his Israel His Glories bright display This this becomes them well To praise their God and say His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of Time and Place III. A Song of Praise prepare This work belongs to you Of Aarons house that are And Gods Domesticks too His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place IV. All ye that fear the Lord All that his Laws obey Praise him with one accord Extol his name and say His glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place Part II. Praise for Protection I. O that I may record The kindness I have felt Did call upon the Lord When my sad Heart did melt With Anxious fear To my request When thus addrest He bow'd his Ear. II. How soon my fear was fled He having heard my voice Me out of trouble led Into a Paradice There I enjoy By him discharg'd By him inlarg'd Sweet liberty III. The mighty Lord of Hosts As chief is on my side I 'll not regard their boasts Who do my trust deride When God 's my friend Alas how can Poor feeble man With me contend IV. The Lord doth take my part With those that for me fight My foes shall backward start All vanquisht by his might In God to trust Is better than In Mortal Men Who are but dust V. Tho' Princes great in might Great Armies do command They safety seek by flight And fall by a strong hand In God to trust Is better than In Mighty Men That are but dust VI. To th'Father and the Son And Holy Ghost now be All Glory unto one True God and Persons Three As 't was for when Times measure ends His praise transcends All time Amen VII Glory to God on high And peace to men below Now God in Grace is nigh All blessings to bestow All glory then To th'Father to The Son also And Sp'rit Amen Hymn IX As Psalm 33. JUstice and Judgment he doth love His Goodness fills all coasts God by his word made Heaven above By 's Spirit form'd all their Hosts The Seas he in their Channels keeps Their heaps the Bellows cur'd In store-houses he lays the deeps O fear him all the World In awe of him let all men stand That dwell from Sun to Sun His work 's confirm his high command He spake and it was done The Counsel which the Heathen take The Lord doth bring to naught And mens devices vain doth make They no effect have wrought The Counsel of the Lord stands sure And so for ever shall Th' intentions of his Heart indure To Generations all That Nation 's bless'd whose Gods the Lord That people's bless'd whom he Hath chosen of his own accord His heritage to be Hymn XX. 2. Psalm VVHY do the Heathen rage and fret Till vain inventions tire The Kings on Earth themselves do set And Rulers do conspire His gentle Government they count Their Yoke his Laws their Chain Freedom they 'l have without controul No bands shall them restrain But God above will scorn their rage Their vain attempts deride His Power shall vex them and his Wrath Vex their defeated Pride Then shall his voice in Thunder ring His wrath on them shall fall His fury thus insenc'd shall bring Vexation on them all For all their spite Iv'e set my King Securely on his Throne And what I had decreed before Proclaim'd him now my Son This is the birth-day of thy Rule Thy Scepter I 'll advance O're all the Earth the Gentiles give For thine Inheritance And thou shalt break their power and strength As with an Iron Rod As Potsherds vile shall they at length Under thy foot be trod Be wise now therefore all ye Kings Ye Judges of the Land Be ye instructed in the things Ye ought to understand Serve ye the Lord with holy fear With trembling awe rejoice O Kiss the Sun lest that ye hear His angry threatning voice So should you perish from the way His anger thus exprest When 's wrath is Kindled once O they That trust in him are blest Hymn XXI Mr. J. G 's Hymn for the Sacrament ROuse up you dearly purchast Souls To praise the Lord above And with affections true and large Speak of his Grace and Love The Father Son and Holy Ghost By one consenting will Declar'd for ransoming lost Souls That Christ his blood should spill All with provision in the way Unto the Holy Land They are prepar'd by our dear Lord And brought us by his hand How sweet it is to banquet here Let feasted Souls declare How good to feed at such a feast Where such rich dainties are But what we do injoy on Earth Are but the crums that fall When Christ shall take us to himself We shall injoy our all How long dear Lord how long wilt thou Delay to take us up Our absent Souls do wait in pain With thee above to sup The Heav'ns a blessed song shall sing To Angel's God and ours When all the Saints shall enter in With most inlarged powers Hymn XXII For the Sacrament CHrist did contract with God Before the World began To save from Sin from Hell and Death In time distressed man Gods Justice was most strict The Debt must be paid down But man by sin Gods Image lost Which was his Strength and Crown Take up the Sword and slay This Enemy of mine Did Justice say when 't was inrag'd But Christ stept up in time O Justice stop thy hand Our Saviour kindly spake And if thou must have recompence Mans Debt I 'll undertake Come sheathe thy Sword in me Let man not be undone For now to suffer in his room A man I will become And what thou dost demand I 'll fully satisfie If nothing else will purchase life I am content to dye Ye Angels of the Lord Ye Saints that are above And all Redeemed Souls on Earth Praise ye this God of Love XXIV Sacramental Hymns LET those life-breathing lips of thine Be joyn'd O Christ to me Because thy Love excelleth Wine And all thy Saints love thee With Flagons of refreshing Joy And Comforts from above Stay me O stay me powerfully For I am sick of Love Beneath his shadow I was plac'd With very great content His fruit was sweet unto my tast His Word and Sacrament O draw me my dear Saviour With those strong Cords of Love And then shall we go after thee As fast as we can move Herein is Love not ours to God But his to us most large In sending down his only Son Our great Debts to discharge He sav'd us from the Wrath to come At that most dreadful day And was so good to shed his blood To wash our sins away Even Jesus Christ who sav'd us all From storms of future wrath Whose love to wash our sins away Made his own blood the Bath To him that on the Throne sets down And Christ the Lamb therefore Be Blessing Glory and Renown And Power for evermore Another HOsanna to King David's
