The New-England Psalm-Singer Music

2. See! how the Flocks of Jesus rise!

See! how the Face of Paradise

Blooms thro’ the Thickets of the Wild!

Here Liberty erects her Throne;

Here Plenty pours her Treasures down;

Peace smiles, as Heav’nly Cherubs mild.

3. Lord, guard thy Favours; Lord, extend

Where farther Western Suns descend;

Nor Southern Seas the Blessings bound;

’Till Freedom lift her chearful Head,

’Till pure Religion onward spread,

And beaming, wrap the Globe around.

2. The Dawn of each returning Day,

Fresh Beams of Knowledge brings;

And from the dark Returns of Night

Divine Instruction springs.

3. Their pow’rful Language to no Realm

Or Region is confin’d:

’Tis Nature’s Voice, and understood

Alike by all Mankind.

4. Their Doctrine does its sacred Sense

Through Earth’s Extent display;

Whose bright Contents the circling Sun

Does round the World convey.

5. No Bridegroom for his Nuptials dress’d

Has such a chearful Face:

No Giant does like him rejoice,

To run his glorious Race.

6. From East to West, from West to East,

His restless Course he goes;

And, through his Progress, chearful Light,

And vital Warmth bestows.

Part II

7. God’s perfect Law converts the Soul,

Reclaims from false Desires;

With sacred Wisdom his sure Word

The Ignorant inspires.

8. The Statutes of the Lord are just,

And bring sincere Delight;

His pure Commands in search of Truth

Assist the feeblest Sight.

9. His perfect Worship here is flx’d,

On sure Foundations laid:

His equal Laws are in the Scales

Of Truth and Justice weigh’d:

10. Of more Esteem than golden Mines,

Or Gold refin’d with Skill;

More sweet than Honey, or the Drops

That from the Comb distil.

11. My trusty Counsellors they are,

And friendly Warnings give:

Divine Rewards attend on those,

Who by thy Precepts live.

12. But what frail Man observes how oft

He does from Virtue fall!

O! cleanse me from my secret Faults,

Thou God that know’st them all.

13. Let no presumptuous Sin, O Lord,

Dominion have o’er me;

That, by thy Grace preserv’d, I may

The great Transgression flee.

14. So shall my Pray’r and Praises be,

With thy Acceptance blest;

And I secure, on thy Defence,

My Strength and Saviour rest.

2. How charming is their Voice!

How sweet the Tidings are!

“Sion behold thy Saviour King,

He reigns and triumphs here.[”]

3. How happy are our Ears,

That hear this joyful Sound,

Which Kings and Prophets waited for,

And sought but never found!

4. How blessed are our Eyes,

That see his heav’nly Light;

Prophets and Kings desir’d it long,

But dy’d without the Sight!

5. The Watchmen join their Voice,

And tuneful Notes employ;

Jerusalem breaks forth with Songs,

And Desarts learn the Joy.

6. The Lord makes bare his Arm

Thro’ all the Earth abroad;

Let ev’ry Nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

2. My Thoughts are searching, Lord, for Thee,

Amongst the Shades of lonesome Night:

My earnest Pray’rs ascend the Skies

Before the Dawn restores the Light.

3. Look how rebellious Men deride

The tender Patience of my God;

But they shall see thy lifted Hand,

And feel the Scourges of thy Rod.

4. Hark! the Eternal rends the Sky,

A mighty Voice before Him goes,

A Voice of Musick to his Friends,

But threatning Thunder to his Foes.

5. Come, Children, to your Father’s Arms,

Hide in the Chambers of my Grace,

Till the fierce Storms be overblown,

And my revenging Fury cease.

2. To his great Name fresh Altars raise;

Devoutly due Respect afford;

Him in his holy Temple praise,

Where He’s with solemn State ador’d.

3. ’Tis He that with amazing Noise

The wat’ry Clouds in sunder breaks:

The Ocean trembles at his Voice,

When He from Heav’n in Thunder speaks.

4. How full of Pow’r his Voice appears!

With what majestick Terror crown’d!

Which from the Roots tall Cedars tears,

And strews their scatter’d Branches round.

5. They, and the Hills on which they grow,

Are sometimes hurried far away;

And leap like Hinds that bounding go,

Or Unicorns in youthful Play.

6. When God in Thunder loudly speaks,

And scatter’d Flames of Lightning sends,

The Forest nods, the Desart quakes,

And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends.

7. He makes the Hinds to cast their young

And lays the Beasts dark Coverts bare;

While those that to his Courts belong,

Securely sing his Praises there.

8. God rules the angry floods on high;

His boundless Sway shall never cease:

His People He’ll with Strength supply,

And bless his own with constant Peace.

2. Who can his mighty Deeds express,

Not only vast, but numberless?

What mortal Eloquence can raise,

His Tribute of immortal Praise?

3. Happy are they, and only they,

Who from thy Judgments never stray:

Who know what’s right; nor only so,

But always practise what they know.

4. Extend to me that Favour Lord,

Thou to thy chosen dost afford:

When thou return’st to set them free,

Let thy Salvation visit me.

5. O may I worthy prove to see

Thy Saints in full Prosperity;

That I the joyful Choir may join,

And count thy People’s Triumph mine.

6. But ah! can we expect such Grace,

Of Parents vile, the viler Race;

Who their Misdeeds have acted o’er

And with new Crimes increas’d the Score?

7. Ingrateful! they no longer thought

On all his Works in Egypt wrought;

The Red Sea they no sooner view’d,

But they their base Distrust renew’d.

8. Yet He, to vindicate his Name,

Once more to their Deliv’rance came,

To make his sov’reign Pow’r be known,

That He is God, and He alone.

9. To right and left, at his Command,

The parting Deep disclos’d her Sand;

Where firm and dry the Passage lay,

As though some parch’d and desart Way.

10. Thus rescu’d from their Foes they were,

Who closely press’d upon their Rear,

Whose Rage pursu’d ’em to those Waves,

That prov’d the rash Pursuers Graves.

11. The watry Mountains sudden Fall

O’erwhelm’d proud Pharoah, Host and all.

This Proof did stupid Isr’el move

To own God’s Truth, and praise his Love.

Part II

12. But soon these Wonders they forgot,

And for his Counsel waited not;

But lusting in the Wilderness,

Did Him with fresh Temptations press.

13. Strong Food at their Request He sent,

But made their Sin their Punishment.

Yet still his Saints they did oppose,

The Priest and Prophet whom He chose.

14. But Earth, the Quarrel to decide,

Her vengeful Jaws extended wide,

Rash Dathan to her Centre drew,

With proud Abiram’s factious Crew.

15. The rest of those who did conspire

To kindle wild Sedition’s Fire,

With all their impious Train became

A Prey to Heav’n’s devouring Flame.

16. Near Horeb’s Mount a Calf they made,

And to the molten Image pray’d;

Adoring what their Hands did frame

They chang’d their Glory to their Shame.

17. Their God and Saviour they forgot,

And all his Works in Egypt wrought;

His Signs in Ham’s astonish’d Coast,

And where proud Pharoah’s Troops were lost.

18. Thus urg’d, his vengeful Hand He rear’d,

But Moses in the Breach appear’d;

The Saint did for the Rebels pray,

And turn’d Heav’n’s kindled Wrath away.

19. Yet they his pleasant Land despis’d,

Nor his repeated Promise priz’d,

Nor did th’Almighty’s Voice obey;

But when God said, Go up, would stay.

20. This seal’d their Doom, without Redress

To perish in the Wilderness;

Or else to be by heathen Hands

O’erthrown and scatter’d thro’ the Lands.

Part III

21. Yet unreclaim’d this stubborn Race

Baal Peor’s Worship did embrace;

Became his impious Guests, and fed

On sacrifices to the Dead.

22. Thus they persisted to provoke

God’s Vengeance to the final Stroke,

’Tis come:—the deadly Pest is come

To execute their gen’ral Doom.

23. But Phinehas fir’d with holy Rage,

(Th’Almighty’s Vengeance to assuage)

Did, by two bold Offenders Fall,

Th’Atonement make that ransom’d All.

24. As him a heav’nly Zeal had mov’d,

So Heav’n the zealous Act approv’d;

To him confirming, and his Race,

The Priesthood he so well did grace.

25. At Meribah God’s Wrath they mov’d,

Who Moses for their sakes reprov’d;

Whose patient Soul they did provoke,

’Till rashly the meek Prophet spoke.

26. Nor when possess’d of Canaan’s Land,

Did they perform their Lord’s Command,

Nor his commission’d Sword employ

The guilty Nations to destroy.

27. Nor only spar’d the Pagan Crew,

But mingling learnt their Vices too;

And Worship to those Idols paid,

Which them to fatal Snares betray’d.

28. To Devils they did sacrifice

Their Children with relentless Eyes;

Approach’d their Altars thro’ a Flood

Of their own Sons and Daughters Blood.

29. No cheaper Victims would appease

Canaan’s remorseless Deities;

No Blood her Idols reconcile,

But that which did the Land defile.

Part IV

30. Nor did these savage Cruelties

The harden’d Reprobates suffice;

For after their Hearts Lusts they went,

And daily did new crimes invent.

30. But Sins of such infernal Hue

God’s Wrath against his People drew,

’Till He, their once indulgent Lord,

His own Inheritance abhor’d.

32. He them defenceless did expose

To their insulting heathen Foes;

And made them on the Triumphs wait,

Of those, who bore them greatest Hate.

33. Nor thus his Indignation ceas’d;

Their List of Tyrants He increas’d,

’Till they, who God’s mild Sway declin’d,

Were made the Vassals of Mankind.

34. Yet, when distress’d, they did repent,

His Anger did as oft relent:

But freed, they did his Wrath provoke,

Renew’d their Sins, and He their Yoke.

35. Nor yet implacable He prov’d,

Nor heard their wretched Cries unmov’d;

But did to mind his Promise bring,

And Mercy’s unexhausted Spring.

36. Compassion too He did impart,

E’en to their Foes obdurate Heart,

And Pity for their Suff’rings bred

In those who them to Bondage led.

37. Still save us, Lord, and Isr’el’s Bands

Together bring from heathen Lands;

So to thy Name our Thanks we’ll raise,

And ever triumph in thy Praise.

38. Let Isr’el’s God be ever bless’d,

His Name eternally confess’d:

Let all his Saints with full Accord

Sing loud Amens—Praise ye the Lord.

2. Those, who on Thee rely,

Let no Disgrace attend:

Be that the shameful Lot of such

As wilfully offend.

3. To me thy Truth impart,

And lead me in thy Way:

For Thou art He that brings me Help;

On Thee I wait all Day.

4. Thy Mercies, and thy Love,

O Lord, recall to mind;

And graciously continue still

As Thou wert ever, kind.

5. Let all my youthful Crimes

Be blotted out by Thee;

And for thy wond’rous Goodness’ sake

In Mercy think on me.

6. His Mercy, and his Truth,

The righteous Lord displays,

In bringing wand’ring Sinners home,

And teaching them his Ways.

7. He those in Justice guides,

Who his Direction seek;

And in his sacred Paths shall lead

The Humble and the Meek.

8. Through all the Ways of God

Both Truth and Mercy shine,

To such as with religious Hearts

To his blest Will incline.

Part II

9. Since Mercy is the Grace

That most exalts thy Fame;

Forgive my heinous Sin, O Lord,

And so advance thy Name.

10. Whoe’er with humble Fear

To God his Duty pays,

Shall find the Lord a faithful Guide,

In all his righteous Ways.

