3

For God, the gracious and the wife,
Receives the feeble with the ftrong.
Let Pride and Wrath be banish'd hence,
Meekness and Love cur Souls pursue:
Nor fhall our Practice give Offence
To Saints, the Gentile, or the Jew.

HYMN CCCCXVII.

I FATHER, how wide thy Glory fhines! how high thy Wonders rife! Known thro' the Earth by thousand Signs; by thousand thro' the Skies.

2 Part of thy Name divinely ftands,
on all thy Creatures writ;

They fhew the Labour of thy Hands,
or Impress of thy Feet.

3 But when we view thy ftrange Defign,
to fave rebellious Worms;

Where Vengeance and Compaffion join in their divineft Forms:

4 Here the whole Deity is known, nor dares a Creature guess,

Which of the Glories brighteft fhone, the Juftice or the Grace.

5 Now the full Glories of the Lamb, adorn the heav'nly Plains;

Bright Seraphs learn Immanuel's Name, and try their choiceft Strains.

6 O may I bear some humble Part
in that immortal Song;
Wonder and Joy fhall tune my Heart,
and Love command my Tongue.

HYMN CCCCXVIII.

I COMMIT thou all thy Griefs
And Ways into his Hands;

To his fure Truth and tender Care,
Who Earth and Heav'n commands.
2 Who points the Clouds their Course,
Whom Winds and Seas obey;
He shall direct th ywand'ringFeet,
He fhall prepare thy Way.

3 Thou on the Lord rely,

So fafe fhall thou go on;
Fix on this Work thy ftedfaft Eye,
So fhall thy Work be done.

4 No Profit can'st thou gain

By felf-confuming Care;

To him commend thy Caufe, his Ear-
Attends the fofter Pray'r.

5 Give to the Winds thy Fears,

Hope, and be undismay'd;

God hears thy Sighs, and counts thy Tears,

God fhall lift up thy Head.

Thro' Waves, and Clouds, and Storms

He gently clears thy Way;

Wait

Wait thou his Time, fo fhall this Night
Soon end in joyous Day..

7 Leave to his fov'reign Sway

To chufe, and to command,
So fhalt thou wond'ring own, his Way
How wife, how ftrong his Hand!

8 Far, far above thy Thought
His Councel fhall appear,

When fully he the Work hath wrought,
That caus'd thy needlefs Fear.
9 Thou feeft our Weaknefs, Lord,
Our Hearts are known to thee;
O lift thou up thy finking Hand,
Confirm the feeble Knee !

10 Let us in Life, in Death,
Thy ftedfaft Truth declare,
And publish with our latest Breath
Thy Love and guardian Care.

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HYMN CCCCXIX.

ND is the lovely Shadow fled?
The blooming Wonder of her Years,
So foon infhrin'd among the Dead !
She juftly claims our pious Tears,
Who now to heav'nly Spirits join'd,
Hath left our wretched World behind.

2 Her early short liv'd Excellence

With meek Submiffion we bemoan,

Snatch'd

Snatch'd in a fatal Moment hence,
Gone from our Arms, to Jefus gone,
To heighten by her swift Remove
The Grief below, and Joy above.
3 In vain the dear departing Saint

5

Forbids our gushing Tears to flow,
Forbear, my Friends, your fond Complaint,
From Earth to Heaven I gladly go,
To glorious Company above,
Bright Angels, and the God of Love.
O praise him, and rejoice for me
So happy, happy in my God!
So foon from all my Pain fet free,
And haften to that bleft Abode;
With fwift Defire my Steps purfue,
And take the Prize prepar'd for you.
Meet am I for the great Reward,

The great Reward I know is mine;
Come, O my fweet redeeming Lord,
Open thofe loving Arms of thine,
And take me up thy Face to fee,
And let me die to live with thee.

6 The Pray'r is feal'd, the Soul is filed,
And fees her Saviour Face to Face;
But ftill the speaks to us, tho' dead,

She calls us to that heav'nly Place,
Where all the Storms of Life are o'er,
And Pain and Parting is no more.

HYMN

CCCCXX.

WOW happy, gracious Lord, are we, Divinely drawn to follow thee, Whofe Hours divided are Betwixt the Mount and Multitude; Our Day is spent in doing good, Our Night in Praise and Prayer. 2 With us no melancholy Void, No Moment lingers unemploy'd, Or unimprov❜d below;

Our Weariness of Life is

gone, Who live to ferve our God alone,

And only thee to know.

3 The Winter's Night and Summer's Day Glide imperceptibly away,

Too fhort to fing thy Praise;
Too few we find the happy Hours,
And hafte to join those heavenly Powers
In everlasting Lays.

4 With all who chant thy Name on high,
And holy, holy, holy cry!

A bright harmonious Throng, We long thy Praises to repeat, And reftlefs fing around thy Seat, The new eternal Song.

HYMN

CCCCXXI.

God of all Grace,

Thy Goodnefs we praise :

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