must we keep thence What folly is' t that makes us loth To dye and to go hence â—each down Reach down thine arm of Grace Lord fit us to ascend Where Congregations near brake up And Sabbaths have no end â—here there 's no sleep nor weariness To break thy Servants peace â—or envious thoughts nor slanderous Tongues Their troubles to increase There there 's no falt but all is free There day lives without night There Men and Angels live by love And in thy lovely light I come I come my God to thee Thanks Lord to thee I come My wearied starved prodigal Soul Come Soul come gladly home World take thy husks and give thy Swine I am for better bread For all my Fathers Children be With Heavenly Manna fed Now flesh leave Tempting of me now To doat on sensual things They that thy Feasts do value much They know not Christ the King Too long too long my simple Soul A bond-slave thou hast been This day I join thee to thy God And thee Divorce from Sin My dearest Lord and my poor Soul For ever ever Love According to his Cov'nant seal In this World and above Hymn VIII Another for the Sabbath or Lords D … MY Lord my Love was Crucified He all the pains did bear But in the sweetness of his rest He makes his Servants share … w sweetly rest thy Saints above Which in thy Bosom lye … y Church below doth rest in hope Of that felicity â—ou Lord who daily feed'st thy Sheep Mak'st them a weekly Feast … y Flocks meet in their several Folds Upon this day of Rest â—elcome and dear unto my Soul â—re these sweet feasts of Love 〈◊〉 what a Sabbath shall I keep When I shall Rest above … ess thy wise and wondrous love Which bind us to be free … ich makes us leave our Earthly snares That we may come to thee … me I wait I hear I pray Thy foot-steps Lord I trace … ng to think this is the way Unto my Saviours Face … is market day doth Saints inrich And smiles upon them all â—…s their Pentecost on which The Holy Ghost doth fall â—…ay of Wonders Mercies Pawn The weary Souls recruit … e Christians Goshen Heavens Dawn The end of endless fruit Hymn X. As the 100 Psalm THou spread'st a weekly Table Lord Where Souls may banquet on thy Worâ—… Whilst means in plenty we enjoy Let not our Souls be parcht and dry We wait here at Bethesda's Pool Those Waters which refresh and cool We wait whose Souls are scorcht with sin O come dear Saviour help us in Thy Power and thy Grace display Be thou amongst us on thy day That sinners may observe thy call And numerous converts to the fall That those who do thy footsteeps trace May find all sweetness in thy Grace O may they never more complain That they have sought their good in vain Thy People at thy Footstool lie Behold us with a gratious Eye O let our Souls with Jesus meet Our fellowship with him be sweet Among thy people here am I Lord let me not be passed by Let this poor Soul with triumph say I 've seen my dearest Lord to day I sit within thy Temple shade O let thy presence make me glad Love me my Lord or else I die Thy Love alone can satisfie Hymm XI For Communion with God â—Las my God that we should be Such strangers to each other that as Friends we might agree And walk and talk together â—…ou know'st my Soul do's dearly love The place of thine abode 〈◊〉 Musick gives so sweet a sound As these two words My God â—ong not for the fruit that grows Within these Gardens here â—…nd no sweetness in the Rose When Jesus is not near … y gracious presence O my Christ Can make a Paradice 〈◊〉 what are all the goodly Pearls Unto this Pearl of price … y I taste that Communion Lord Thy People have with thee … y Spirit daily talks with them O let it talk with me … ke Enoch let me walk with God And thus walk out my day … tended with the heav'nly Guards Upon my King's High-way â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord O come my Lord most dear … me near come nearer nearer still I 'm well when thou art near â—hen wilt thou come unto me Lord I languish for thy sight Ten thousand Suns if thou art strange Are shades instead of light When wilt thou come unto me Lord For till thou dost appear I count each moment for a day Each minute for a year Come Lord and never from me go This World 's a darksome place I find no pleasure here below When thou dost vail thy face There 's no such thing as pleasure here My Jesus is my all As thou dost shine or disappear My pleasures rise or fall Come spread thy savour on my frame No sweetness is so sweet Till I get up to praise thy Name Where all thy singers meet Hymn XII A Cry before the Sacrament TO day the Lord of Hosts invites Unto a costly Feast O what a priviledge is this To be th' Almighty's Guest I am invited I must go Lord help me to prepare That so I may be welcome and Partake of Childrens fare All they that sit down with him must Be decked with his Grace He smiles on such Communicants And they behold his Face â—ut who and what am I O Lord Unholy and unmeet â—o come within thy doors or to Wash thy Disciples feet Come Holy Spirit come and take My filthy Garments hence â—he guilt the stain the love of sin Will give my Lord offence â—emember not my sins O Lord Which ever load my mind Thy Son did die for such as I That I might mercy find Worldly distractions stay behind Below the Mount abide Be no disturbance to my mind Nor make my Saviour chide Let nothing that is not divine Within thy presence move What e're would cause thee not to shine In tokens of thy Love Whilst thou dost at thy Table sit Send out thy Spirit to breathe Upon my Soul to summon forth My Graces from beneath A wake Repentance Faith and Love Awake O every Grace Come come attend this glorious King And bow before his face O come my Lord the time draws nigh That I am to receive Stand with my Pardon sealed by Perswade me to believe Let not my Jesus now be strange Nor hide himself from me O cause thy Face to shine upon The Soul that longs for thee O let our Entertainment now Be so exceeding sweet That we may long to come again And at thy Table meet Hymn XIII Against Vnbelief A Soul that 's burden'd with the weight Of Sin that on him lies Must go to Golgotha then ask For whom that Saviour dies Surely for Sinners such as I That precious blood was spilt Come poor defiled Souls O come And wash away your guilt Christ calls arise and do not fear Tho' thou wast Satan's Slave Let this thy drooping Spirit