11. His quiet Soul with Peace

Shall be forever blest,

And by his num’rous Race the Land,

Successively possess’d.

12. For God to all his Saints

His secret Will imparts,

And does his gracious Cov’nant write

In their obedient Hearts.

13. To Him I lift my Eyes,

And wait his timely Aid;

Who breaks the strong and treach’rous Snare

Which for my Feet was laid.

14. O! turn and all my Griefs,

In Mercy, Lord, redress;

For I am compass’d round with Woes,

And plung’d in deep Distress.

15. The Sorrows of my Heart

To mighty Sums increase;

O! from this dark and dismal State

My troubled Soul release!

16. Do thou, with tender Eyes,

My sad Affliction see;

Acquit me, Lord, and from my Guilt

Intirely set me free.

17. Consider, Lord my Foes,

How vast their Numbers grow!

What lawless Force and Rage they use,

What boundless Hate they show!

18. Protect, and set my Soul,

From their fierce Malice free;

Nor let me be asham’d who place

My stedfast Trust in Thee.

19. Let all my righteous Acts

To full Perfection rise;

Because my firm and constant Hope

On Thee alone relies.

20. To Israel’s chosen race

Continue ever kind;

And in the midst of all their Wants

Let them thy Succour find.

2. “But I descend to Worlds below,

On Earth I have a Mansion too;

The humble Spirit and contrite

Is an Abode of my Delight.

3. The humble Soul my Words revive,

I bid the mourning Sinner live;

Heal all the broken Hearts I find,

And ease the Sorrows of the Mind.

4. When I contend against their Sin,

I make them know how vile they’ve been:

But should my Wrath for ever smoke,

Their Souls would sink beneath my Stroke.[”]

5. O may thy pard’ning Grace be nigh,

Lest we should faint, despair and die!

Thus shall our better Thoughts approve

The Methods of thy chast’ning Love.

2. Thou in the Morn my Voice shalt hear,

And with the dawning Day,

To thee devoutly I’ll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

3. For thou, the Wrongs that I sustain,

Canst never, Lord, approve;

Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place

All Evil dost remove.

4. Not long shall stubborn Fools remain

Unpunish’d in thy View:

All such as act unrighteous Things,

Thy Vengeance shall pursue.

5. The sland’ring Tongue, O God of Truth,

By thee shall be destroy’d;

Who hat’st alike the Man in Blood,

And in Deceit employ’d.

6. But when thy boundless Grace shall me

To thy lov’d Courts restore

On thee I’ll fix my longing Eyes,

And humbly there adore.

7. Conduct me by thy righteous Laws;

For watchful is my Foe:

Therefore, O Lord, make plain the Way,

Wherein I ought to go.

8. Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit;

Their Heart is set on Wrong;

Their Throat is a devouring Grave;

They flatter with their Tongue.

9. By their own Counsels let them fall,

Oppress’d with Loads of Sin;

For they against thy righteous Laws

Have harden’d Rebels been.

10. But let all those who trust in thee,

With Shouts their Joy proclaim;

Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv’st,

And all that love thy Name.

11. To righteous Men the righteous Lord,

His Blessing will extend;

And with his Favour all his Saints,

As with a Shield, defend.

2. Thou Moon that rul’st the Night,

And Sun that guid’st the Day,

Ye glitt’ring Stars of Light,

To Him your Homage pay:

His Praise declare,

Ye Heav’ns above,

And Clouds that move

In liquid Air.

3. Let them adore the Lord,

And praise his holy Name,

By whose almighty Word

They all from Nothing came:

And all shall last,

From Changes free:

His firm Decree

Stands ever fast.

4. Let Earth her Tribute pay;

Praise Him ye dreadful Whales,

And Fish that through the Sea

Glide swift with glitt’ring Scales:

Fire, Hail, and Snow,

And misty Air,

And Winds that, where

He bids them, blow.

5. By Hills and Mountains (all In grateful Consort join’d) By Cedars stately tall,

And Trees for Fruit design’d:

By ev’ry Beast,

And creeping Thing,

And Fowl of Wing

His Name be blest.

6. Let all of royal Birth,

With those of humbler Frame,

And Judges of the Earth,

His matchless Praise proclaim.

In this Design

Let Youths with Maids,

And hoary Heads

With Children join.

7. United Zeal be shown,

His wond’rous Fame to raise,

Whose glorious Name alone

Deserves our endless Praise.

Earth’s utmost Ends

His Pow’r obey:

His glorious Sway

The Sky transcends.

8. His chosen Saints to grace.

He sets them up on high,

And favours Isr’el’s Race,

Who still to Him are nigh.

O therefore raise

Your grateful Voice,

And still rejoice

The Lord to praise.

2. Forbid it, mighty God,

Nor let it e’er be said,

That we whose Sins are crucify’d,

Should raise them from the Dead.

3. We will be Slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free,

Has nail’d our Tyrants to his Cross,

And bought our Liberty.

2. Before the mournful Scene began,

He took the Bread, and bless’d, and break:

What Love thro’ all his Actions ran!

What wond’rous Words of Grace he spake!

3. “This is my Body, broke for Sin,

Receive and eat the living Food,”

Then took the Cup, and bless’d the Wine;

“’Tis the new Cov’nant in my Blood.

4. Do this,” (he cry’d) [“] ’till Time shall end,

In Mem’ry of your dying Friend;

Meet at my Table and record

The Love of your departed Lord.”

5. Jesus, thy Feast we celebrate,

We shew thy Death, we sing thy Name,

’Till thou return, and we shall eat

The Marriage-Supper of the Lamb.

2. With ev’ry Morning’s early Dawn,

His Goodness to relate;

And of his constant Truth, each Night

The glad Effects repeat.

3. To ten string’d Instruments we’ll sing,

With tuneful Psalt’ries join’d,

And to the Harp, with solemn Sounds

For sacred Use design’d.

4. For thro’ thy wondrous Works, O Lord,

Thou mak’st my Heart rejoice;

The Thoughts of them shall make me glad,

And shout with chearful Voice.

5. How wond’rous are thy Works, O Lord!

How deep are thy Decrees!

Whose winding Tracks, in secret laid,

No stupid Sinner sees.

6. He little thinks, when wicked Men,

Like Grass, look fresh and gay;

How soon their short-liv’d Splendor must

For ever pass away.

7. But Thou, my God, art still most High;

And all thy lofty Foes,

Who thought they might securely sin,

Shall be o’erwhelm’d with Woes.

8. Whilst Thou exalt’st my sov’reign Pow’r,

And mak’st it largely spread;

And with refreshing Oil anoint’st

My consecrated Head.

9. I soon shall see my stubborn Foes

To utter Ruin brought;

And hear the dismal End of those,

Who have against me fought.

10. But righteous Men, like fruitful Palms,

Shall make a glorious Show;

As Cedars that on Lebanon

In stately Order grow.

11. These, planted in the House of God,

Within his Courts shall thrive;

Their Vigour and their Lustre both

Shall in old Age revive.

12. Thus will the Lord his Justice shew;

My God, my strong Defence,

Shall due Rewards to all the World

Impartially dispense.

2. Where is the Shadow of that Rock,

That from the Sun defends thy Flock?

Fain would I feed among thy Sheep,

Among them rest, among them sleep.

3. Why should thy Bride appear like one

That turns aside to Paths unknown?

My constant Feet would never rove,

Would never seek another Love.

4. The Footsteps of thy Flock I see;

Thy sweetest Pastures here they be;

A wondrous Feat thy Love prepares,

Bought with thy Wounds, and Groans & Tears.

5. His dearest Flesh He makes my Food,

And bids me drink his richest Blood:

Here to these Hills my Soul will come

Till my Beloved lead me home.

2. Their golden Cordials cannot ease

Their pained Hearts or aching Heads,

Nor fright nor bribe approaching Death

From glittering Roofs and downy Beds.

3. The ling’ring, the unwilling Soul

The dismal Summons must obey,

And bid a long, a sad Farewell

To the pale lump of lifeless Clay.

4. Thence they are huddled to the Grave,

Where Kings and Slaves have equal Thrones,

Their Bones without Distinction lie

Amongst the Heap of meaner Bones.

2. “Then shall thy Neighbour next in Place

Share thine Affections and Exteem,

And let thy Kindness to thy self

Measure and rule thy Love to him.”

3. This is the Sense that Moses spoke,

This did the Prophets preach and prove;

For Want of this the Law is broke,

And the whole Law’s fulfill’d by Love.

4. But O! how base our Passions are!

How cold our Charity and Zeal!

Lord fill our Souls with heav’nly Fire,

Or we shall ne’er perform thy Will.

2. O! to my longing Eyes once more

That View of glorious Pow’r restore,

Which thy majestic House displays:

Because to me thy wond’rous Love

Than Life itself does dearer prove,

My Lips shall always speak thy Praise.

3. My Life, while I that Life enjoy,

In blessing God I will employ;

With lifted Hands adore his Name:

My Soul’s Content shall be as great

As theirs, who choicest Dainties eat,

While I with Joy his Praise proclaim.

4. When down I lie, sweet Sleep to find,

Thou, Lord, art present to my Mind;

And when I wake in Dead of Night.

Because Thou still dost Succour bring,

Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing

I rest with Safety and Delight.

5. My Soul, when Foes would me devour,

Cleaves fast to Thee, whose matchless Pow’r

In her Support is daily shown:

But those the righteous Lord shall slay,

That my Destruction wish; and they,

That seek my Life, shall lose their own.

6. They by untimely Ends shall die,

Their Flesh a Prey to Foxes lie;

But God shall fill the King with Joy:

Who swears by Thee shall still rejoice;

Whilst the false Tongue, and lying Voice,

Thou, Lord, shalt silence and destroy.

2. What little Profit can accrue,

And yet what heavy Wrath is due,

O thou perfidious Tongue, to thee?

Thy Sting upon thyself shall turn;

Of lasting Flames that fiercely burn,

The constant Fuel thou shalt be.

3. But O! how wretched is my Doom,

Who am a Sojourner become

In barren Mesech’s desart Soil!

With Kedar’s wicked Tents inclos’d,

To lawless Savages expos’d,

Who live on nought but Theft and Spoil.

4. My hapless Dwelling is with those

Who Peace and Amity oppose,

And Pleasure take in others Harms:

Sweet Peace is all I court and seek;

But when to them of Peace I speak,

They straight cry out, To Arms, To Arms.

2. That so thy wondrous Way

May through the World be known,

Whilst distant Lands their Tribute pay,

And thy Salvation own.

3. Let diff’ring Nations join

To celebrate thy Fame;

Let all the World, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious Name.

4. O let them shout and sing,

Dissolv’d in pious Mirth;

For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,

Shall govern all the Earth.

5. Let diff’ring Nations join

To celebrate thy Fame;

Let all the World, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious Name.

6. Then shall the teeming Ground

A large Increase disclose;

And we with Plenty shall be crown’d,

Which God, our God, bestows.

7. Then God upon our Land

Shall constant Blessings show’r;

And all the World in Awe shall stand

Of his resistless Pow’r.

2. When from the Dead He rais’d his Son,

And call’d Him to the Sky,

He gave our Souls a lively Hope

That they should never die.

3. What tho’ our inbred Sins require

Our Flesh to see the Dust,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,

So all his Followers must.

4. There’s an Inheritance divine

Reserv’d against that Day,

’Tis uncorrupted, undefil’d,

And cannot waste away.

5. Saints by the Pow’r of God are kept,

Till the Salvation come;

We walk by Faith as Strangers here,

Till Christ shall call us home.

