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B02266 A collection of divine hymns, upon several occasions; suited to our common tunes, for the use of devout Christians, in singing forth the praises of God. 1694 (1694) Wing C5144A; ESTC R174035 37,542 122

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can stand Before his cold He speaks and straight it thaws He breathes and Water flows To Israel his Laws And to none else he shows As for his word No Heathen Land Doth understand Praise ye the Lord. M. Hymn XLVI For the Gospel BLest be my God that I was born To hear the joyful sound That I was born to be Baptiz'd And bred on Christian ground That I was bred where God appears In tokens of his Grace The lines are fallen unto me In a most pleasant place The Sun which rose up in the East And drove their shades away His healing Wings have reach'd the West And turn'd our Night to day England at first an Egypt was Since that proud Babels Slave At last a Canaan it became And then my Birth it gave Blest be my God that I have slept The dismal Night away Being kept in Providence's Womb To England's brightest day M. Hymn XLVII For Redemption O That I had an Angels Tongue That I might loudly sing The wonders of Redeeming Love To thee my God and King But Man who at the Gates of Hell Did pale and speechless lye Must find a Tongue and Time to speak Or else the Stones will cry Let the Redeemed of the Lord Their thankful Voices raise Can we be Dumb whilst Angels Sing Our great Redeemers Praise Come let us join with Angels then Glory to God on high Peace upon Earth Good-will to Men Amen Amen say I. Poor Adam's Race was Satans prey And Dust the Serpent's food We that were doom'd to be devour'd Naked and Trembling stood Love Clothed with Humility Built here an House of Clay In which it dwelt and rescu'd Man The Devil lost his Prey The spightful Serpent bruis'd Christ's heel But then Christ brake his Head And left him Nail'd upon the Cross On which his Blood was shed Sing and triumph in boundless Grace Which thus hath set thee free Extol with shouts my ravish'd Soul Thy Saviour's Love to thee Give endless thanks to God and say What Love was this in thee That thou hast not with-held thy Son Thine Only Son from me Thy Deep and Glorious Counsels Lord With Trembling I Adore Blessed thrice blessed be my God Blessed for ever more M. Hymn XLVIII For the Morning MY God was with me all this night And gave me sweet Repose My God did watch even whilst I slept Or I had never Rose How many groan'd and wish'd for sleep Until they wish'd for day Measuring slow hours with their quick pains Whilst I securely lay What terrours have I scap'd this night Which have on others fell My body might have slept its last My soul have wak'd in hell Sweet rest hath gain'd that strength to me Which labour did Devour My body was in weakness laid But it is rais'd in pow'r Lord for the mercies of the night My humble thanks I pay And unto thee I dedicate The first fruits of the day Worldly concerments touch me not below the mount abide I must ascend to th'Father first My Saviour else will chide This Day I 'll praise thee O my God And so I 'll all my Days O Lord let mine Eternal Day Be thine Eternal Praise M. Hymn XLIX For the Evening NOW from the Altar of my Heart Let flames of Incense rise Assist me Lord to offer up Mine Evening Sacrifice Awake my Love awake my Joy Awake my Heart and Tongue Sleep not when Mercies loudly call Break forth into a Song Man's Life 's a Book of History The leaves thereof are days The Letters mercies closely join'd The Title is thy Praise This day God was my Sun and Shield My Keeper and my Guide His care was on my frailty shewn His Mercies multiply'd Minutes and Mercies multiply'd Have made up all this day Minutes came quick but Mercies were More fleet and free than they New time new favours and new Joy's Do a new Song require Till I shall praise thee as I would Accept my Hearts desire Lord of my Time whose hand hath set New time upon my score Then shall I praise for all my time When time shall be no more M. Hymn L. For good Success IS not the Hand of God in this Is not his end Divine Lord of Success thee will I bless Who on my Paths dost shine I reap the Fruit of Gods Design By him it was foreseen He thought of this as well as I Or it had never been I blindly guess'd but he fore-knew I wish'd he did command Wherefore I praise his careful Eye And his un erring Hand The Bow is drawn by feeble Arms Aim taken in the dark A Providential Hand doth guide The Arrow to the Mark. Except the Lord the City keep The Watch-men will be slain Except the Lord do build the House The Builder builds in vain Buildings are Babels Cities Heaps When thou send'st Curse or Flame And Lab'ring Heads that promise Fruit Oft bring forth Wind and Shame But thou hast Crown'd my Actions Lord With good success this day This Crown together with my self At thy blest Feet I lay Lord who art pleas'd to prosper me And bless me in my ways Prosper my weak endeav'ring Heart Which aimeth at thy praise M. Hymn LI. A General Song of Praise HOW shall I praise that Majesty Which Angels do Admire Let Dust in Dust in silence lie Sing sing ye Heav'nly Quire Thousands of Thousands stand around Thy Throne O God Most High Ten Thousand times Ten Thousand sound Thy praise But who am I Thy brightness unto them appears Whilst I thy footsteps trace A sound of God comes to my Ears But they behold thy Face They sing because thou art their Sun Lord send a Beam on me For where Heav'n is but once begun There Hallelujahs be Enlighten with Faiths Light my Heart Enflame it with Love's Fire Then shall I sing and bear a part With that Celestial Quire I shall I fear be dark and cold With all my zeal and light Yet when thou dost accept their Gold Lord Treasure up my Mite How great a Being Lord is thine Which doth all beings keep Thy knowledge is the only line To sound so vast a deep How good art thou whose goodness is Our parent nurse and guide Whose streams do water paradise and all the Earth beside Thy upper and thy nether S●rings Make both thy worlds to thrive Under thy warm and sheltring wings Thou keep'st two Broods alive Thy Arm of Might most Mighty King Both Rocks and Hearts do break My God thou can'st do every thing But what would shew thee weak Thou can'st not cross thy self or be Less than thy self or poor But whatsoever pleaseth thee That can'st thou do and more Unbelief is a Raging wave Dashing against a Rock If God do not his Israel save Then let Egyptians mock Mercy that shining Attribute The Sinners Hope and Plea Huge Hosts of Sins in their Pursuit Are Drown'd in thy Red Sea This is the Devils Scourge and Sting This is the Angels Song Who Holy Holy Holy Sing In