home Hymn XXXI As the 100 Psalm NOt unto us Lord not to us But to thy Name the Praise we owe To thy free goodness and thy truth The springs whence all our Blessings flow Why should the Heathen ask in scorn Where is the God whom you adore In Heav'n he reigns but does on Earth What e're his Will ordain'd before Silver and Gold their Idols are And all their worth derive from thence With no Divinity inspir'd Since they are void of Life or Sense For tho' the Maker forms an Eye A Mouth or any other part He cannot give them sight or breath Nor lively motion by his Art Fond Men to think your Hands can make A God to which our knee should bow You trust what cannot help it self Statues have Sense as much as you The silent Grave cannot declare Thy wonders nor proclaim thy praise We 'll now begin that Blessed work Which shall continue all our days 110 Psalm as 100. THus spake the Lord unto his Son Sit thou advanc'd at my Right-hand Till all thy conquer'd Foes shall crouch And wait their doom from thy Command From Sion shall thy Word go forth Which like a Scepter thou shalt sway To bring the stubborn under rule And make them willingly obey Thy Conquest shall be great that day The numerous Converts thou shalt view Shall make an Army that exceeds The Chrystal drops of morning dew The Lord hath all his Truth ingag'd By Oath which he can never break To make thee an Eternal Priest Of th' Order of Melchizedeck And when he 's raised to his Throne Proud Monarchs that oppose his Reign Shall fall and all the wicked World That will not stoop to him be slain While he pursues this Work he 'll stoop To mean refreshments in the way But with a glorious reward God will his sufferings repay 103 Psalm as 100. BLess thou the Lord my Soul his Name Let all the Powers within me Bless O Let not his past favours lie Forgotten in unthankfulness It 's he that pardons all thy sins He that in sickness makes thee sound It 's he redeemed from the Grave Thy Life with love and mercy crown'd It 's he that fills thy Mouth with good And all thy just desires supplies Who like the Eagles makes thine Age To a renewed youth arise From his strict Justice sure relief Oppressed Innocence shall find Moses and Israel knew his ways And th' inclinations of his mind Abundant Mercies flow from God Love is his nature and delight Slow is his wrath and tho' he chides Intends not to destroy us quite Man's Days are like the Grass or Flow'r That in the Field its beauty shews But fades with ev'ry blasting Wind And then its former place none knows But Gods eternal Truth and Love Is to good men and to their Race Those that his Laws and Cov'nant keep His favour ever will embrace Circled with glorious light his Throne The Lord has plac'd in Heav'n above Whose mighty Pow'r and sov'raign Rule Extends o're all that live and move Bless God ye Angels who in strength And ready services transcend Bless him ye Hosts and Ministers Who all to do his Will attend Let all his Works thro' all the World To praise their glorious Lord accord And O my Soul bear thou thy part And ever bless and praise the Lord. 104 Psalm As the 100 MY Soul forever bless the Lord To this his greatness do's invite Honour and Majesty 's his Robe His beauteous Vesture's splendid light He as a Tent the Heav'n extends Whose Rooms on liquid Waters stay Clouds are his Chariot and the Winds With their wing'd Wheels meet out his way Angels as swift as air as bright As flames with quick obedience move To publish and effect below His Pleasure giv'n in charge above The Earth's foundations are unknown No Pillars rais'd its weight to bear And yet no pow'r can make it move Tho' it hangs loose in flued Air. Part II. He from the Hills thro' secret veins Causes the Chrystal Springs to burst They glide thro' Valleys where the Beasts And the Wild Asses quench their thirst Their Birds are taught with curious Art Their Nests in shady Boughs to raise And by their chearful notes reprove Our silence in our Makers praise Nor can the higher grounds which gape For thirst complain that they 're forgot Clouds big with show'rs on them distill And Water ev'ry barren plat Great God how various are thy works Created all with wondrous skill Thy Blessings Lord enrich the Earth And the Seas spacious bosom fill If God but in displeasure frown The whole Creation needs must Mourn If he with-holds his Breath or theirs They dye and to their dust return The great employment of my life Shall be to praise the mighty Lord To think upon his love and works The sweetest pleasure will afford Dr. W. 95. Psalm COme let us with united joys To God our voices raise With thankful hearts before him come And loudly sing his praise Our Lord is a great God and King In powers eminent Above all Gods him Angels serve And Princes represent The secrets of the Earth and strength Of Hills are in his Hand He made the Waters of the Sea And for their bounds dry Land To him that made us let us kneel And Adorations give Who are his People and the Sheep That on his Pastures live To day let 's hear his voice and not Such hard'ned Sinners prove As those that in the Wilderness Provoked God above They prov'd his Pow'r and saw his Works And griev'd him forty year Till wearied with that murm'ring race He could no longer bear He did their unbelief and base Ingratitude detest And in his anger sware they should Not come into his Rest Coll. 71. Psalm as the 25. MY Soul on God relys Let none disgrace my trust Lord hear and save me when I call As thou art good and just Be thou my sure defence Whereto I may resort Make good thy gracious promise Lord Be thou my Rock and Fort. Lord when my strength decays And when my years decline Do not forsake or cast me off But own me still as thine To no supports I 'll fly But to thy strength Divine No other goodness shall be nam'd Or faithfulness but thine These from my youth I 've learnt And hitherto declar'd Thy Wond'rous works forsake me not Now when I am Grey-hair'd Thou shalt again revive My Soul with grief deprest Thou Lord wilt raise my low estate Comfort and give me rest My chearful Tongue and Lips Shall loudly bear a part In praising thee when tun'd and rais'd By a most thankful heart This shall be my great work To celebrate thy fame who 'll me Redeem and bring also My Enemies to shame 63 Psalm EArly O Lord my fainting Soul Thy Mercy do's implore No Traveller in desert land Can thirst for Waters more I long t' appear as I was wont Within thy holy place Thy Power and Glory to behold And to obtain thy Grace
