XXXIV.

From world to world, from heav'n to earth, Behold him fwiftly come,

Behold him fhroud his facred form

In Mary's virgin womb?

Thousands of thousands ftand around
Thy throne, O God moft high,
Ten thoufand times ten thousand found
Thy praife; but who am I
III.

Thy brightest rays to them appear,
While I thy footsteps trace;
A found of God ftrikes on my ear,
But they behold thy face.

IV.

They fing because thou art their fun;
Lord, dart a beam on me;

For where heav'n is but once begun
There Hallelujahs be.

V.

Enlighten and enflame my heart
With love's most sacred fire,
Then fhall I fing, and bear a part
With thy celestial quire.

VI.

How great a being, Lord, is thine,
Which doth all beings keep!
Thy knowledge is the only line
To found fo vaft a deep.

-VII.

Thou art a fea without a shore,
A fun without a sphere,
Thy time is now and evermore,
Thy place is ev'ry where.

VIII.

How good art thou, whofe goodness is
My parent, nurse and guide?
Whofe ftreams do water paradife,
And all the world befide.

IX.

Thy mighty arm, O mighty King!
Both rocks and hearts can break:
My God, thou canst do ev'ry thing
But what wou'd fhew thee weak.
X.

Who wou'd not fear thy fearching eye,

Witness to all we do?

Dark hell and deep hypocrify

Lye open to thy view.

XI.

Thy wife and bounteous works and ends,
O may we still admire.

Creation all our wit tranfcends,

Redemption rifes higher.

How pure

XII.

and holy are thine eyes?

How holy is thy name?

Thy faints, and laws, and penalties,

Thy holiness proclaim.

Thy

XIII.

Thy wond'rous mercy's out-ftretch'd rays
Shine gloriously to all;

For this thy creatures love, and praise,
And thee their father call.

XIV.

Thy hinder parts, O God of grace!

We only here adore;

Difplay the glory of thy face,

That we may praise thee more.

XV.

And fince none fee this fight and live,

For me to die is beft;

Thro' Jordan's streams who wou'd not dive,
To land at Canaan's reft?

HYMN.

I.

HOU, Lord, who raised'ft heav'n and earth,
Do'st make the building stand;

TH

The pond'rous weight does wholly reft

On thy almighty hand.

II.

Should'ft thou one moment, Lord, withdraw,

The earth wou'd leave its place, The num'rous fhining orbs on high

Refign to empty space.

III.

Thou needest none to fing thy praise,
As if thy joy cou'd fade;

Could'ft thou have needed any thing,

Thou nothing could'st have made!
IV.

Lord, what is man? that child of pride,
Who boasts his high degree?

If but one inftant thou him leave,
He finks, and where is he?

HYMN

W

HYMN.

I.

HEN man in fin's wild maze was loft,
And on impetuous billows toft,
While hope and help all aid denies,
Lo! God his vaft compaflion fhews,
His dear and only Son bestows
Who for our fafety freely dies.

II.

O height! O length! O breadth! O deep!
What love with thine can measures keep?
Love! that from glory Jefus brought:
That plung'd him deep, in forrows flood,
That pierc'd his foul, and drain'd his blood;
O love transcending angels thought!

III.

O may at length my willing breast
Be all with love of thee poffeft,

Be all inflam'd with heav'nly fire;
May I thy praise in raptures fing,
Thy boundless praise, my God, my king!
- And thee, and only thee admire.

I.

HYM N. Addisson.

7HEN all thy mercies, O my God,

WHE My rifing foul furveys;

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
II.

O how shall words, with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart?
But thou can't read it there.

III.

Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest,

When

When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

IV.

To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,

E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray❜r.
V.

Unnumber'd comforts to my foul,
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd.
VI.

When in the flipp'ry paths of youth
With heedlefs fteps I ran,
Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe,
And led me up to man.

VII.

Through hidden dangers, toils and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

VIII.

When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face,

And when in fins and forrows funk,

Reviv'd my foul with

grace.

IX.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs,
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend,
Has doubled all my ftore.

X.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts,

My daily thanks employ;

Nor is the leaft a chearful heart,

That taftes thofe gifts with joy.

XI.

Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll purfue;