2. He shall opposing Nations quell,

And with Success our Battles fight;

Shall fix the Place where we must dwell,

The Pride of Jacob, his Delight.

3. God is gone up, our Lord and King,

With Shouts of Joy, and Trumpets Sound.

To Him repeated Praises sing,

And let the chearful Song go round.

4. Your utmost Skill in Praise be shown,

For Him, who all the World commands;

Who sits upon his righteous Throne,

And spreads his Sway o’er heathen Lands.

5. Our Chiefs, and Tribes, that far from hence

T’adore the God of Abr’am came;

Found Him their constant sure Defence,

How great and glorious is his Name!

2. Should’st thou severely judge,

Who can the Trial bear?

But Thou forgiv’st, lest we despond,

And quite renounce thy Fear.

3. My Soul with Patience waits

For Thee the Living Lord;

My Hopes are on thy Promise built,

Thy never-failing Word.

4. My longing Eyes look out

For the enliv’ning Ray,

More duly than the Morning Watch

To spy the dawning Day.

5. Let Isr’el trust in God,

No Bounds his Mercy knows;

The plenteous Source and Spring from whence

Eternal Succour flows.

6. Whose friendly Streams to us

Supplies in Want convey;

A healing Spring, a Spring to cleanse,

And wash our Guilt away.

2. God on his thirsty Sion-Hill

Some Mercy Drops has thrown,

And solemn Oaths have bound his Love

To show’r Salvation down.

4. Can a kind Woman e’er forget

The Infant of her Womb,

Among a thousand tender Thoughts

Her Suckling have no Room?

3. Why do we then indulge our Fears,

Suspicions and Complaints?

Is He a God, and shall his Grace

Grow weary of his Saints?

5. “Yet,” saith the Lord, “should Nature change

And Mothers Monsters prove,

Sion still dwells upon the Heart,

Of everlasting Love.

6. Deep on the Palms of both my Hands

I have engrav’d her Name;

My Hands shall raise her ruin’d Walls

And build her broken Frame.”

2. Against the Dragon and his Host

The Armies of the Lord prevail:

In vain they rage, in vain they boast,

Their Courage sinks, their Weapons fail.

3. Down to the Earth was Satan thrown,

Down to the Earth his Legions fell;

Then was the Trump of Triumph blown,

And shook the dreadful Deeps of Hell.

4. Now is the Hour of Darkness past,

Christ has assum’d his reigning Pow’r;

Behold the great Accuser cast

Down from the Skies, to rise no more.

5. ’Twas by thy Blood, immortal Lamb,

Thine Armies trod the Tempter down;

’Twas by thy Word and pow’rful Name

They gain’d the Battle and Renown.

6. Rejoice ye Heav’ns; let every Star

Shine with new Glories round the Sky;

Saints, while ye sing the heav’nly War,

Raise your Deliverer’s Name on high

2. “To you, in David’s Town, this Day

is born of David’s Line

The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

and this shall be the Sign.

The heav’nly Babe you there shall find

to human View display’d,

All meanly wrapt in Swathing Bands,

and in a Manger laid.”

3. Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith

appear’d a shining Throng

Of Angels, praising God, and thus

addrest their joyful Song;

“All Glory be to God on High;

and to the Earth be Peace;

Good-will henceforth from Heav’n to Men,

begin and never cease.”

2. Let Elders worship at his Feet,

The Church adore around,

With Vials full of Odours sweet,

With Harps of sweetest Sound.

3. Those are the offer’d Prayers of Saints,

And these the Hymns they raise:

Jesus is kind to our Complaints,

He loves to hear our Praise.

4. Now to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be endless Blessings paid;

Salvation, Glory, Joy remain

For ever on thy Head.

5. Thou hast redeem’d our Souls with Blood,

Hast set the Pris’ners free,

Hast made us Kings and Priests to God,

And we shall reign with Thee.

6. The Worlds of Nature and of Grace

Are put beneath thy Pow’r;

Then shorten these delaying Days.

And bring the promis’d Hour.

2. Have we forgot th’almighty Name

That form’d the Earth and Sea?

And can an all-creating Arm

Grow weary or decay?

3. Treasures of everlasting Might

In our Jehovah dwell;

He gives the Conquest to the weak,

And treads their Foes to Hell.

4. Mere mortal Power shall fade and die,

And youthful Vigour cease,

But we that wait upon the Lord

Shall feel our Strength increase.

5. The Saints shall mount on Eagles Wings,

And taste the promis’d Bliss,

’Till their unwearied Feet arrive

Where perfect Pleasure is.

2. How long shall anxious Thoughts my Soul,

And Grief my Heart oppress?

How long my enemies insult,

And I have no Redress?

3. O, hear! and to my longing Eyes

Restore thy wonted Light;

And suddenly, or I shall sleep

In everlasting Night.

4. Restore me, lest they proudly boast

’Twas their own Strength o’ercame:

Permit not them that vex my Soul,

To triumph in my Shame.

5. Since I have always plac’d my Trust

Beneath thy Mercy’s Wing,

Thy saving Health will come, and then

My Heart with Joy shall spring;

6. Then shall my Song, with Praise inspir’d

To thee, my God, ascend,

Who to thy Servant in Distress,

Such Bounty didst extend.

2. Thy Power hath form’d, thy Wisdom sways,

All Nature with a sovereign Word:

And the bright World of Stars obeys

The Will of their superiour Lord.

3. Mercy and Truth unite in one,

And smiling sit at thy Right-Hand;

Eternal Justice guards thy Throne,

And Vengeance waits thy dread Command.

4. A thousand Seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity;

But who, amongst the Sons of Light.

Pretends Comparison with Thee?

5. Yet there is one of human Frame,

Jesus, array’d in Flesh and Blood,

Thinks it no Robbery to claim

Full Equality with God.

6. Their Glory shines with equal Beams;

Their Essence is for ever one,

Though they are known by different Names,

The Father-God, and God the Son.

7. Then let the Name of Christ, our King,

With equal Honours be ador’d;

His Praise let ev’ry Angel sing,

And all the Nations own him Lord.

2. O then have Mercy on us, Lord,

Thy gracious Aid to us afford:

To us whom cruel Foes oppress,

Grown rich and proud by our Distress.

2. To thee the Voices of the Young,

A Monument of Honour raise;

And Babes with uninstructed Tongue

Declare the Wonders of thy Praise.

3. Thy Pow’r assists their tender Age

To bring proud Rebels to the Ground,

To still the bold Blasphemer’s Rage,

And all their Policies confound.

4. Children amidst thy Temple throng

To see their great Redeemer’s face;

The Son of David is their Song,

And young Hosannas fill the Place.

5. The frowning Scribes and angry Priests

In vain their impious Cavils bring;

Revenge sits silent in their Breasts,

While Jewish Babes proclaim their King.

2. O enter, then his Temple Gate,

Thence to his Courts devoutly press,

And still your grateful Hymns repeat,

And still his Name with Praises bless.

For He’s the Lord supremely good,

His Mercy is for ever sure;

His Truth, which all times firmly stood,

To endless Ages shall endure.

2. Behold, He puts his Trust in none

Of all the Spirits round his Throne;

Their Natures, when compar’d with his,

Are neither holy, just nor wise.

3. But how much meaner Things they are

Who spring from Dust, and dwell in Clay!

Touch’d by the Finger of thy Wrath,

We faint and vanish like the Moth.

4. From Night to Day, from Day to Night,

We die by thousands in thy Sight:

Bury’d in Dust whole Nations lie

Like a forgotten Vanity.

5. Almighty Power, to Thee we bow;

How frail are we! how glorious Thou!

No more the Sons of Earth shall dare

With an Eternal God compare.

2. Confusion on their Heads return,

Who to destroy my Soul combine:

Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,

Ensnar’d in their own vile Design.

3. Their Doom let Desolation be;

With Shame their Malice be repaid,

Who mock’d my Confidence in Thee,

And Sport of my Affliction made:

4. While those, who humbly seek thy Face,

To joyful Triumphs shall be rais’d;

And all, who prize thy saving Grace,

With me shall sing, The Lord be prais’d.

5. Thus wretched though I am, and poor,

The mighty Lord of me takes care:

Thou, God, who only canst restore,

To my Relief with Speed repair.

2. “Princes, this Clay must be your Bed

In spight of all your Tow’rs;

The tall, the wise, the rev’rend Head

Must lie as low as ours.”

3. Great God! is this our certain Doom?

And are we still secure?

Still walking downwards to our Tomb,

And yet prepare no more?

4. Grant us the Pow’rs of quick’ning Grace,

To fit our Souls to fly,

Then, when we drop this dying Flesh,

We’ll rise above the Sky.

2. Wash off my foul Offence,

And cleanse me from my Sin:

For I confess my Crime and see

How great my Guilt has been.

3. Against Thee, Lord, alone,

And only in thy Sight,

Have I transgress’d, and tho’ condemn’d,

Must own thy Judgments right.

4. In Guilt each Part was form’d

Of all this sinful Frame;

In Guilt I was conceiv’d, and born

The Heir of Sin and Shame.

5. Yet Thou, whose searching Eye

Does inward Truth require,

In secret didst with Wisdom’s Laws

My tender Soul inspire.

6. With Hyssop purge me Lord;

And so I clean shall be:

I shall with Snow in Whiteness vie,

When purify’d by Thee.

7. Make me to hear with Joy

Thy kind forgiving Voice;

That so the Bones which Thou hast broke,

May with fresh Strength rejoice.

8. Blot out my crying Sins:

Nor me in Anger view;

Create in me a Heart that’s clean,

An upright Mind renew.

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9. Withdraw not Thou thy Help,

Nor cast me from thy Sight;

Nor let thy Holy Spirit take

Its everlasting Flight.

10. The Joy thy Favour gives,

Let me again obtain;

And thy free Spirit’s firm Support

My fainting Soul sustain.

11. So I thy righteous Ways

To Sinners will impart;

Whilst my Advice shall wicked Men

To thy just Laws convert.

12. My Guilt of Blood remove,

My Saviour and my God;

And my glad Tongue shall loudly tell

Thy righteous Acts abroad.

13. Do Thou unlock my Lips,

With Sorrow clos’d, and Shame:

So shall my Mouth thy wond’rous Praise

To all the World proclaim.

14. Could Sacrifice atone,

Whole Flocks and Herds should die;

But on such Off’rings Thou disdain’st

To cast a gracious Eye.

15. A broken Spirit is

By God most highly priz’d;

By Him a broken contrite Heart

Shall never be despis’d.

16. Let Sion Favour find,

Of thy Good-will assur’d;

And thy own City flourish long,

By lofty Walls secur’d.

17. The Just shall then attend,

And pleasing Tribute pay;

And Sacrifice of choicest Kind,

Upon thy Altar lay.

2. “No Gold, nor purple Swadling Bands,

nor royal shining Things;

A Manger for his Cradle stands,

and holds the King of Kings.

Go, Shepherds, where the Infant lies,

and see his humble Throne;

With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,

go, Shepherds, kiss the Son.”

3. Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around

the heavenly Armies throng,

They tune their Harps to lofty Sound,

and thus conclude the Song:

“Glory to God that reigns above,

let Peace surround the Earth;

Mortals shall know their Maker’s Love,

at their Redeemer’s Birth.”

4. Lord! and shall Angels have their Songs,

and Men no Tunes to raise?

O may we lose these useless Tongues

when they forget to praise!

Glory to God that reigns above,

that pitied us forlorn,

We join to sing our Maker’s Love,

for there’s a Saviour born.