sake I love this life And seek the life above But how I wonder did I come To prize and love thee so That as I love thee more or less My comforts come or go O God of Love make good thy word Love thirsting Souls to fill I hope of Love I hither came In hope depart I will A Song of Praise took out of the Revelation of St. John TO him that lov'd us for himself And dy'd to do us good And wash'd us from our scarlet sins In his most precious blood And made us Kings and Priests to God His Father infinite To him eternal glory be And everlasting might The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown Amen Amen the Angels Cry Salvation is his due And we thro' all Eternity His praises will renew Thanks Glory Blessing Wisdom Might Honour and Power then Be to our God for ever more For evermore Amen A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies Mr. M. O God who dost the World command Thou Check'st both Wind and Waves The Devils which like Lions Roar Are thine inchained Slaves The Sons of Rage are smoking Brands And Idols fear'd in vain Thou Lord the true and only God Their fury dost restrain Thou Lord didst smooth fierce Esau's brow And change his murm'ring breath Thou gav'st to him a Brother's heart Who vow'd his Brothers Death Angels do Arm at thy Command And Stars have shot their Dart Nature hath fought and Miracles Have took thy Churches part Thee Lord who still thy Church dost love All Creatures must obey And when for thine thou dost arise Their En'mies where are they I cry'd to Heav'n in my distress And to my God did flee He with compassion heard my cry He did arise for me With humble fear and thankful joy Lord at thy feet I fall Unfeignedly acknowledging That thou alone dost all Thou art all Love thou art all Pow'r And so thou art to me Blest be my God now and henceforth And to Eternity A Song of Praise for Joy in the Holy Ghost Dr. H. MY Soul doth magnifie the Lord My Spirit doth rejoyce In God my Saviour and my God I hear his joyful voice I need not go abroad for Joy Who have a Feast at home My sighs are turned into songs The Comforter is come Down from above the blessed Dove Is come into my breast To witness God's Eternal Love This is my heav'nly Feast This makes me Abba Father cry With confidence of Soul It makes me cry my Lord my God And that without controul There is a stream which issues forth From God's Eternal Throne And from the Lamb a living stream Clear as the Crystal Stone This stream doth water Paradice It makes the Angels sing One Cordial drop revives my heart Hence all my Joys do spring Such Joys as are unspeakable And full of Glory too Such hidden Manna hidden Pearls As worldlings do not know Eye hath not seen nor Ear hath heard From fancy 't is conceal'd What thou Lord hast laid up for thine And hast to me reveal'd I see thy Face I hear thy Voice I taste thy sweetest Love My Soul doth leap but O for wings The wings of Noah's Dove Then should I flee far hence away Leaving this World of sin Then should my Lord put forth his hand And kindly take me in Then should my Soul with Angels feast On Joys that always last Blest be my God the God of Joy Who gives me here a tast A Song of Praise for Peace of Conscience M. MY God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till life and breath shall cease My thoughts did rage my Soul was tost 'T was like a troubled Sea But what a mighty voice is this Which winds and waves obey God speaks the word peace and be still My sins those Mutineers With speed went off and took their flight Where now are all my fears The World can neither give nor take Nor yet can understand That Peace of God which Christ hath bought And gives me with his hand This is my Saviour's Legacy Confirm'd by his decease Ye shall have trouble in the World In me ye shall have peace And so it is the World doth rage But peace in me doth reign And whilst my God maintains the Fort Their Batt'ries are in vain The burning Bush was not consum'd Whilst God remained there The three when Christ did make the fourth Found Fire as meek as Air. So is my mem'ry stuff'd with sins Enough to make an Hell And yet my Conscience is not scorch'd For God in me doth dwell Where God doth dwell sure Heav'n is there And singing there must be Since Lord thy presence makes my Heav'n Whom should I sing but thee My God my reconciled God Creator of my Peace Thee will I love and praise and sing Till Life and Breath shall cease Hymn XLIV A Song of Praise for Pardon of Sin MY God a God of pardon is His Bosom gives me ease I have not do not please my God Yet mercy him doth please My sins aloud for vengeance call But lo a Fountain Springs From Christ's pierc'd side with louder cries And speaketh better things My sins have reach'd up to the Heav'ns But Mercies heighth exceeds Gods Mercy is above the Heav'ns Above my sinful deeds My sins are many like the Stars Or Sands upon the shore But yet the Mercies of my God Are infinitely more Manassah Paul and Magdalen Were pardon'd all by thee I read it and believe it Lord For thou hast pardon'd me When God shall search the World for Sin What trembling will be there O Rocks and Mountains cover us Will be the Sinners Pray'r But the Lambs wrath they need not fear Who once have felt his love And they that walk with God below Shall dwell with God above Rage Earth and Hell come Life come Death Yet still my Song shall be God was and is and will be good And merciful to me Hymn XLV Variety of Providences Psalm 147. Dr. W. GIVE Laud unto the Lord It is a pleasant thing His Praises to record And his sweet Songs to Sing Who on a Rock His Church erects And recollects His scatter'd Flock He heals the Heart contrite And binds up all their wounds He tells the Stars of Light Whose numbers so abound And he can call Each shining flame Of them by name He knows them all Great is this God of ours Yea most exceeding great His Pow'r above all Pow'rs And hath the Soveraign Seat And as his Might So likewise his Pure Wisdom is Most infinite O Salem praise the Lord Praise him O Sion-hill Who hath thy Gates well-barr'd And doth thy Cities fill Thy Peace full great He makes to be And filleth thee With Flow'r of Wheat Thro' th' earth his Mandats go His word most swiftly flies Like Wooll he giveth Snow His Frost as Ashes lies His Ice is roll'd As morsels and O who
