3 Unfuftain'd by thee I fall;
Send the Help for which I call:
Weaker than a bruifed Reed,
Help I ev'ry Moment need.
4 All my Hopes on thee depend;
Love me, fave me, to the End:
Give me the continuing Grace;
Take the everlasting Praile.

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CCCXXXVI.

THOU, who didft put to flight

Primæval filence, when the morning stars, Exulting, fhouted o'er the rifing ball;

O thou, whofe word from folid darkness struck That spark, the fun, ftrike wisdom from my foul; My foul, which flies to thee, her truft, her treasure,

As mifers to their gold, while others rest.

Thro' this opaque of nature, and of soul, This double night, tranfmit one pitying ray, To lighten, and to cheer. O lead my mind, A mind that fain would wander from its woe, Lead it thro' various fcenes of life and death; And from each scene the nobleft truths infpire: Norless infpire my conduct, than my views; Teach my best reason, reason; my best will Teach rectitude; and fix my firm refolve Wisdom to wed, and pay her long arrear.

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DESE

CCCXXXVII.

ESPAIR is a cowardly Thing, And the Spirit fuggesting it bad; In Spite of my Sins I will fing, That Mercy is ftill to be had. 2 For he that has shown it so far, As to give me a sensible Heart, How heinous foever they are, Delights in the merciful Part. By Affliction, fo heavy to bear, He fearches the Wound he would cure; 'Tis his, to be kindly fevere, 'Tis mine, by his Grace to endure.

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O! comfort thyfelf in his Love,
Poor finful and forrowful Soul,

Who came, and ftill comes, from above,
To the Sick, that would fain be made whole:

Who faid, and continues to fay,
In the Deep of a penitent Breast,

Come, Sinner, to me come away,
I'll meet thee, and bring thee to Reft.

A Refufal to come is abfurd;
I'll put myself under his Care;
I'll believe his infallible Word,
And never, no never despair.

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CCCXXXVIII.

OD hath now sent his living Oracle

GOD

Into the World to teach his final Will, And fends his Spirit of Truth henceforth to dwell In pious Hearts, an inward Oracle

To all Truth requifite for Men to know.

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HYMN CCCXXXIX.

ORD and God of heav'nly Pow'rs,
Theirs, yet O! benignly ours;
Glorious King, let Earth proclaim,
Worms attempt to chaunt thy Name..
2 Thee to laud in Songs divine,
Angels and Archangels join;
We with them our Voices raise,
Echoing thy eternal Praise.

3 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Live by Heav'n and Earth ador'd;
Full of thee they ever cry,
Glory be to God most high.

HYMN CCCXL.

NOR Steel, nor Flint alone produces Fire; No Spark arifes till they both conspire:

Nor Faith alone, nor Work without is right; Salvation rifes, when they both unite.

HYMN CCCXLI.

EXTOL not riches, Sirs, the toil of fools,

The wife man's cumbrance, if not snare,
more apt

To flacken virtue, and abate her edge,
Than prompt her to do ought may merit praise.
What if with like averfion I reject

Riches and realms; yet not for that a crown,
Golden in fhew, is but a wreath of thorns,
Brings dangers, troubles, cares, and fleepless
nights

To him who wears the regal diedem, When on his shoulders each man's burden lies; For therein stands the office of a king, His honour, virtue, merit and chief praise, That for the public all this weight he bears. Yet he who reigns within himself, and rules Paffions, defires, and fears, is more a king; Which every wife and virtuous man attains: And who attains not, ill afpires to rule Cities of men, or headstrong multitudes, Subject himself to anarchy within, Or lawless paffions in him which he ferves. But to guide nations in the way of truth By faving doctrine, and from error lead To know, and knowing worship God aright, Is yet more kingly; this attracts the foul, Governs the inner man, the nobler part; That other o'er the body only reigns, And oft by force, which to a generous mind reigning can be no fincere delight.

Befides

Befides, to give a kingdom hath been thought Greater and nobler done, and to lay down Far more magnanimous, than to assume.

HYMN CCCXLII.

I WHO fhall the Lord's Elect condema? 'Tis God that juftifies their Souls,

And Mercy, like a mighty Stream,
O'er all their Sins divinely rolls.

2 Who fhall adjudge the Saints to Hell?
'Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their Stead;
And the Salvation to fulfil,

Behold him rifing from the Dead.

3 He lives! he lives! and fits above,
Forever interceeding there;

Who fhall divide us from his Love?
Or what shall tempt us to despair?
4 Shall Perfecution, or Diftrefs,
Famine, or Sword, or Nakedness?
He that hath lov'd us bears us thro',
And makes us more than Conqu❜rors too.

HYMN CCCXLIII.

ZEAL without Meeknefs, like a Ship atSea, To rifing Storms may foon become a Prey; And Meeknefs without Zeal is like the fame, When a dead Calm ftops ev'ry failing Aim.

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