2. Creator of these Orbs of Light,

Kindly protect me in the Night,

Then, in the Morn when I arise,

Accept my grateful Sacrifice.

2. Now for the Love I bear his Name,

What was my Gain I count my Loss;

My former Pride I call my Shame,

And nail my Glory to his Cross.

3. Yes, and I must and will esteem

All Things but Loss for Jesus’ sake:

O may my Soul be found in Him,

And of his Righteousness partake!

4. The best Obedience of my Hands

Dares not appear before thy Throne;

But Faith can answer thy Demands,

By pleading what my Lord has done.

2. True, ’tis a strait and thorny Road,

And mortal Spirits tire and faint,

But they forget the mighty God

That feeds the Strength of ev’ry Saint.

3. The mighty God, whose matchless Pow’r

Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures while endless Years

Their everlasting Circles run.

4. From Thee the overflowing Spring,

Our Souls shall drink a fresh Supply,

While such as trust their native Strength

Shall melt away, and drop, and die.

5. Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air,

We’ll mount aloft to thine Abode,

On Wings of Love our Souls shall fly,

Nor tire amidst the heavenly Road.

2. Thou art my everlasting Trust,

Thy Goodness I adore;

And since I knew thy Graces first

I speak thy Glories more.

3. My Feet shall travel all the Length

Of the celestial Road,

And march with Courage in my Strength

To see my Father-God.

4. When I am fill’d with sore Distress

For some surprizing Sin,

I’ll plead thy perfect Righteousness

And mention none but Thine.

5. How will my Lips rejoice to tell

The Vict’ries of my King!

My Soul redeem’d from Sin and Hell

Shall thy Salvation sing.

6. My Tongue shall all the Day proclaim

My Saviour and my God,

His Death has brought my Foes to Shame,

And drown’d them in his Blood.

7. Awake, awake, my tuneful Pow’rs;

With this delightful Song

I’ll entertain the darkest Hours,

Nor think the Season long.

2. Our Days run thoughtlessly along,

Without a Moment’s Stay,

Just like a Story or a Song,

We pass our Lives away.

3. God from on high invites us Home,

But we march heedless on,

And ever hast’ning to the Tomb,

Stoop downwards as we run.

4. How we deserve the deepest Hell

That slight the Joys above!

What Chains of Vengeance should we feel

That break such Cords of Love!

5. Draw us, O God, with sovereign Grace,

And lift our Thoughts on high,

That we may end this mortal Race,

And see Salvation nigh.

2. A gentler Stream with Gladness still

The City of our Lord shall fill,

The royal Seat of God most high;

God dwells in Sion, whose fair Tow’rs

Shall mock th’Assaults of earthly Pow’rs,

While his almighty Aid is nigh.

3. In Tumults when the Heathen rag’d,

And Kingdoms War against us wag’d,

He thunder’d, and dispers’d their Pow’rs:

The Lord of Hosts conducts our Arms,

Our Tow’r of Refuge in Alarms,

Our Fathers guardian God, and ours.

4. Come see the Wonders He has wrought,

On Earth what Desolation brought;

How He has calm’d the jarring World:

He broke the warlike Spear and Bow;

With them their thund’ring Chariots too

Into devouring Flames were hurl’d.

5. Submit to God’s almighty Sway;

For Him the Heathen shall obey,

And Earth her sov’reign Lord confess:

The God of Hosts conducts our Arms,

Our Tow’r of Refuge in Alarms,

As to our Fathers in Distress.

2. Thou, Lord, beyond Compare art great,

And highly to be prais’d;

Thy Majesty, with boundless Height,

Above our Knowledge rais’d.

3. Renown’d for mighty Acts, thy Fame

To future Times extends;

From Age to Age thy glorious Name

Successively descends.

4. Whilst I thy Glory and Renown,

And wond’rous Works express,

The World with me thy Might shall own

And thy great Pow’r confess.

5. The Praise that to thy Love belongs,

They shall with Joy proclaim;

Thy Truth of all their grateful Songs

Shall be the constant Theme.

6. The Lord is good; fresh Acts of Grace

His Pity still supplies;

His Anger moves with slowest Pace,

His willing Mercy flies.

7. Thy Love thro’ Earth extends is Fame,

To all thy Works exprest;

These shew thy Praise, whilst thy great Name

Is by thy Servants blest.

8. They, with the glorious Prospect fir’d,

Shall of thy Kingdom speak;

And thy great Pow’r, by all admir’d,

Their lofty Subject make.

9. God’s glorious Works of ancient Date,

Shall thus to all be known;

And thus his Kingdom’s royal State,

With publick Splendor shown.

10. His stedfast Throne, from Changes free,

Shall stand for ever fast;

His boundless Sway no End shall see,

But Time itself out-last.

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11. The Lord does them support that fall,

And makes the prostrate rise;

For his kind Aid all Creatures call,

Who timely Food supplies.

12. Whate’er their various Wants require,

With open Hand he gives;

And so fulfils the just Desire

Of ev’ry thing that lives.

13. How holy is the Lord! how just!

How righteous all his Ways!

How nigh to him, who with firm Trust

For his Assistance prays!

14. He grants the full Desire of those

Who Him with Fear adore;

And will their Troubles soon compose,

When they his Aid implore.

15. The Lord preserves all those with Care

Whom grateful Love employs:

But Sinners, who his Vengeance dare,

With furious Rage destroys.

16. My Time to come, in Praises spent,

Shall still advance his Fame,

And all Mankind with one Consent

For ever bléss his Name.

2. Life is the Hour that God has giv’n

To ’scape from Hell, and fly to Heav’n;

The Day of Grace, and Mortals may

Secure the Blessings of the Day.

3. The Living know that they must die,

But all the Dead forgotten lie;

Their Mem’ry and their Sense is gone,

Alike unknowing and unknown.

4. Their Hatred and their Love is lost,

Their Envy buried in the Dust;

They have no Share in all that’s done

Beneath the Circuit of the Sun.

5. Then what Thoughts design to do,

My Hands, with all your Might pursue,

Since no Device, nor Work is found,

Nor Faith, nor Hope, beneath the Ground.

6. There are no Acts of Pardon pass’d

In the cold Grave, to which we haste;

But Darkness, Death, and long Despair,

Reign in eternal Silence there.

2. O! hide me with thy tender Care

In some secure Retreat,

From Sinners that against me rise;

And all their Plots defeat.

3. See how, intent to work my Harm,

They whet their Tongues like Swords;

And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts,

Sharp Lyes and bitter Words.

4. Lurking in private, at the Just

They take their secret Aim;

And suddenly at him they shoot,

Quite void of Fear and Shame.

5. To carry on their ill Designs

They mutually agree;

They speak of laying private Snares,

And think that none shall see.

6. With utmost Diligence and Care

Their wicked Plots they lay;

The deep Designs of all their Hearts

Are only to betray.

7. But God, to Anger justly mov’d,

His dreadful Bow shall bend,

And on his flying Arrow’s Point

Shall swift Destruction send.

8. Those Slanders which their Mouths did vent,

Upon themselves shall fall;

Their Crimes disclos’d shall make them be

Despis’d and shunn’d by all.

9. The World shall then God’s Pow’r confess;

And Nations trembling stand;

Convinc’d, that ’tis the mighty Work

Of his avenging Hand:

10. While righteous Men, by God secur’d,

In Him shall gladly trust;

And all the list’ning Earth shall hear

Loud Triumphs of the Just.

2. He can defend the smallest Isle

By his almighty Hand;

And teach them to defeat the Guile

Of an enslaving Land.

2. Not Time, nor Nature’s narrow Rounds,

Can give his vast Dominion Bounds;

The Heav’ns are far below his Height:

Let no created Greatness dare

With our eternal God compare,

Arm’d with his uncreated Might.

3. He bows his glorious Head to view

What the bright Host of Angels do;

And bends his Care to mortal Things;

His Sov’reign Hand exalts the Poor,

He takes the Needy from the Door,

And makes them Company for Kings.

4. When childless Families despair,

He sends the Blessings of an Heir,

To rescue their expiring Name:

The Mother, with a thankful Voice,

Proclaims his Praises and her Joys:

Let ev’ry Age advance his Fame.

2. Deep are his Counsels and unknown;

But Grace and Truth support his Throne:

Tho’ gloomy Clouds his Way surround,

Justice is their eternal Ground.

3. In Robes of Judgment, lo, he conies,

Shakes the wide Earth, & cleaves the Tombs;

Before him bums devouring Fire,

The Mountains melt, the Seas retire.

4. His Enemies with sore Dismay,

Fly from the Sight, and shun the Day;

Then lift your Heads, ye Saints, on high,

And sing, for your Redemption’s nigh.

2. To Him, whose wond’rous Pow’r

All other Gods obey,

Whom earthly Kings adore,

This grateful Homage pay:

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

3. By his almighty Hand

Amazing Works are wrought;

The Heav’ns by his Command

Were to Perfection brought.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

4. He spread the Ocean round

About the spacious Land;

And made the rising Ground

Above the Waters stand.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

5. Thro’ Heav’n He did display

His num’rous Hosts of Light;

The Sun to rule by Day,

The Moon and Stars by Night.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

6. He struck the first born dead

Of Egypt’s stubborn Land;

And thence his People led

With his resistless Hand.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

7. By Him the raging Sea,

As if in Pieces rent,

Disclos’d a middle Way,

Through which his People went.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

8. Where soon He overthrew

Proud Pharaoh and his Host,

Who daring to pursue,

Were in the Billows lost.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

9. Thro’ Desarts vast and wild

He led the chosen Seed;

And famous Princes foil’d,

And made great Monarchs bleed.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

10. Sihon, whose potent Hand

Great Ammon’s Sceptre sway’d;

And Og, whose stern Command

Rich Bashan’s Land obey’d.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

11. And of his wond’rous Grace,

Their Lands, whom He destroy’d,

He gave to Isr’el’s Race,

To be by them enjoy’d.

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

12. He, in our Depth of Woes,

On us with Favour thought,

And from our cruel Foes

In Peace and Safety brought,

For God [does prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.]

13. He does the Food supply,

On which all Creatures live:

To God who reigns on high

Eternal Praises give.

For God will prove

Our constant Friend,

His boundless Love

Shall never end.

2. For Thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty Soul doth pine:

O! when shall I behold thy Face,

Thou Majesty Divine?

3. Tears are my constant Food, while thus

Insulting Foes upbraid:

“Deluded Wretch! where’s now thy God?

And where his promis’d Aid?”

4. I sigh whene’er my musing Thoughts

Those happy Days present,

When I with Troops of pious Friends

Thy Temple did frequent:

5. When I advanc’d with Songs of Praise,

My solemn Vows to pay;

And led the joyful sacred Throng,

That kept the festal Day.

6. Why restless, why cast down, my Soul?

Trust God; and He’ll employ

His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs

To thankful Hymns of Joy.

7. My Soul’s cast down, O God; but thinks

On Thee and Sion, still;

From Jordan’s Bank, from Hermon’s Heights,

And Missar’s humbler Hill.

8. One Trouble calls another on;

And, bursting o’er my Head,

Fall spouting down, till round my Soul,

A roaring Sea is spread.

9. But when thy Presence, Lord of Life,

Has once dispell’d this Storm,

To Thee I’ll midnight Anthems sing,

And all my Vows perform.

10. God of my Strength, how long shall I,

Like one forgotten mourn,

Forlorn, forsaken, and expos’d

To my Oppressors Scorn?