Heav nly Canaans Tongue Mercy is Gods Memorial And in all Ages prais'd My God thine only Son did fall That Mercy might be rais'd Thy bright Back-parts O God of Grace I humbly here adore Shew me thy Glory and thy Face That I may praise Thee more Since none can see thy Face and live For me to Die is best Through Jordan's streams who would not dive To Land at Canaan's Rest Hymn LII Scripture Hymn Dr. H. THIS mystery of Godliness Is very great and high God manifested in the flesh The Spirit did justifie The blessed Angels saw his Face His word the Gentiles heard Believ'd on in the World he was To Gods Right Hand preferr'd But now we 're come to Sion Mount The City of aboad The Heavenly Jerusalem Where dwells the living God To Hosts of Angels numberless And to th' Assembly there The gen'ral Church of Gods first-born Whose names in Heav'n appear And unto God the Judge of all On whom the World must wait And to the Spir'ts of all Just Men Made perfect in that state To Jesus Mediatour of The Cov'nant now made new Whose sprinkled blood speaks better things Than Abel's Blood could do Now Blessing Glory and Renown Must we give all together To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever One God in Trinity Let Heaven and Earth adore From all Eternity The same for evermore All Glory 's his Who needing none Himself his own Perfection is B. Hymn LIII Reformation as the 148. Psalm THUS saith the Lord of Hosts But yet a little while And I will shake all Coasts Yea every Land and Isle Yet once again I shake all these Heaven Earth and Seas And all the main All Nations I will shake The long desired day Which doth all Nations take Lo that shall come I say And for all Coasts This House I will With Glory fill Saith th'God of Hosts The Glory of this last Far greater shall it grow Than of the Temple past The Lord of Hosts saith so And in this place Will I the Lord Of Hosts afford Sweet Peace and Grace Yet not by might nor pow'r But by my Sp'rit alone Saith God of Hosts our Tow'r The strength of all in one For who art thou O Mountain great The Empire 's seat To hinder now Before Zerubbabel Thou shalt become a plain The Stone that doth excel The head Stone of the same His Hand shall sit And bring it out VVith gen'ral shout Grace Grace to it The hand of that same man That laid the ground-work low Shall end what he began And I will overthrow The Heathen Kings VVho then are they That slight the day Of smaller things Hymn LIV. A Collection from several Psalms PRaise ye the Lord Most High My Soul speak thou his Praise I 'll praise him constantly And bless him all my days Even whilst I live And Being have God who this gave I 'll praises give In Princes put no trust Nor any Son of man Impotent and unjust None of them help us can He Life resigns Returns to Dust And then he must Cease his designs He is the happy man Whom God doth help afford Who own and trust God can Whose hope is in the Lord. Who all things made Heav'n Earth and Sea His Truth and they Do never fade Praise ye our glorious Lord Who dwells in Heav'n on high Let him be still ador'd Above the Starry Sky Ye Angels bright And all his Hosts Throughout Heav'ns Coasts In praise delight His People he will raise And them exalt on high All his Saints shall him praise And bless continually He is ador'd By Israel Who near him dwell Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord and sing A new rejoicing Song Praise ye our glorious King His holy ones among Where they do meet In holy throngs To sing these Songs Sacred and sweet Let Israel rejoice In him that did them make With chearful heart and voice Let Sion's Sons partake And to their King Who them directs And still protects This off'ring bring Hymn LV. The Doxologies TO Father Son and Holy Ghost One God in Trinity As ever was and as now is All Glory ever be Or To Father Son and Holy Ghost One God in Persons Three Or One undivided Three Or One consubstantial Three Or One co-eternal Three All humble thanks and joyful praise Or All highest praise and humble thanks Now and forever be Or For ever rendred be Or All Glory to the blessed Three One Ever-living Lord As at the first still shall he be Belov'd Obey'd Ador'd Or All Glory Honour Pow'r and Praise To God that 's one in Three As it in the beginning was Is now and still shall be Or All Glory to the Blessed Three All Honour Pow'r and Praise As at the first shall ever be Beyond the end of days Or To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Praise and Glory be therefore As in beginning was is now And shall be henceforth evermore Or Glory to thee O Lord One God in Persons three To Father Son and Holy Ghost One equal Glory be Hymn LVI For the Sabbath IF from my Holy Sabbath day Thou turn away thy Foot And do not by thy Pleasure stray My Sabbath to pollute But call the Sabbath a delight The Holy of the Lord And thy own Carnal Pleasure slite In Thought in Deed in VVord Then shalt thou joy in God alone VVith sweet and sacred mirth And he shall make thee ride upon High Places of the Earth VVith Father Jacob's Heritage The Lord shall feed thee Fat For thus doth Gods own Mouth engage And thou maist trust to that To God the Father and the Son And Holy Ghost therefore Be Glory Honour and Renown And Power for evermore Hymn LVII as the 25 Psalm LET others take their course And sing what name they please Let wealth or beauty be their Theam Such empty sounds as these Sweet Jesus is the Name My Song shall still adore Sweet Jesus is the charming word That do's my Life restore When I am dead in grief Or which is worse in Sin I call on Jesus and he hears And I to live begin Wherefore to thee dear Lord Behold thus low I bow And thus again yet is all this Far less than what I owe. Live glorious King of Heaven By all thy Heav'n ador'd Live gracious Saviour of the World Our Chief and Only Lord. Live and forever may Thy Throne establisht be For ever may all Hearts and Tongues Sing Hymns of Praise to thee Hymn LVIII as the 100 Psalm VVIth all the pow'rs my poor Soul hath Of humble Love and loyal Faith Thus low my God I bow to Thee Whom with more love bow'd low'r to me Down busie sense discourses dye And all adore Faiths mystery Faith is my skill Faith can believe As fast as Love new Laws can give Faith is my Eye Faith strength affords To keep pace with those pow'rful words And words more sure more sweet than they Love could not think Truth
