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The fields provide me food, and shew
The goodness of the Lord ;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.
Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy'd
And hence my hopes arise.
Lord, make me understand thy law ;
Shew what my faults have been ;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my fin.
Here would I learn how Christ has dy'd
To save my soul from hell:
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heav'nly wonders tell.
Then let me love
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.
HY MN VIII.
On the SABBATH.
ORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows
Accept, as grateful sacrifice,
The songs which from thy servants risc.
Thine early Sabbaths, LORD, we love
But there's a nobler rest above:
To that our lab'ring fouls aspire
With ardent pangs of strong desire,
No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor fin nor hell shall reach the place ;
No groans to mingle with the fongs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes :
No cares to break the long repose ;
No midnight shade, no clouded Sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon,
O long expected day! begin ;
Dawn on these realms of woe and fin:
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.
Η Υ Μ Ν ΙΧ.
On the SACRAMENT.
Y God, and is thy table spread ?
And does thy cup with love o'erflow!
Thither be all thy children led,
And let them all thy sweetness know. Hail sacred feast, which Jesus makes !
Rich banquet of his Alesh and blood ! Thrice happy he, who here partakes
That facred stream, that heav'nly food,
Why are its dainties all in vain
Before unwilling hearts display'd ?
Was not for you the victim slain?
forbid the children's bread ?' O let thy table honour'd be,
And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each foul salvation fee,
That here its facred pledges tastes.
Let crouds approach with hearts prepard ;
With hearts inflam'd let all attend :
Nor, when we leave our father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end. Revive thy dying churches, LORD,
And bid our drooping graces live, And more that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.
Oh for a long of ardent praise
To bear our souls above !
What should allay our lively hope,
Or damp our flaming love?
Draw us, O Lord, with quick’ning grace,
And bring us yet more near ;
Here we may see thy glories shine,
And taste thy mercies here.
O may that love which spread thy board,
Dispose us for the feast;
May faith behold a smiling God
Thro' Jefu's bleeding breast,
Fir'd with the view, our souls shall rise
In such a scene as this,
And view the happy moment near,
That shall complete our bliss.
Η Υ Μ Ν ΧΙ. .
'IGH let us (well our tuneful notes,
For angels no such love have known
T'awake a chearful song.
Good will to finful men is shewn,
And peace on earth is given ;
For lo ! the incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.
Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;
Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
Now such a child is born.
GLORY to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid ;
His glory by our lips proclaim’d,
And by our lives display'd.
When shall we reach those blissful realms
Where CHRIST exalted reigns ;
And learn of the celestial choir,
Their own immortal strains ?
On the NEW YEAR.
OD of my life, thy constant care
With blessings crowns the op'ning year,
This guilty life dost thou prolong,
And wake anew mine annual song.
How many precious souls are fed
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since from this day the changing sun
Thro' his last yearly period run.
We yet survive ; but who can say,
Or thro' the year, or month, or day,
" I will retain this vital breath ;
“ Thus far at least, in league with death."
That breath is thine, eternal God
; 'Tis thine to fix
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
To thee our spirits we resign ;
Make them and own them ftill as thine ;
So shall they smile secure from fear,
Tho' death should blast the rising year.
Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore,
Where years and death are known no more.
H Y M N XIII.
On the PASSION.
ROM whence these dire portents around,
That earth and heav'n amaze ?
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the fun his
rays Not thus did Sinal's trembling head
With sacred horror nod, Beneath the dark påvilion spread
Of the descending God !
Thou earth, thy lowest centre shake;
With Jesu sympathize
Thou sun, as hell's deep gloom be black,
'Tis thy Creator dies!
What tongue the tortures can declare
Of this vindictive hour?
Wrath he alone had will to share,
As he alone had pow'r !
See, streaming from the fatal tree,
His all-atoning blood !
Is this the infinite ?-'Tis He !
My Saviour and my God!
11.! For me these pangs his soul affail, visu.
For me the death is borne !
My fin gave sharpness to the nail
And pointed ev'ry thorn.
Let sin no more my soul enslave ;
Break, Lord, the tyrant's chains
Oh save me, whom thou cam'ft to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain !
ESUS Christ is risen to day; Hallelujah
Our triumphant holyday ; Who did once upon the cross, Suffer to redeem our loss.
Hymns of praise then let us fing
Unto Christ our heavenly king ;
Who endur'd the cross, and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
But the pains which he endur'd, io?
Our salvation have procur'd;
Now above the sky he's king,
Where the angels ever fing: Hallelujah ;