11. My Heart is pierc’d, as with a Sword,

Whil’st thus my Foes upbraid;

“Vain Boaster, where is now thy God?

And where his promis’d Aid?”

12. Why restless, why cast down, my Soul?

Hope still; and thou shalt sing

The Praise of Him who is thy God,

Thy Health’s eternal Spring.

2. Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

A Hope so much divine

May Trials well endure,

May purge our Souls from Sense and Sin

As Christ the Lord is pure.

3. If in my Father’s Love

I share a filial Part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,

To rest upon my Heart.

We would no longer lie

Like Slaves beneath the Throne:

My Faith shall Abba, Father, cry,

And thou the Kindred own.

2. Thou didst my Steps direct,

When my griev’d Soul despar’d;

For where I thought to walk secure,

They had their Traps prepar’d.

3. I look’d, but found no Friend

To own me in Distress;

All Refuge fail’d, no Man vouchsaf’d

His Pity or Redress.

4. To God at last I pray’d,

Thou, Lord, my Refuge art.

My Portion in the Land of Life,

’Till Life itself depart.

5. Reduc’d to greatest Straits,

To Thee I make my Moan;

O save me from oppressive Foes,

For me too pow’rful grown.

6. That I may praise thy Name,

My Soul from Prison bring;

Whilst of thy kind Regard to me,

Assembled Saints shall sing.

2. Insulting, they my Soul upbraid,

And him whom I adore:

The God in whom he trusts, say they,

Shall rescue him no more.

3. But thou, O Lord, art my Defence;

On thee my Hopes rely:

Thou art my Glory, and shalt yet

Lift up my Head on high.

4. Since whenso’er in like Distress,

To God I made my Prayer,

He heard me from his holy Hill:

Why should I now despair?

5. Guarded by him, I laid me down

My sweet Repose to take;

For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in Safety wake.

6. No Force nor Fury of my Foes,

My Courage shall confound;

Were they as many Hosts as Men,

That have beset me round.

7. Arise, and save me, O my God,

Who oft hast own’d my Cause;

And scatter’d oft these Foes to me,

And to thy righteous Laws.

8. Salvation to the Lord belongs;

He only can defend;

His Blessing he extends to all,

That on his Pow’r depend.

2. ’Tis his almighty Love,

His Counsel and his Care,

Preserves us safe from Sin and Death,

And ev’ry hurtful Snare.

3. He will present our Souls

Unblemish’d and compleat,

Before the Glory of his Face,

With Joys divinely great.

4. Then all the chosen Seed

Shall meet around the Throne,

Shall bless the Conduct of his Grace,

And make his Wonders known.

5. To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and Pow’r belongs,

Immortal Crowns of Majesty,

And everlasting Songs.

2. Thou Moon that rul’st the Night,

And Sun that guid’st the Day,

Ye glitt’ring Stars of Light,

To Him your Homage pay:

His Praise declare,

Ye Heav’ns above,

And Clouds that move

In liquid Air.

3. Let them adore the Lord,

And praise his holy Name,

By whose almighty Word

They all from Nothing came:

And all shall last,

From Changes free:

His firm Decree

Stands ever fast.

4. Let Earth her Tribute pay;

Praise Him ye dreadful Whales,

And Fish that through the Sea

Glide swift with glitt’ring Scales:

Fire, Hail, and Snow,

And misty Air,

And Winds that, where

He bids them, blow.

5. By Hills and Mountains (all

In grateful Consort join’d)

By Cedars stately tall,

And Trees for Fruit design’d:

By ev’ry Beast,

And creeping Thing,

And Fowl of Wing

His Name be blest.

6. Let all of royal Birth,

With those of humbler Frame,

And Judges of the Earth,

His matchless Praise proclaim.

In this Design

Let Youths with Maids,

And hoary Heads

With Children join.

7. United Zeal be shown,

His wond’rous Fame to raise,

Whose glorious Name alone

Deserves our endless Praise.

Earth’s utmost Ends

His Pow’r obey:

His glorious Sway

The Sky transcends.

8. His chosen Saints to grace,

He sets them up on high,

And favours Isr’el’s Race,

Who still to Him are nigh.

O therefore raise

Your grateful Voice,

And still rejoice

The Lord to praise.

2. Bow down thy gracious Ear,

And speedy Succour send:

Do Thou my stedfast Rock appear,

To shelter and defend.

3. Since Thou, when Foes oppress,

My Rock and Fortress art,

To guide me forth from this Distress,

Thy wonted Help impart.

4. Release me from the Snare

Which they have closely laid;

Since I, O God my Strength, repair

To Thee alone for Aid.

5. To Thee, the God of Truth,

My Life, and all that’s mine,

(For Thou preserv’st me from my Youth,)

I willingly resign.

6. All vain Designs I hate,

Of those that trust in Lies:

And still my Soul, in ev’ry State,

To God for Succour flies.

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7. Those Mercies Thou hast shown,

I’ll Chearfully express;

For Thou hast seen my Streights, and known

My Soul in deep Distress.

8. When Keilah’s treach’rous Race

Did all my Strength inclose,

Thou gav’st my Feet a larger Space,

To shun my watchful Foes.

9. Thy Mercy, Lord, display,

And hear my just Complaint;

For both my Soul and Flesh decay,

With Grief and Hunger faint.

10. Sad Thoughts my Life oppress;

My Years are spent in Groans;

My Sins have made my Strength decrease,

And ev’n consum’d my Bones.

11. My Foes my Suff’ring mock’d;

My Neighbours did upbraid;

My Friends, at Sight of me, were shock’d,

And fled, as Men dismay’d.

12. Forsook by all am I,

As dead, and out of Mind;

And like a shatter’d Vessel lie,

Whose Parts can ne’er be join’d.

13. Yet sland’rous Words they speak,

And seem my Pow’r to dread;

Whilst they together Counsel take,

My guiltless Blood to shed.

14. But still my steadfast Trust,

I on thy Help repose:

That Thou, my God, art good and just,

My Soul with Comfort knows.

Part III

15. Whate’er Events betide,

Thy Wisdom times them all:

Then Lord, thy Servant safely hide

From those that seek his Fall.

16. The Brightness of thy Face,

To me, O Lord, disclose;

And, as thy Mercies still increase,

Preserve me from my Foes.

17. Me from Dishonour save,

Who still have call’d on Thee;

Let That, and Silence in the Grave,

The Sinner’s Portion be.

18. Do Thou their Tongues restrain;

Whose Breath in Lies is spent;

Who false Reports, with proud Disdain,

Against the Righteous vent.

19. How great thy Mercies are

To such as fear thy Name;

Which Thou, for those that trust thy Care,

Dost to the World proclaim!

20. Thou keep’st them in thy Sight,

From proud Oppressors free:

From Tongues that do in Strife delight,

They are preserv’d by Thee.

21. With Glory and Renown

God’s Name be ever bless’d;

Whose Love in Keilah’s well-fenc’d Town

Was wond’rously express’d!

22. I said, in hasty Right,

“I’m banish’d from thine Eyes:”

Yet still Thou keptst me in thy Sight

And heardst my earnest Cries.

23. O! all ye Saints, the Lord

With eager Love pursue;

Who to the Just will Help afford,

And give the Proud their Due.

24. Ye that on God rely,

Courageously proceed;

For He will yet your Hearts supply

With Strength in Time of Need.

2. Now make thy Glory known,

Gird on thy dreadful Sword,

And ride in Majesty to spread

The Conquests of thy Word.

3. Strike thro’ thy stubborn Foes,

Or melt their Hearts t’obey,

While Justice, Meekness, Grace and Truth

Attend thy glorious Way.

4. Thy Laws, O God, are right;

Thy Throne shall ever stand;

And thy victor’ous Gospel proves

A Sceptre in thy Hand.

5. Thy Father and thy God,

Hath without Measure shed

His Spirit, like a joyful Oil,

T’anoint thy sacred Head.

6. Behold at thy Right-hand

The Gentile Church is seen,

Like a fair Bride in rich Attire;

And Princes guard the Queen.

7. Fair Bride, receive his Love,

Forget thy Father’s House;

Forsake thy Gods, thy Idol-Gods,

And pay thy Lord thy Vows.

8. O let thy God and King

Thy sweetest Thoughts employ;

Thy Children shall his Honour sing

In Palaces of Joy.

2. The Jews esteem’d Him here

Too mean for their Belief;

Sorrows his chief Acquaintance were,

And his Companion, Grief.

3. They turn’s their Eyes away,

And treated Him with Scorn;

But ’twas their Grief upon Him lay,

Their Sorrows He was borne.

4. ’Twas for the stubborn Jews

And Gentiles then unknown,

The God of Justice pleas’d to bruise

His best-beloved Son.

5. “But I’ll prolong his Days.

And make his Kingdom stand.

My Pleasure (saith the God of Grace)

Shall prosper in his Hand.

6. His joyful Soul shall see

The Purchase of his Pain,

And by his Knowledge justify

The guilty Sons of Men.

7. Ten thousand captive Slaves

Releas’d from Death and Sin,

Shall quit their Prisons and their Graves

And own his Pow’r divine.

8. Heav’n shall advance my Son

To Joys that Earth deny’d;

Who saw the Follies Men had done,

And bore their Sins, and dy’d.”

2. For, as in Adam, all Mankind

Did Guilt and Death derive;

So, by the Righteousness of Christ,

Shall all be made alive.

3. If then ye risen are with Christ,

Seek only how to get

The Things that are above, where Christ

At God’s right Hand is set.

2. When from the Dead He rais’d his Son,

And call’d Him to the Sky,

He gave our Souls a lively Hope

That they should never die.

3. What tho’ our inbred Sins require

Our Flesh to see the Dust,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,

So all his Followers must.

4. There’s an Inheritance divine

Reserv’d against that Day,

’Tis uncorrupted, undefil’d,

And cannot waste away.

5. Saints by the Pow’r of God are kept,

Till the Salvation come;

We walk by Faith as Strangers here,

Till Christ shall call us home.

2. With heav’nly Weapons I have fought

The Battles of the Lord,

Finish’d my Course, and kept the Faith,

And wait the sure Reward.

3. God has laid up in Heav’n for me

A Crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at that great Day

Shall place it on my Head.

4. Nor hath the King of Grace decreed

This Prize for me alone;

But all that love, and long to see

Th’ Appearance of his Son.

5. Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe

From ev’ry ill Design;

And to his heav’nly Kingdom keep

This feeble Soul of mine.

6. God is my everlasting Aid,

And Hell shall rage in vain;

To Him be highest Glory paid,

And endless Praise. Amen.

2. ’Tis no surprizing Thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish World knew not their King,

God’s everlasting Son:

3. Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

4. A Hope so much divine

May Trials well endure,

May purge our Souls from Sense and Sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

5. If in my Father’s Love

I share a filial Part,

Send down thy Spirit like a Dove,

To rest upon my Heart.

6. We would no longer lie

Like Slaves beneath the Throne:

My Faith shall, Abba, Father cry,

And thou the Kindred own.

2. As cheerfully as ’tis by those

Who dwell with Thee on high;

Lord, let thy Bounty Day by Day

Our daily Food supply;

3. As we forgive our Enemies,

Thy Pardon, Lord, we crave;

Into Temptation lead us not,

But us from Evil save.

4. For Kingdom, Pow’r and Glory, all

Belong, O Lord, to Thee;

Thine from Eternity they were,

And thine shall ever be.

2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the Death of Christ my God:

All the vain Things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to his Blood.

3. See from his Head, his Hands, his Feet,

Sorrow and Love flow mingled down!