chear His Errand was to save Christ did appear to Magdalen When blinded with her Tears To lead on others to believe And cast away their fears My sins are grown so high that they Deserve a second Flood Behold the Deluge Christ is come To drown them in his Blood My work is to believe on him By Faith his Blood apply When Faith takes out the fiery sting That sinner shall not die Lord give me this believing heart Advance it more and more Rebuke these doubts and scruples that Are crouding at my door â—ord Satan says my sins are high And spread before thy face â—ast heighths indeed but what are these Unto the heighths of Grace Hymn XIV A Song of Praise for the Lords Supper O Praise the Lord Praise him Praise him Sing Praises to his name â— all ye Saints of Heaven and Earth Extol and Laud the same â—ho spared not his only Son But gave him for us all â—nd made him drink the Cup of wrath The Wormwood and the Gall. … ail nature shrunk and did request That bitter Cup might pass … t he must drink it off and this The Fathers pleasure was 〈◊〉 then I come to do thy Will His blessed Son reply'd â—…elding himself to God and Man He stretch'd his arms and dy'd 〈◊〉 dy'd indeed but rose again And did ascend on high That we poor Sinners lost and dead Might live eternally Good Lord how many Souls in Hell Doth vengeance vex and tear Were it not for a dying Christ Our dwelling had been there His blood was shed instead of ours His Soul our Hell did bear He took our sin gave us himself What an exchange is here What ever is not Hell it self For me it is too good But must we eat the Flesh of Christ And must we drink his Blood His Flesh is Heavenly Food indeed His Blood is Drink Divine His Graces drop like Honey falls His comforts taste like Wine Sweet Christ thou hast refresh'd our Souls With thine abundant Grace For which we magnifie thy name Longing to see thy Face When shall our Souls mount up to thee Most Holy Just and True To eat that Bread and drink that Wine Which is for ever new Hymn XV. The Sinners admiration of Divi … Mercy as 148. Psalm VVHO can this love express His Mercy ne're decays â—hat can my Soul do less â—han love him all my days Bless God my Soul … ' n unto Death â—ffering praise With every Breath â—y sins were very high â—his Soul almost in Hell â—et Jesus then drew nigh â—nd caught me as I fell Bless God my Soul â—ven unto Death … flamed Love In every Breath â—ejected Souls may not â—cceptance with him fear â—…o sigh was e're forgot â—e Botltes every Tear Do not dispair â—ecause you see â—ow kind the Lord Has been to me â—ere Lord will I admire â—he wonders of thy Grace â—ill thou shalt call me higher â—here to behold thy face O heighth of Grace Depth of Love â—ow fit me for Thy joys above â—o praise Redeeming Love â—y Soul doth now rejoice Come thou assisting Dove Thou know'st it is my choice My Heart so low Lord thou canst raise Blest Spirit blow And I shall praise Glory to God on high And peace to men below Now Christ in Grace is nigh His Spirit to bestow All Glory then To th' Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn XVI The Conflict O What a War is in my Soul Which fain would be devout Exceeding weary of this fight But dare not yet give out The Flesh and Spirit both contend For this weak Soul of mine That oft I know not what to do But Lord I would be thine I would believe but unbelief Prevails the other way And I have constant cause of grief A longer Night than Day I cry to God these cries declare Whose part my Soul do's take Accept my poor desires whilst I Do this resistance make The Law of Sin Grace will Jar Both dwelling in one Room My Soul expects perpetual War Till I am sent for home Altho' these combates make me fear They shall not cast me down God will give Grace to hold out here And Glory for my Crown My restless Soul shall ne're give o're Until thy Bowels move I 'll not be driv'n Lord from thy Door Till thou shalt say I Love Hymn XVII A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory I Sojourn in a Vail of Tears Alas how can I sing My Harp doth on the Willows hang Distun'd in every string My Musick is a Captives Chain Harsh sounds my Ears do fill How shall I sing sweet Sions Song On this side Sions Hill Yet lo I hear a joyful sound Surely I quickly come Each word much sweetness doth distil Like a full Honey comb And dost thou come my dearest Lord And dost thou surely come And dost thou surely quickly come Methinks I am at home Come then my dearest dearest Lord My sweetest surest friend Come for I Loath these Kedar Tents Thy fiery Chariots send What have I here my thoughts and joys Are all pack'd up and gone My eager Soul would follow them To thine Eternal Throne What have I in this barren Land My Jesus is not here Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until My Jesus doth appear My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n To get a place for me For 't is his will that where he is There should his servants be Canaan I view from Pisgah's top Of Canaans Grapes I taste My Lord who sends unto me here Will send for me at last I have a God that changeth not Why should I be perplext My God that owns me in this World Will Crown me in the next Go fearless then my Soul with God Into another Room Thou who hast long walk'd with him here Go see thy God at home View Death with a Believing Eye It hath an Angels Face And this kind Angel will prefer Thee to an Angels place The Grave is but a fining pot Unto believing Eyes For there the Flesh shall lose its dross And like the Sun shall rise The World which I have lov'd so well Hath mock'd me with its Lies How gladly could I leave behind These vexing vanities My dearest friends all dwell above Them will I go to see And all my friends in Christ below Will soon come after me Fear not the Trumps Earths rending sound Dread not the Day of Doom For he that is to be thy Judge Thy Saviour is become Blest be my God that gives me light Who in the dark did grope Blest be my God the God of love Who causeth me to hope Here the word Signet Comforts Staff And here is Graces Chain By these thy Pledges Lord I know My hopes are not in vain Hymn XVIII Psalm as 148. Gods Mercy the Ground of Mans praise Part I. O Celebrate the Lord And with a grateful mind His benefits record He 's ever good and kind His Glorious Grace And Mercy shines Beyond the lines Of time and place II. O let
