I am his Pasture Sheep 'T were strange if I should come to want For he doth never sleep His Word and Ordinances are Fat Pastures unto me In them he leads me where the streams Of Grace and Peace run free Surely thy goodness and free grace Shall reach me all my days And let my life be long or short I 'll spend it in thy praise Blessing and Glory and Renown Then give we altogether To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever Hymn VI. for the Sabbath D. B. COme let us set to Angels work Yea Lord I 'll sing thy praise I will proclaim thy wondrous Grace Thy Honour we will raise Thanksgiving is a heavenly work 'T is all in Heaven they do To thank and praise the Lord most high On Earth 't is sweet work too Let all the World shout at the Just God will be their high Tower And such a Fort that all the World Shall ne're one Saint devour Of silly babes and sucklings weak Thou mak'st the Church so strong That it confounds the Gates of Hell That seek to do it wrong My Thoughts are much too big for words When to thy Heavens I look And view the Moon and Stars most high Thy glorious lovely book Then bless my Soul and all my powers Bless ye Jehovahs name As ye were born to do the Saints Do always praise the same Thro' Christ he pardons all our sins And blots out our misdeeds He heals our outward maladies And supplies all our needs He hath the Keys of Hell and Death The Souls of men to save He in his kindness bore the Cross That we the Crown might have Bless bless my Soul that Lord and God Whose benefits ingage His benefits of every hour Who can count in an Age For this his loving kindnesses He 's sooner reconcil'd Than any tender Father is To his Repenting Child To Father Son and Holy Ghost c. For the Sabbath O Blessed are ye Saints above How active is your state You ever bless the Lord your God Not at our broken Rate They never pray but always praise They endless Sabbaths keep They never shut their Eyes or Mouths Their rest is free from sleep But oh how weak are crawling Worms How short's our Sabbath days We dye more hours by far in sleep Than we do live in praise O Glorious God accept our Wills And Weaknesses forgive We wish our Souls were like the Saints Unlike them as we live They all were once as weak as we Lord grant we be not long That we may be as strong as they And sing their heavenly song â—ord what is life without thy love 'T is but a sorry thing What makes the Court of Heav'n above Thy Presence 't is great King 〈◊〉 do not envy great mens state Nor pine to see their store Take they the World give me thy Love I 'm Rich and they are Poor Hymn VII Another for the Sabbath day O God whose glorious Majesty We can so little praise â—Tis but a few and weary hours And those the best of days Heaven be the land of praise Lord why
could not say O dear memorial of that Death That still survives and gives us Breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy and All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes encrease And fill my portion in thy peace Come hidden Life and that long day For which I languish come away When this dry Soul those Eyes shall see And drink th' unseal'd source of Thee When glorious Sun Faith's shade shall chase And for thy Veil give me thy Face Hymn LIX as 25 Psalm COme mild and holy Dove Descend into our Breast Do thou in us make us in Thee Forever dwell and rest Come and spread o're our heads Thy soft all cher'shing Wing That in its shade we safely sit And to thee praises sing To thee who gives us Life Our better Life of Grace Who gives us breath and strength and speed To run and win our race If by the way we faint Thou reachest forth thy Hand If our own weakness makes us fail Thou mak'st our weakness stand When we are sliding back Thou dost our dangers stop When we again alas are fall'n Again thou tak'st us up Else there we still must lye And still sink lower down Our hope to rise is all from Thee Our ruin's all our own O our ingrateful Souls What shall our dulness do For him that does all this for us Only our love to woo We love thee then dear Lord But thou must give that Love We 'll humbly beg it of thy Grace But thou our Prayers must move Oh hear thine own self speak For thou in us dost pray Thou can'st as quickly grant as ask Thy Grace knows no delay Glory to thee O Lord One Co-eternal Three To Father Son and Holy Ghost One equal glory be Of Praise and Hope MY God had I my Breath from Thee This pow'r to speak and sing And shall my Voice and shall my Song Praise any but their King My God had I my Soul from thee This power to Judge and Chuse And shall my Brain and shall my Will Their best to thee refuse Alas not this alone nor that Hast thou bestow'd on me But all I have and shall I hope I have and hope from Thee And more I have and more I hope Then I can speak or think Thy blessings first refresh then fill Then overflows the brink But though my voice and fancy be Too low to reach thy praise Yet both shall strain thy glorious name High as they can to raise Hymn LX. For the Morning as 100 Psalm OPen mine Eyes my Soul and see Once more the Light returns to thee Look