Did e’er such Love and Sorrow meet?

Or Thorns compose so rich a Crown?

4. His dying Crimson, like a Robe,

Spreads o’er his Body on the Tree;

Then am I dead to all the Globe,

And all the Globe is dead to me.

5. Were the whole Realm of Nature mine,

That were a Present far too small:

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my Soul, my Life, my All.

2. How charming is their Voice!

How sweet the Tidings are!

“Sion behold thy Saviour King,

He reigns and triumphs here.”

3. How happy are our Ears,

That hear this joyful Sound,

Which Kings and Prophets waited for,

And sought but never found!

4. How blessed are our Eyes,

That see this heav’nly Light;

Prophets and Kings desir’d it long,

But dy’d without the Sight!

5. The Watchmen join their Voice,

And tuneful Notes employ;

Jerusalem breaks forth with Songs,

And Desarts learn the Joy.

6. The Lord makes bare his Arm

Thro’ all the Earth abroad;

Let ev’ry Nation now behold

Their Saviour and their God.

2. To Thee all Angels cry aloud,

To Thee the Pow’rs on high,

Both Cherubim and Seraphim

Continually do cry;

3. O holy, holy, holy, Lord,

Whom heav’nly Host obey;

The World is with the Glory fill’d

Of thy majestick Sway.

4. Th’Apostles glorious Company,

And Prophets crown’d with Light,

With all the Martyrs noble Host,

Thy constant Praise recite.

5. The holy Church throughout the World,

O Lord, confesses Thee,

That Thou eternal Father art

Of boundless Majesty:

6. Thy honour’d true and only Son,

And holy Ghost the Spring

Of never-ceasing Joy; O Christ

Of Glory thou art King.

7. The Father’s everlasting Son,

Thou from on high didst come

To save Mankind, and didst not then

Disdain the Virgin’s Womb.

8. And having overcome the Sting

Of Death, Thou open’st wide

The Gates of Heav’n to all, who firm

In thy Belief abide.

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9. Crown’d with the Father’s Glory Thou

At God’s Right-hand do’st sit:

Whence Thou shalt come to be our Judge.

To sentence or acquit.

10. O therefore save thy Servants, Lord,

Whose Souls so dearly cost;

Nor let the Purchase of thy Blood,

Thy precious Blood, be lost.

11. We magnify Thee Day by Day;

And ever worship Thee.

Vouchsafe to keep us, Lord, this Day

From Sin and Danger free.

12. Have Mercy, Mercy, on us, Lord!

To us thy Grace extend,

According as for Mercy we

On Thee alone depend.

13. In Thee I have repos’d my Trust,

And ever shall do so;

Preserve me then from Ruin here,

And from eternal Woe.

2. To thy Tribunal, Lord, I fly,

Thou sov’reign Judge, and God most High,

Who Wonders hast for me begun,

And wilt not leave thy Work undone.

3. From Heav’n protect me by thy Arm,

And shame all those who seek my Harm:

To my Relief thy Mercy send,

And Truth, on which my Hopes depend.

4. For I with savage Men converse,

Like hungry Lions wild and fierce,

With Men whose Teeth are Spears, their Word

Invenom’d Darts, and two-edg’d Swords.

5. Thou, O God, exalted high;

And, as thy Glory fills the Sky,

So let it be on Earth display’d;

Till Thou art here, as there, obey’d.

6. To take me, they their Net prepar’d,

And had almost my Soul ensnar’d;

But fell themselves, by just Decree,

Into the Pit they made for me.

7. O God, my Heart is fix’d, ’tis bent,

It’s thankful Tribute to present;

And, with my Heart, my Voice I’ll raise

To Thee, my God, in Songs of Praise.

8. Awake, my Glory, Harp and Lute,

No longer let your Strings be mute:

And I, my tuneful Part to take,

Will with the early Dawn awake.

9. Thy Praises, Lord, I will resound

To all the list’ning Nations round:

Thy Mercy highest Heav’n transcends;

Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends.

10. Be Thou, O God, exalted high;

And, as thy Glory fills the Sky,

So let it be on Earth display’d;

Till Thou art here, as there, obey’d.

2. Your wicked Hearts and Judgments are

Alike by Malice sway’d;

Your griping Hands, by weighty Bribes,

To Violence betray’d.

3. To Virtue, Strangers from the Womb,

Their Infant Steps went wrong:

They prattled Slander, and in Lyes

Employ’d their lisping Tongue.

4. No Serpent of parch’d Afric’s Breed

Does ranker Poison bear;

The drowsy Adder will as soon

Unlock his sullen Ear.

5. Unmov’d by good Advice, and deaf

As Adders they remain;

From whom the skilful Charmer’s Voice

Can no Attention gain.

6. Defeat, O God, their threat’ning Rage,

And timely break their Pow’r:

Disarm these growing Lions Jaws,

Ere practis’d to devour.

7. Let now their Insolence, at Height,

Like ebbing Tides be spent;

Their shiver’d Darts deceive their Aim,

When they their bow have bent.

8. Like Snails, let them dissolve to Slime;

Like hasty Births become,

Unworthy to behold the Sun,

And dead within the Womb.

9. Ere Thorns can make the Flesh-pots boil,

Tempestuous Wrath shall come

From God, and snatch ’em hence alive

To their eternal Doom.

10. The Righteous shall rejoice to see

Their Crimes such Vengeance meet;

And Saints in Persecutors Blood

Shall dip their harmless Feet.

11. Transgressors then with Grief shall see

Just Men Rewards obtain;

And own a God, whose Justice will

The guilty Earth arraign.

2. For Seas of Troubles me invade,

My Soul draws night to Death’s cold Shade.

Like one whose Strength and Hopes are fled.

They number me among the Dead.

3. Like those, who shrouded in the Grave,

From Thee no more Remembrance have;

Cast off from thy sustaining Care,

Down to the Confines of Despair.

4. Thy Wrath has hard upon me lain,

Afflicting me with restless Pain:

Me all thy mountain Waves have prest,

Too weak, alas! to bear the least.

5. Remov’d from Friends I sigh alone,

In a loath’d Dungeon laid, where none

A Visit will vouchsafe to me,

Confin’d, past Hopes of Liberty.

6. My Eyes from weeping never cease,

They waste, but still my Griefs increase;

Yet daily, Lord, to Thee I’ve pray’d,

With out-stretch’d Hands invok’d thy Aid.

7. Wilt Thou by Miracle revive

The Dead, whom Thou forsook’st alive?

From Death restore thy Praise to sing,

Whom Thou from Prison would’st not bring?

8. Shall the mute Grave thy Love confess?

A mould’ring Tomb thy Faithfulness?

Thy Truth and Pow’r Renown obtain,

Where Darkness and Oblivion reign?

9. To Thee, O Lord, I cry, forlorn;

My Pray’r prevents the early Morn.

Why hast Thou, Lord, my Soul forsook,

Nor once vouchsaf’d a gracious Look?

10. Prevailing Sorrows bear me down,

Which from my Youth with me have grown;

Thy Terrors past distract my Mind,

And Fears of blacker Days behind.

11. Thy Wrath hast burst upon my Head,

Thy Terrors fill my Soul with Dread;

Environ’d as with Waves combin’d,

And for a gen’ral Deluge join’d.

12. My Lovers, Friends, Familiars, all

Remov’d from Sight, and out of Call;

To dark Oblivion all retir’d,

Dead, or at least to me expir’d.

2. How great his pow’r is, none can tell,

Nor think how large his grace;

Not men below, nor saints that dwell

On high, before his face.

3. Not angels that stand round the Lord

Can search his secret will;

But they perform his heav’nly word.

And sing his praises still.

4. Then let me join this holy train,

And my first off’rings bring;

Th’eternal God will not disdain

To hear an infant sing.

5. My heart resolves, my tongue obeys

And angels shall rejoice,

To hear their mighty Maker’s praise

Sound from a feeble voice.

2. Should’st thou severely judge,

Who can the Trial bear?

But Thou forgiv’st, lest we despond,

And quite renounce thy Fear.

3. My Soul with Patience waits

For Thee the living Lord;

My Hopes are on thy Promise built,

Thy never-failing Word.

4. My longing Eyes look out

For the enliv’ning Ray,

More duly than the Morning Watch

To spy the dawning Day.

5. Let Isr’el trust in God,

No Bounds his Mercy knows;

The plenteous Source and Spring from whence

Eternal Succour flows.

6. Whose friendly Streams to us

Supplies in Want convey;

A healing Spring, a Spring to cleanse,

And wash our Guilt away.

2. With infant Innocence, thou know’st

I have my self demean’d;

Compos’d to quiet, like a Babe

That from the Breast is wean’d.

3. Like me, let Isr’el hope in God,

His Aid alone implore;

Both now and ever trust in Him,

Who lives for evermore.

2. Thy shining Grace can cheer

This Dungeon where I dwell;

’Tis Paradise when thou art here;

If thou depart, ’tis Hell.

3. The Smilings of thy Face,

How amiable they are!

’Tis Heav’n to rest in thine Embrace;

And no where else but there.

4. To thee, and thee alone,

The Angels owe their Bliss;

They sit around thy gracious Throne,

And dwell where Jesus is.

5. Not all the Harps above

Can make a heav’nly Place,

If God his Residence remove,

Or but conceal his Face.

6. Nor Earth, nor all the Sky,

Can one Delight afford;

No, not a Drop of real Joy,

Without thy Presence, Lord.

7. Thou art the Sea of Love,

Where all my Pleasures roll:

The Circle where my Passions move,

And Centre of my Soul.

8. To thee my Spirits fly

With infinite Desire:

And yet, how far from thee I lie,

Dear Jesus, raise me high’r.

2. Praise Him all ye that in his House,

Attend with constant Care;

With those that to his outmost Courts

With humble Zeal repair.

3. For this our truest Int’rest is,

Glad Hymns of Praise to sing;

And with loud Songs to bless his Name,

A most delightful Thing.

4. For God his own peculiar Choice

The Sons of Jacob makes;

And Isr’el’s Offspring for his own

Most valu’d Treasure takes.

5. That God is great, we often have

By glad Experience found;

And seen how He with wond’rous Pow’r

Above all Gods is crown’d.

6. For He with unresisted Strength

Performs his sov’reign Will;

In Heav’n and Earth, and watry Stores

That Earth’s deep Caverns fill.

7. He raises Vapours from the Ground,

Which poiz’d in liquid Air,

Fall down at last in Show’rs thro’ which

His dreadful Lightnings glare:

8. He from his Store-house brings the Winds;

And He with vengeful Hand,

The first-born slew of Man and Beast,

Thro’ Egypt’s mourning Land.

9. He dreadful Signs and Wonders shew’d

Thro’ stubborn Egypt’s Coasts,

Nor Pharaoh could his Plagues escape,

Nor all his num’rous Hosts.

10. ’Twas He that various Nations smote,

And mighty Kings suppress’d;

Sihon and Og and all besides,

Who Canaan’s Land possess’d.

11. Their Land upon his chosen Race

He firmly did entail;

For which his Fame shall always last,

His Praise shall never fail.

12. For God shall soon his People’s Cause

With pitying Eyes survey;

Repent Him of his Wrath, and turn

His kindled Rage away.

13. Those Idols, whose false Worship spreads

O’er all the Heathen Lands,

Are made of Silver and of Gold,

The Work of human Hands.

14. They move not their fictitious Tongues,

Nor see with polish’d Eyes;

Their counterfeited Ears are deaf,

No Breath their Mouth supplies.