thoughts His Soul shall dwell at ease His Seed shall after him enjoy Prosperity and Peace The secrets of his love God will make known to those That fear him and the blessings he Reserves to them disclose Part III. In all my troubles Lord Mine Eyes are towards thee I hope thy goodness at the last From all will set me free Lord turn a gracious Eye To me and Mercy show Great are th' afflictions I endure And find no help below My troubles are enlarg'd Lord send me quick relief Grant me forgiveness of my Sins And then remove my grief Preserve and keep my Soul From shame as well as guilt O never disappoint the hopes That I on thee have built Let my try'd Innocence Find sure supports from thee At length thy chosen People Lord From all their troubles free 46 Psalm TH' Almighty Lord is our defence The strength whereby we stand When troubles their approaches make His help is nigh at hand Our Faith may there remain unmov'd Tho' th' Earth should be displac'd Or tho' into the Sea's vast gulph The Mountains should be cast Altho' the Oceans troubled waves A frightful noise should make Should rise and swell above the Cloud And cause the hills to shake There is a quiet stream makes glad The City of the Lord His presence will secure her peace And timely help afford The Nations rage and threaten War But God is on our side One word of his dissolves their force And daunts their swelling pride See what his hand hath done it draws The Sword out of its sheath And while he gives it leave Triumphs In Slaughter and in Death Then by another Word he makes Destructive Wars to cease He breaks their Arms the bow and spear And Crowns the Earth with Peace Cease then fond Men to strive with God Whose Pow'r is over all For fear lest he exalt himself In your unpitied Fall 23 Psalm as the 100. GOd is my Shepherd who will see That all my wants be still supply'd I shall not be expos'd to wrong Nor left to stray without a guide The Pastures they are fresh and green Where I have ease and sweet repast The Streams are cool and quiet where I quench my thirst and please my taste His Comforts which revives my Soul Life's tedious journey pleasant make And in the peaceful ways of Grace He leads me for his Goodness sake Tho' I should walk where black despair And sorrow casts a dismal shade Thy power and thy tender Care Would chase my fears and make me glad Thou spread'st my Table where my Foes Behold thy bounty and repine To see rich Oils anoint my head And see my Cup o'reflow with Wine Surely the goodness of the Lord Shall still surround me all my days I will frequent thy House and there Display thy Love and sing thy praise 9. Psalm as the 100. VVITH all my Soul I 'll bless the Lord And all his mighty works proclaim Gladness and joy shall fill my heart Whilst I sing praises to his name Th' eternal God from Change secure Has plac'd his Throne in glorious light When he appears to judge the World His sentence will be just and right From him th'oppress'd will find relief He 'll be their refuge in distress No good mans Faith was ever sham'd His Pray'r ne're wanted good success Arise O Lord and interpose To blast the wickeds good success And by thy Terrours make them feel They are but men and so confess Lord I can suffer thy rebukes When thou dost kindly me chastise But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear O let not that against me rise The Lord hath heard my Pray'r and those That gap'd upon me as their Prey Will vex themselves at their defeat And with confusion turn away God will reward the Just mans works As he approves the ways they tread But the smooth paths of Sinners down To Death and to Damnation lead Mark but the good and perfect man And him that 's upright in his ways Mercy attends his happy life And quiet peace concludes his days 37. Psalm as the 100. I 've seen the wicked rise to Pow'r Flourish like Laurels fresh and green But suddenly their ruine came And no remainder could be seen For God whose nature 's good and just Those that his Image have will own They shall continue when the race Of wicked men are overthrown In all th' experience of my life That holy man I ne're could see Whose Alms expos'd himself to want Or brought his race to Beggery The Lord directs a good mans steps And he delighteth in his way He is not ruin'd by his falls God's pow'r is his support and stay Think not mere wealth makes happy men That little which contents the poor Is better far than wicked mens Ill got or ill imployed store He 's wise that 's always doing good And on God's goodness doth relye Thus thy enjoyments he 'll secure And all thy just desires supply Leave thy concerns unto his care In firm dependance on him live He 'll either grant what thou wouldst have Or what he knows is better give Tho' slanders and detracting tongues Like clouds thy righteousness obscure He 'll clear thy innocence the light At noon shall not appear more pure J. C. Death or for Funerals 5. Psalm DEath steals upon us unawares And Digs our Graves unseen Whilst we dispute are full of cares What may be what hath been Shall I be bent on vanity And rottenness to trust Till Death shall lay his hand on me And crumble me to dust What if my Sun should set at Noon If Death should call to day Can'st thou my Soul go off so soon Hast thou no scores to pay Behold my Sands how quick they fall How near I am my Goal Let not my Body be undrest Till thou hast cloath'd my Soul That at the Trumpet 's sound I may Spring from my dusty bed Rejoicing at the voice that calls Arise come forth ye dead O give me Faith and Patience Lord Upon a dying Bed And let my Saviour then afford Supports to heart and head Support my weak and tott'ring Faith If dismal fears annoy My Jesus be my strong defence My Jesus be my joy O Holy Ghost do thou not fail At this time to appear O let thy Spir't and Faith prevail My evidence to clear My Soul in thy sweet hands I trust Now can I sweetly sleep My Body falling to the Dust I leave with thee to keep Mr. B. A Song of Praise at parting of Friends LORD do not say I love thee not And thou wilt not me love Because thy Gospel Cov'nant Grace Doth me so little move 'T is true I love thee not enough Enough who can thee love Thou never can'st be lov'd enough No not in Heav'n above I do not love thee as I would Nor as they do above But had I power to my Will I 'd make my self all love But if indeed I love thee not I know not what I Love 'T is for thy