round about and chuse the Way Thou mean'st to travel o're to day Think on the dangers thou may'st meet And always watch thy sliding Feet Think where thou once hast fall'n before And mark the place and fall no more Think on the helps that God bestows And cast to Steer thy Life by those Think on the sweets thy Soul did feel When thou didst well and do so still Think on the pains that shall torment Those stubborn Souls that ne're Repent Think on the Joys that wait above To Crown the Head of Holy Love Think what at last will be thy part If thou go'st on where now thou art See Life and Death set thee to chuse One thou must take and one refuse O my dear Lord guide thou my course And draw me on with thy sweet force Still make me walk still make me tend By thee my way to thee my end All glory to the Sacred three One undivided Deity As it has been in ages gone May now and ever still be done Hymn LXI The Common Tune for the Evening NOW O my Soul the day is gone Which in the Morn was thine It 's emptied Glass no more shall run It 's Sun no longer shine 'T is true alas the day is gone O were it only so Is it not lost as well as done Cast up thy Counts and know Art thou got so much nearer Heav'n As nearer to the Grave Has thy Hearts grief a fitness giv'n Sin 's Pardon to receive From what base vice hast thou refrain'd To break the Course of Sin Or what new vertue hast thou gain'd To make thee rich within There time is well bestow'd on those Who well their time bestow Whose main concern still forward goes Whose hopes still riper grow Who when the warning Clocks proclaim Another hour is past Have the wise art to set their aim And thoughts upon their last This sad Life's last and happiest hour Which brings them to their home Where they shall sing and bless the Pow'r That made them thither come O my dear Lord of Life and Death The ever-living King Since thou dost give to all their Breath May all thy glory sing FINIS BOOKS Printed for Tho. Parkhurst THE Rod or the Sword the Present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland Considered Argued and Improved in a Discourse from Ezekiel Chap. 21. Ver. 13. The Confirming Work of Religion Or It s Great Things made plain by their Primary Evidences and Demonstrations Whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a Rational account of their Faith The Present Aspect of our Times and of the Extraordinary Conjunction of Things therein In a Rational View and Prospect of the same as it respects the Publick Hazard and Safety of Brittain in this Day Both Writ by R. Fleming Author of the Fulfilling of the Scriptures A Family Altar Erected to the Honour of the Eternal God Or a Solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses Being some Meditations on Genesis 35. 2 3. The Best Entail Or Dying Parents Living Hopes for their surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse upon 2 Sam. 23. 5. Wherein is a Collection of several Covenant-Promises to support the Faith and some Pleas to direct and quicken the Prayers of Gods Covenanted People for their surviving Posterity Both Written by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel An Account of the Blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit Coincident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its 1 Mystical 2 Foederal 3 Practical Vses in the Christian Religion By William Burrough ERRATA PAge 10. line 11. read prolongs p. 21. l. 22. r. in p. 24 l. 9. r. through these p. 25. l. 2. r. ere it be long p. 26. l. 14. r. any thing p. 27. l. 14. r. binds p. 28. l. 12. r. thee l. 16. r. God p. 33. l. 10 11. r. heigths p. 35. l. 18. r. 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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
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
Son Hosanna to the Christ That in the Almighty's name doth come Hosanna in the high'st For thou wer 't slain and art alive Redeeming us to God From every Nation Kingdom Tongue By thy most precious Blood Corruptive things as silver is And Gold Redeem'd us not But the dear blood of Christ our Lord A Lamb without a spot My Saviour dear my belov'd one Is mine and I am his Chief of ten thousand he 's alone My highest Joy and Bliss H'was Sin us for that knew no sin That so we might be made The Righteousness of God in him By whom the price was paid And being thus made free from sin God's service to attend The fruit to Holiness shall be Eternal Life the end By his own Will and Word hath he Wrought our Regeneration A kind of first ripe fruits to be Of all the whole Creation Now to the true eternal King Not seen with mortal Eye Th' immortal only wise true God Be Praise perpetually Hymn XXVI As the 100. Psalm THe Lord do's reign and like a King Puts on his robes of glorious light Tremble thou Earth when he appears Cloathed and girt about with might Under his rule th' unquiet World Will gain stability and Peace Of old his Empire did begin And like himself can never cease In vain the World rebellious powers In tumults and commotions rise Like troubled waters of the Sea That bid defiance to the Skies Resist