15. As senseless as themselves are they,

That all their Skill apply

To make them, or in dang’rous Times

On them for Aid rely.

16. Their just Returns of Thanks to God,

Let grateful Isr’el pay:

Nor let the Priests of Aaron’s Race

To bless the Lord delay.

17. Their Sense of his unbounded Love

Let Levi’s House express;

And let all those that fear the Lord

His Name for ever bless.

18. Let all with Thanks his wond’rous Works

In Sion’s Courts proclaim;

Let them in Salem, where He dwells,

Exalt this holy Name.

2. Almighty Vengeance, how it burns!

How bright his Fury glows!

Vast Magazines of Plagues and Storms

Lie treasur’d for his Foes.

3. Those Heaps of Wrath by slow Degrees

Are forc’d into a Flame,

But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze!

And rend all Nature’s Frame.

4. At his Approach the Mountains flee

And seek a watry Grave;

The frighted Sea makes Haste away.

And shrinks up ev’ry Wave.

5. Through the wide Air the weighty Rocks,

Are swift as Hail-stones hurl’d:

Who dares engage his fiery Rage,

That shakes the solid World?

6. Yet, mighty God, thy sov’reign Grace,

Sits Regent on the Throne,

The Refuge of thy chosen Race

When Wrath comes rushing down.

7. Thy Hand shall on rebellious Kings

A fiery Tempest pour,

While we beneath thy shelt’ring Wings

Thy just Revenge adore.

2. Which, till this Time, thy favour’d Saints,

And Prophets, only knew,

Long since prepar’d but now set forth

In all the People’s View.

3. A Light to shew the heathen World

The Way to saving Grace:

But O! the Light and Glory both

Of Isr’el’s chosen Race.

2. Such was the Pity of our God,

He lov’d the Race of Man so well,

He sent his Son to bear our Load

Of Sins, and save our Souls from Hell.

3. Sinners, believe the Saviour’s Word,

Trust in his mighty Name, and live;

A thousand Joys his lips afford,

His Hands a thousand Blessings give.

4. But Vengeance and Damnation lyes

On Rebels who refuse the Grace;

Who God’s eternal Son despise,

The hottest Hell shall be their Place.

2. True Love is like that precious Oil

Which, pour’d on Aaron’s Head,

Ran down his Beard, and o’er his Robes

Its costly Moisture shed.

3. ’Tis like refreshing Dew, which does

On Hermon’s Top distill;

Or like the early Drops, that fall

On Sion’s fruitful Hill.

4. For God to all, whose friendly Hearts

With mutual Love abound,

Has firmly promis’d Length of Days

With constant Blessings crown’d.

2. O! lodge me safe beyond the Reach

Of persecuting Pow’r,

Thou, who so oft from spiteful Foes

Hast been my shelt’ring Tow’r.

3. So shall I in thy sacred Courts

Secure from Danger lie;

Beneath the Covert of thy Wings,

All future Storms defy.

4. In Sign my Vows are heard, once more

I o’er thy Chosen reign:

O! bless with long and prosp’rous Life

The King Thou didst ordain.

5. Confirm his Throne and make his Reign

Accepted in thy Sight;

And let thy Truth and Mercy both

In his Defence unite.

6. So shall I ever sing thy Praise,

Thy Name for ever bless;

Devote my prosp’rous Days to pay

The Vows of my Distress.

2. How dare ye then unjustly judge,

Or be to Sinners kind?

Defend the Orphans, and the Poor:

Let such your Justice find.

3. Protect the humble helpless Man,

Reduc’d to deep Distress,

And let not him become a Prey

To such as would oppress.

4. They neither know, nor will they learn,

But blindly rove and stray:

Justice and Truth, the World’s Support,

Thro’ all the Land decay.

5. Well then might God in Anger say,

“I’ve call’d you by my Name:

I’ve said y’are Gods, the Sons and Heirs

Of my immortal Fame;

6. But ne’ertheless your unjust Deeds

To strict Account I’ll call:

You all shall die like common Men,

Like other Tyrants fall.”

7. Arise, and thy just Judgments, Lord,

Throughout the Earth display;

And all the Nations of the World

Shall own thy righteous Sway.

2. That so thy wond’rous Way

May through the World be known,

While distant Lands their Tribute pay,

And thy Salvation own.

3. Let diff’ring Nations join

To celebrate thy Fame;

Let all the World, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious Name.

4. O let them shout and sing,

Dissolv’d in pious Mirth;

For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,

Shalt govern all the Earth.

5. Let diff’ring Nations join

To celebrate thy Fame;

Let all the World, O Lord, combine

To praise thy glorious Name.

6. Then shall the teeming Ground

A large Increase disclose;

And we with Plenty shall be crown’d,

Which God, our God, bestows.

7. Then God upon our Land

Shall constant Blessings show’r;

And all the World in Awe shall stand

Of His resistless Pow’r.

2. ’Tis his almighty Love,

His Counsel and his Care,

Preserves us safe from Sin and Death,

And ev’ry hurtful Snare.

3. He will present our Souls

Unblemish’d and compleat,

Before the Glory of his Face,

With Joys divinely great.

4. Then all the chosen Seed

Shall meet around the Throne,

Shall bless the Conduct of his Grace,

And make his Wonders known.

5. To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and Pow’r belongs,

Immortal Crowns of Majesty,

And everlasting Songs.

2. Forbid it, mighty God,

Nor let it e’er be said,

That we whose Sins are crucify’d,

Should raise them from the Dead.

3. We will be Slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free,

Has nail’d our Tyrants to his Cross,

And bought our Liberty.

2. His House, the Seat of Wealth, shall be

An inexhausted Treasury;

His Justice, free from all Decay,

Shall Blessings to his Heirs convey.

3. The Soul that’s fill’d with Virtue’s Light,

Shines brightest in Affliction’s Night:

To Pity the Distress’d inclin’d,

As well as just to all Mankind.

4. His lib’ral Favours he extends,

To some he gives, to others lends:

Yet what his Charity impairs,

He saves by Prudence in Affairs.

5. Beset with threatning Dangers round,

Unmov’d shall he maintain his Ground;

The sweet Remembrance of the Just

Shall flourish when he sleeps in Dust.

6. Ill Tidings never can surprize

His Heart, that fix’d on God relies:

On Safety’s Rock he sits, and sees

The Shipwreck of his Enemies.

7. His Hands, while they his Alms bestow’d,

His Glory’s future Harvest sow’d,

Whence he shall reap Wealth, Fame, Renown,

A temp’ral and eternal Crown.

8. The Wicked shall his Triumph see,

And gnash their Teeth in Agony;

While their unrighteous Hopes decay,

And vanish with themselves away.

2. On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,

Let none for Aid rely:

They cannot save in dang’rous Times,

Nor timely Help apply.

3. Depriv’d of Breath, to Dust they turn,

And there neglected lie,

And all their Thoughts and vain Designs

Together with them die.

4. Then happy he, who Jacob’s God

For his Protector takes;

Who still, with well-plac’d Hope, the Lord

His constant Refuge makes;

5. The Lord, who made both Heav’n and Earth,

And all that they contain,

Will never quit his stedfast Truth,

Nor make his Promise vain.

6. The Poor opprest, from all their Wrongs

Are eas’d by his Decree;

He gives the Hungry needful Food,

And sets the Pris’ners free.

7. By Him the Blind receive their Sight,

The Weak and Fall’n He rears:

With kind Regard and tender Love

He for the Righteous cares.

8. The Strangers He preserves from Harm,

The Orphan kindly treats,

Defends the Widow, and the Wiles

Of wicked Men defeats.

9. The God, that does in Sion dwell,

Is our eternal King:

From Age to Age his Reign endures,

Let all his Praises Sing.

2. ’Twas He that cleans’d our foulest Sins,

And wash’d us in his richest Blood;

’Tis He that makes us Priests and Kings,

And brings us Rebels near to God.

3. To Jesus our atoning Priest,

To Jesus our superior King,

Be everlasting Power confest,

And ev’ry Tongue his Glory sing.

4. Behold, on flying Clouds He comes,

And ev’ry Eye shall see Him move;

Tho’ with our Sins we pierc’d Him once,

Then He displays his pardoning Love.

5. The unbelieving World shall wail

While we rejoice to see the Day:

Come Lord; nor let thy Promise fail,

Nor let thy Chariots long delay.

2. Our Harps, then when with Joy we sung,

Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear,

With silent Strings neglected hung

On Willow-trees that wither’d there.

3. Mean while our Foes, who all conspir’d

To triumph in our slavish Wrongs,

Musick and Mirth of us requir’d,

“Come, sing us one of Sion’s Songs.”

4. How shall we tune our Voice to sing?

Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands?

Shall Hymns of Joy to God our King

Be sung by Slaves in foreign Lands?

5. O Salem, our once happy Seat!

When I of thee forgetful prove,

Then let my trembling Hand forget

The speaking String with Art to move.

6. If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal Silence seize my Tongue;

Or if I sing one chearful Air,

Till thy Deliv’rance is my Song!

7. Remember, Lord, how Edom’s Race,

In thy own City’s fatal Day,

Cry’d out, “Her stately Walls deface,

And with the Ground quite level lay.”

8. Proud Babel’s Daughter, doom’d to be

Of Grief and Woe the wretched Prey,

Bless’d is the Man, who shall to thee

The Wrongs thou laid’st on us, repay.

9. Thrice bless’d, who with just Rage possest,

And deaf to all the Parents Moans,

Shall snatch thy Infants from the Breast,

And dash their Heads against the Stones.

2. The Scribe and angry Priest

Reject thine only Son;

Yet on this Rock shall Zion rest,

As the chief Comer-Stone.

3. The Work, O Lord, is thine,

And wondrous in our Eyes:

This Day declares it all divine,

This Day did Jesus rise.

4. This is the glorious Day

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice and sing and pray,

Let all the Church be glad.

5. Hosanna to the King

Of David’s royal Blood;

Bless him, ye Saints; he comes to bring

Salvation from your God.

6. We bless thine holy Word,

Which all this Grace displays;

And offer on thine Altar, Lord,

Our Sacrifice of Praise.

2. Ten thousand Dangers lurk around

To bear them to the Tomb;

Each in an Hour may plunge them down,

Where Hope can never come.

3. Reduce, O Lord, their wand’ring Minds,

Amus’d with airy Dreams,

That heav’nly Wisdom may dispel,

Their visionary Schemes.

4. With holy Caution may they walk,

And be thy Word their Guide;

Till each, the Desart safely pass’d,

On Zion’s Hill abide.

2. Who shall adjudge the Saints to Hell?

’Tis Christ that suffer’d in their Stead,

And the Salvation to fulfil

Behold Him rising from the Dead.

3. He lives! He lives! and sits above

For ever interceding there;

Who shall divide us from his Love,

Or what shall tempt us to despair?

4. Shall Persecution, or Distress,

Famine, or Sword, or Nakedness?

He that hath lov’d us bears us thro’,

And makes us more than Conqu’rors too.

5. Faith hath an over-coming Power

It triumphs in the dying Hour;

Christ is our Life, our Joy, our Hope,

Nor can we sink with such a Prop.

6. Not all that Men on Earth can do,

Nor Pow’rs on high, nor Pow’rs below,

Shall cause his Mercy to remove,

Or wean our Hearts from Christ our Love.

〈 2. The present Moments just appear,

Then slide away in haste,

That we can never say, “They’re here:”

But only say, “They’re past.”

