L O, what an entertaining Sight How bleft the House, where Hearts unite in Bands of Piety! 2 Where Streams of Love, from heav'nly descend to ev'ry Soul; 3 (Springs, And facred Peace, with balmy Wings, fhades and bedews the Whole. All in their proper Stations move; and each fulfils his Part, In all the Cares of Life and Love, with fympathizing Heart. 4 Their Souls are form'd for Joy and Peace; their Hearts and Hopes are one; And kind Designs to serve and please, thro all their Actions run. 5 How happy is the pious Houfe, Such Pleasure crowns the heav'nly Hills; and all the Air is Love. HYMN CLVIII. folid Happines we prize, Within our Breafts this Jewel lies, And And they are Fools who roam: 2 We'll therefore relish, with Content, 3 We'll be refign'd, when Ills betide, 4 Thus, crown'd with Peace, thro Life we'll Its chequer'd Paths of Joy and Woe, (go, With cautious Steps, we'll tread ; Quit its vain Scenes without a Tear, And mingle with the Dead: 5 While Confcience, like a faithful Friend, HYMN I SAY, heav'nly Mufe, and teach my Song, Whofe Souls fhall mount the blest Abode, 2 The Man, who, midft a fcoffing Croud, .3 Whofe Tongue, the Glory of his Frame, For 'tis his conftant Care, 4 Though Sinners fwell in Robes of Pride, And boaft their Thousands at their Side, He can their Pomp despise; While the poor Saint that fears the Lord, 5 If once his Lips the Word have spoke, He varies not from what he swore, By Us'ry he will ne'er augment This is the Soul, that, freed from Clay, And dwell for ever there : HYMN CLX. "TISMercy calls--awakemygratefulString; Ye Worlds of Nature,liften while I fing; 'Tis not his dire avenging Rod, I fing the Mercies of a God; Or rather in the facred Chorus join, Dominion, Power, Praife, and then Heav'n hears delighted, and the joyful Sound Swell'd with celeftial Mufic fpreads the Regions round. The Lord,though feated far beyond the Sky, Yet fees the Wretched with a pitying Eye; That Power knows our fecret Fear, The lonely Sigh, or filent Tear; He fees the Widow's ftreaming Eye, And hears the hungry Orphans cry. Depending Worlds his facred Bounty share, All Creatures find a Part of their Creator's Care. 4 His Juftice next employs the heav'nly String, And hymning Angels tremble while they fing; 'The Lord is juft and holy, then O weep, ye thoughtlefs Sons of Men: Or fhun the Frown of God moft high? Yet fhall the Sigh, or penitential Groan, Mount like the Seraph's Wing, and reach the facred Throne. 5 Hear this, ye pious but dejected Minds, Whom Errors darken, or whom Weakness blinds; Lift from the Duft your mournful Eye, And know the Lord your Help is nigh; These Sorrows from your Breafts fhall roll, And Comfort blefs the humble Soul; Let cheerful Hope in ev'ry Bolom spring, For boundless Mercy dwells with Heav'n's immortal King. 6 Come then, ye Worlds, with mingled Voices raife A Song of mean, but not ungrateful Praife; Though |