not his unequal strength That 's far above your threatning noise For ev'n the Seas unruly Waves Do calmly listen to his voice Lord as thy Power can never fail So all thy Promises are sure 'T is thy perfection to be true And those that serve thee to be pure Hymn XXV As the 148. Psalm YE servants of the Lord 1. That Heaven and Earth did frame Who on his Service wait Praise ye his glorious name His goodness doth To this invite His praise will give The best delight In him all Glories meet His greatness knows no bound 2. What other Gods do claim In him is only found Who as at first He all things made Still rules o're all By all obey'd All things in Heaven above 3. Are Subject to his Will The Earth and Seas below His pleasure do fulfil At his Command From the Worlds end Thick Vapours come The Clouds ascend Lightnings from thence burst out And Rains are fast pour'd down 4. He brings his boyst'rous winds From Treasuries unknown Thy name and thy Memorial For ever Lord Continue shall Hymn XXVIII As 148. Psalm GIVE thanks unto the Lord That is so kind and good 5. Whose mercies firmly last As they have ever stood To this Great King All things do bow Angels above And pow'rs below His works our wonder raise The Heav'ns his Wisdom made 6. And he the out stretch'd Earth Above the Waters laid He made the Sun The Days great light The Moon and Stars To rule the Night Egypt's first-born he smote And by his pow'rful hand 7. He brake off Israel's Yoke And brought them from that Land His mercies shown To Ages past Eternally Shall spring and last The parted Sea made way For Israel to pass 8. There the pursuing Host Of Pharaoh drowned was His People thro' The Desart led By Miracles Were daily fed Kings that oppos'd their way Sihon and Og he smote 9. And made their fruitful Land Fall to his Peoples Lot His mercies shewn To ages past Eternally Shall spring and last Hymn XXX as 119. Psalm in its proper tune BLest is the man whose blameless life The Law of God directs Who keeps his precepts and whose heart To serve the Lord affects They never wilfully transgress Who to these paths repair Thou Lord hast charged us to keep All thy commands with care O by thy Grace so guide my ways Never from thine to swerve Nothing shall shame my confidence Whil'st I thy laws observe I 'll praise thee better when I 'm more Instructed in thy fear To serve thee I resolve O give Me Graces to persevere But how shall Youth so prone to Vice Govern their manners Lord By heedful listning to the Wise Directions of thy Word Sincerely I have beg'd thy Grace O keep me close to thee I 've treasur'd up thy Word that I Might not a Sinner be I 've chose thy Truths to be my guide Thy Law my Rule have made I 'll run the way of thy Commands Since thou hast made me glad Lord give me a discerning mind And Knowledg of thy will Then what thy sacred Law enjoins I 'll heartily fulfil Incline my Heart to thy Commands Whilst others Riches prize From the vain pleasures of the world Lord turn away mine Eyes Thou art my Portion and thy word I count to be most dear Thy promis'd Mercy and thy Love Before this world prefer My former wand'rings I review'd And then without delay Resolv'd to change my course and turn Into thy safer way Thy hands have made and fashion'd me With wisdom me endue And by the knowledge of thy Laws Lord form my Soul anew I know thy Judgments righteous are And all my troubles just Lord let thy Mercy comfort me For in thy Word I trust For ever like the Heavens Lord Thy Word is settled fast As firmly as the Earth thy Truth Do's to all Ages last These all in their appointed course Continue to this day And all like ready Servants stand Thine Orders to obey Had not thy Truth been my support Thy Law been my delight Under the pressure of my woes I 'd sunk and perisht quite Of all Perfection here below I soon discern an end But thy large Precepts to all times And states of Life extend O how I love thy Law it is My daily exercise This study makes me wiser far Than all mine Enemies Honey no sweetness do's afford Like what thy words create From thence I learn the flatter'ng sweets Of every sin to hate Thy Word is to my Life a Guide Unto my Paths a Light I 've sworn to keep thy righteous Laws Which I 'll perform aright O let thy dealings towards me And mercy be the same Thou usest to express to those That love and fear thy Name Order my goings in thy Word And my Director be Then no iniquity shall gain Dominion over me I see how Sinners break thy Laws By bold Impieties This makes me sadly to lament And Tears o'reflow mine Eyes Thy Nature Lord and thy Commands Exactly do agree Holy and just and true thou art And such thy Precepts be Thy VVord from all impurer dross Refin'd is my delight On this I meditate before The VVatches of the night Those men are crown'd with inward Peace VVho thy Commandments love And no temptations unto sin To them a scandal prove My Soul do's all thy Precepts keep And Testimonies prize For all my Actions naked are To thine all-seeing Eyes Like a lost Sheep I 've gone astray But now to thee I come Thy precepts I resolve t' obey Lord bring thy Servant