3. Our Life is ever on the Wing,

And Death is ever nigh:

The Moment when our Lives begin,

We all begin to die.〉

4. Yet, mighty God! our fleeting Days

Thy lasting Favours share,

Yet with the Bounties of thy Grace

Thou load’st the rolling Year.

5. ’Tis sov’reign Mercy finds us Food,

And we are cloth’d with Love:

While Grace stands pointing out the Road,

That leads our Souls above.

6. His Goodness runs an endless Round;

All Glory to the Lord!

His Mercy never knows a Bound;

And be his Name ador’d!

7. Thus we begin the lasting Song;

And when we close our Eyes,

Let the next Age thy Praise prolong,

Till Time and Nature dies.

2. The Father’s Love shall run

Thro’ our immortal Songs;

We bring to God the Son

Hosannas on our Tongues:

Our Lips address

The Spirit’s Name

With equal Praise,

And Zeal the same.

3. Let ev’ry Saint above

And Angel round the Throne,

Forever bless and love

The sacred Three in One:

Thus Heav’n shall raise

His Honours high,

When Earth and Time

Grow old and die.

2. ’Tis by thine Aid our Troops prevail,

And break united Pow’rs,

Or burn their boasted Fleets, or scale

The proudest of their Tow’rs.

3. How have we chas’d them thro’ the Field,

And trod them to the Ground,

While thy Salvation was our Shield,

But they no Shelter found!

4. In Vain to Idol-Saints they cry,

And perish in their Blood:

Where is a Rock so great, so high,

So pow’rful as our God!

5. The Rock of Isr’el ever lives,

His Name be ever blest;

’Tis his own Arm the Vict’ry gives,

And gives his People Rest.

6. On Kings that reign as David did,

He pours his Blessings down;

Secures their Honours to their Seed,

And well supports their Crown.

2. The Thunder mutters forth thy Praise,

The Fire and Hail fulfill thy Word;

The stormy Winds their Tempest raise

To thee, their only sov’reign Lord.

2. How surely stablish’d is thy Throne!

Which shall no Change or Period see;

For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone

Art God from all Eternity.

3. The Floods, O Lord, lift up their Voice,

And toss the troubled Waves on high;

But God above can still their Noise,

And make the angry Sea comply.

4. Thy Promise, Lord, is ever sure,

And they, that in thy House would dwell,

That happy Station to secure,

Must still in Holiness excel.

2. Thine antient Family, the Jews,

Were first invited to the Feast:

We humbly take what they refuse,

And Gentiles thy Salvation taste.

3. We are the Poor, the Blind, the Lame,

And Help was far, and Death was nigh!

But, at the Gospel Call, we came,

And ev’ry Want receiv’d Supply.

4. From the Highway that leads to Hell,

From Paths of Darkness and Despair,

Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,

Glad to enjoy thy Presence here.

5. What shall we pay th’Eternal Son,

That left the Heav’n of his Abode,

And to this wretched Earth came down,

To bring us Wand’rers back to God!

6. It cost him Death, to save our Lives;

To buy our Souls, it cost his own;

And all the unknown Joys he gives,

Were bought with Agonies unknown.

7. Our everlasting Love is due

To him that ransom’d Sinners lost;

And pity’d Rebels when he knew

The vast Expense his Love would cost.

2. This is the Spouse of Christ our God,

Bought with the Treasures of his Blood:

And her Request, and her Complaint,

Is but the Voice of ev’ry Saint.

3. “O let my Name engraven stand,

Both on thy Heart and on thy Hand:

Seal me upon thine Arm, and wear

That Pledge of Love for ever there.

4. Stronger than Death thy Love is known,

Which Floods of Wrath could never drown;

And Hell and Earth in vain combine

To quench a Fire so much divine.

5. But I am jealous of my Heart,

Lest it should once from Thee depart;

Then let thy Name be well impress’d,

As a fair Signet on my Breast.

6. ’Till Thou hast brought me to thy Home,

Where Fears and Doubts can never come,

Thy Count’nance let me often see,

And often Thou shalt hear from me.

7. Come, my Beloved, haste away,

Cut short the Hours of thy Delay.

Fly like a youthful Hart or Roe

Over the Hills where Spices grow.”

2. God thro’ the World extends his Sway:

The Regions of eternal Day,

But Shadows of his Glory are.

To Him, whose Majesty excels,

Who made the Heav’n in which He dwells,

Let no created Pow’r compare.

3. Though ’tis beneath his State to view

In highest Heav’n what Angels do,

Yet he to Death vouchsafes his Care:

He takes the Needy from his Cell,

Advancing him in Courts to dwell,

Companion to the greatest there.

4. When childless Families despair,

He sends the Blessings of an Heir,

To rescue their expiring Name:

Makes her that barren was, to bear,

And joyfully her Fruit to rear.

O then extol his matchless Fame!

2. In tender Grass He makes me feed,

And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool Shades, and where

Refreshing Water flows.

3. He does my wand’ring Soul reclaim,

And, to his endless Praise,

Instruct with humble Zeal to walk

In his most righteous Ways.

4. I pass the gloomy Vale of Death,

From Fear and Danger free;

For there his aiding Rod and Staff

Defend and comfort me.

5. In Presence of my spiteful Foes,

He does my Table spread;

He crowns my Cup with chearful Wine,

With Oil anoints my Head.

6. Since God doth thus his wond’rous Love

Through all my Life extend,

That Life to Him I will devote

And in his Temple spend.

2. O praise the Lord with one Consent,

And in this grand Design,

Let Britain and her Colonies

Unanimously join.

2. ’Tis he, whose ev’ry Thought and Deed

By Rules of Virtue moves;

Whose gen’rous Tongue disdains to speak

The Thing his Heart disproves.

3. Who never did a Slander forge,

His Neighbour’s Fame to wound;

Nor hearken to a false Report,

By Malice whisper’d round.

4. Who Vice in all it’s Pomp and Pow’r,

Can treat with just Neglect;

And Piety, tho’ cloath’d in Rags,

Religiously respect.

5. Who to his plighted Vows and Trust

Has ever firmly stood;

And tho’ he promised to his Loss,

He makes his Promise good.

6. Whose Soul in Usury disdains

His Treasure to employ;

Who no Rewards can ever bribe,

The Guiltless to destroy.

7. The Man, who by this steady Course

Has Happiness ensur’d,

When Earth’s Foundation shakes, shall stand,

By Providence secur’d.

2. “They shall find Rest that learn of me;

I’m of a meek and lowly Mind;

But Passion rages like the Sea,

And Pride is restless as the Wind.

3. Bless’d is the Man whose Shoulders take

My Yoke, and bear it with Delight;

My Yoke is easy to his Neck,

My Grace shall make the Burden light.”

4. Jesus, we come at thy Command,

With Faith and Hope, and humble Zeal,

Resign our Spirits to thy Hand,

To mould and guide us at thy Will.

2. “Worthy the Lamb that dy’d,” they cry,

“To be exalted thus;”

“Worthy the Lamb,” our Lips reply,

“For He was slain for us.”

3. Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and Power divine;

And Blessings more than we can give,

Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the Sky,

And Air, and Earth, and Seas,

Conspire to lift thy Glories high,

And speak thine endless Praise.

5. The whole Creation join in one,

To bless the sacred Name

Of Him that sits upon the Throne,

And to adore the Lamb.

2. Ere, trembling, on the Breast I hung,

He call’d; and I from Nothing sprung:

And thro’ the Perils of each Hour,

He still preserves my Life secure.

3. For me His only Son He sent,

For me the Saviour under-went

The Cross, the Agonies, the Shame;

—For ever will I bless His Name.

4. And tho’ I Sin and grieve Him still,

His Mercy spares my Soul from Hell,

Those gloomy Regions of Despair,

For Devils to torment me there.

5. If I’ll obey His gentle Voice

His Heav’n He offers to my Choice,

My Tongue His Mercies shall record

And all my Actions praise the Lord.

2. Hail, King of Terrors, wellcome Death,

Thou’rt pleasing to mine Eye,

In Spite of thee I shall arise,

Above th’ether’al Sky.

2. Of his Deliv’rance I will boast,

Till all that are distrest,

From my Example Comfort take,

And charm their Griefs to Rest.

3. O! magnify the Lord with me,

With me exalt His Name:

When in Distress to Him I call’d,

He to my rescue came.

4. Their drooping Hearts were soon refresh’d,

Who look’d to Him for Aid:

Desir’d Success in ev’ry Face

A chearful Air display’d:

5. “Behold (they say), behold the man

Whom Providence reliev’d;

So dang’rously with Woes beset,

So wond’rously retriev’d.”

6. The Hosts of God encamp around

The Dwellings of the Just;

Deliv’rance He affords to all

Who on his Succour trust.

7. O! make but Trial of his Love,

Experience will decide

How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his Truth confide.

8. Fear him, ye Saints; and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;

Make you His service your Delight;

He’ll make your Wants his Care.

9. While hungry Lions lack their Prey,

The Lord will Food provide

For such as put their Trust in him,

And see their Needs supply’d.

Part II

10. Approach, ye piously dispos’d,

And my Instruction hear;

I’ll teach you the true Discipline

Of His religious Fear.

11. Let Him, who Length of Life desires,

And prosp’rous Days would see,

From sland’ring Language keep his Tongue,

His Lips from Falsehood free;

12. The crooked Path of Vice decline,

And Virtue’s Way pursue;

Establish Peace where ’tis begun;

And where ’tis lost, renew.

13. The Lord from Heav’n beholds the Just

With favourable Eyes;

And, when distress’d, His gracious Ear

Is open to their Cries:

14. But turns His wrathful Look on those,

Whom Mercy can’t reclaim,

To cut them off, and from the Earth

Blot out their hated Name.

15. Deliv’rance to His Saints He gives,

When His Relief they crave:

He’s nigh to heal the broken Heart,

And contrite Spirit save.

16. The Wicked oft, but still in vain,

Against the Just conspire;

For, under their Affiction’s Weight,

He keeps their Bones intire.

17. The Wicked, from their wicked Arts,

Their Ruin shall derive;

Whilst righteous Men, whom they detest,

Shall them and theirs survive.

18. For God preserves the Souls of those

Who on His Truth depend:

To them, and their Posterity,

His Blessings shall descend.

2. How the poor Sailors stand amaz’d and tremble!

While the hoarse Thunder, like a bloody Trumpet,

Roars a loud Onset to the gaping Waters

Quick to devour them.

3. Such shall the Noise be, and the wild Disorder,

(If Things Eternal may be like these Earthly)

Such the dire Terror when the great Archangel

Shakes the Creation;

4. Tears the strong Pillars of the Vault of Heaven,

Breaks up old Marble, the Repose of Princes;

See the Graves open, and the Bones arising,

Flames all around ’em!

5. Hark, the shrill Outcries of the guilty Wretches!

Lively bright Horror, and amazing Anguish,

Stare thro’ their Eye-lids, while the living Worm lies

Gnawing within them.

6. Thoughts, like old Vultures, prey upon their Heart-Strings,

And the Smart twinges, when the Eye beholds the

Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of Vengeance

Rolling afore him.

7. Hopeless Immortals! how they scream and shiver

While Devils push them to the Pit wide-yawning

Hideous and gloomy to receive them headlong

Down to the Centre.

8. Stop here, my Fancy: (all away ye horrid

Doleful Ideas,) come, arise to Jesus

How he sits God-like! and the Saints around him

Thron’d, yet adoring!

9. O may I sit there when he comes Triumphant,

Dooming the Nations! then ascend to Glory,

While our Hosannas all along the Passage

Shout the Redeemer.