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
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
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
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
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. 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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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