could not say O dear memorial of that Death That still survives and gives us Breath Live ever Bread of Life and be My Food my Joy and All to me Come glorious Lord my hopes encrease And fill my portion in thy peace Come hidden Life and that long day For which I languish come away When this dry Soul those Eyes shall see And drink th' unseal'd source of Thee When glorious Sun Faith's shade shall chase And for thy Veil give me thy Face Hymn LIX as 25 Psalm COme mild and holy Dove Descend into our Breast Do thou in us make us in Thee Forever dwell and rest Come and spread o're our heads Thy soft all cher'shing Wing That in its shade we safely sit And to thee praises sing To thee who gives us Life Our better Life of Grace Who gives us breath and strength and speed To run and win our race If by the way we faint Thou reachest forth thy Hand If our own weakness makes us fail Thou mak'st our weakness stand When we are sliding back Thou dost our dangers stop When we again alas are fall'n Again thou tak'st us up Else there we still must lye And still sink lower down Our hope to rise is all from Thee Our ruin's all our own O our ingrateful Souls What shall our dulness do For him that does all this for us Only our love to woo We love thee then dear Lord But thou must give that Love We 'll humbly beg it of thy Grace But thou our Prayers must move Oh hear thine own self speak For thou in us dost pray Thou can'st as quickly grant as ask Thy Grace knows no delay Glory to thee O Lord One Co-eternal Three To Father Son and Holy Ghost One equal glory be Of Praise and Hope MY God had I my Breath from Thee This pow'r to speak and sing And shall my Voice and shall my Song Praise any but their King My God had I my Soul from thee This power to Judge and Chuse And shall my Brain and shall my Will Their best to thee refuse Alas not this alone nor that Hast thou bestow'd on me But all I have and shall I hope I have and hope from Thee And more I have and more I hope Then I can speak or think Thy blessings first refresh then fill Then overflows the brink But though my voice and fancy be Too low to reach thy praise Yet both shall strain thy glorious name High as they can to raise Hymn LX. For the Morning as 100 Psalm OPen mine Eyes my Soul and see Once more the Light returns to thee Look round about and chuse the Way Thou mean'st to travel o're to day Think on the dangers thou may'st meet And always watch thy sliding Feet Think where thou once hast fall'n before And mark the place and fall no more Think on the helps that God bestows And cast to Steer thy Life by those Think on the sweets thy Soul did feel When thou didst well and do so still Think on the pains that shall torment Those stubborn Souls that ne're Repent Think on the Joys that wait above To Crown the Head of Holy Love Think what at last will be thy part If thou go'st on where now thou art See Life and Death set thee to chuse One thou must take and one refuse O my dear Lord guide thou my course And draw me on with thy sweet force Still make me walk still make me tend By thee my way to thee my end All glory to the Sacred three One undivided Deity As it has been in ages gone May now and ever still be done Hymn LXI The Common Tune for the Evening NOW O my Soul the day is gone Which in the Morn was thine It 's emptied Glass no more shall run It 's Sun no longer shine 'T is true alas the day is gone O were it only so Is it not lost as well as done Cast up thy Counts and know Art thou got so much nearer Heav'n As nearer to the Grave Has thy Hearts grief a fitness giv'n Sin 's Pardon to receive From what base vice hast thou refrain'd To break the Course of Sin Or what new vertue hast thou gain'd To make thee rich within There time is well bestow'd on those Who well their time bestow Whose main concern still forward goes Whose hopes still riper grow Who when the warning Clocks proclaim Another hour is past Have the wise art to set their aim And thoughts upon their last This sad Life's last and happiest hour Which brings them to their home Where they shall sing and bless the Pow'r That made them thither come O my dear Lord of Life and Death The ever-living King Since thou dost give to all their Breath May all thy glory sing FINIS BOOKS Printed for Tho. Parkhurst THE Rod or the Sword the Present Dilemma of the Nations of England Scotland and Ireland Considered Argued and Improved in a Discourse from Ezekiel Chap. 21. Ver. 13. The Confirming Work of Religion Or It s Great Things made plain by their Primary Evidences and Demonstrations Whereby the meanest in the Church may soon be made able to render a Rational account of their Faith The Present Aspect of our Times and of the Extraordinary Conjunction of Things therein In a Rational View and Prospect of the same as it respects the Publick Hazard and Safety of Brittain in this Day Both Writ by R. Fleming Author of the Fulfilling of the Scriptures A Family Altar Erected to the Honour of the Eternal God Or a Solemn Essay to promote the Worship of God in Private Houses Being some Meditations on Genesis 35. 2 3. The Best Entail Or Dying Parents Living Hopes for their surviving Children grounded upon the Covenant of Gods Grace with Believers and their Seed Being a short Discourse upon 2 Sam. 23. 5. Wherein is a Collection of several Covenant-Promises to support the Faith and some Pleas to direct and quicken the Prayers of Gods Covenanted People for their surviving Posterity Both Written by Oliver Heywood Minister of the Gospel An Account of the Blessed Trinity argued from the Nature and Perfection of the Supream Spirit Coincident with the Scripture Doctrine in all the Articles of the Catholick Creeds together with its 1 Mystical 2 Foederal 3 Practical Vses in the Christian Religion By William Burrough ERRATA PAge 10. line 11. read prolongs p. 21. l. 22. r. in p. 24 l. 9. r. through these p. 25. l. 2. r. ere it be long p. 26. l. 14. r. any thing p. 27. l. 14. r. binds p. 28. l. 12. r. thee l. 16. r. God p. 33. l. 10 11. r. heigths p. 35. l. 18. r. Bottles p. 35. l. 27. r. heigth p. 37. l. 13. r. Vale p. 39. l. 21. r. here 's p. 41. l. 1. r. I p. 43. l. 6. r. curl'd p. 48. l. 13. r. wast l. 25. r. Made p. 49. l. 19. r. worlds p. 53. l. 4. r. Grace p. 55. l. 2. r. flatt'ring p. 59. l. 14. r. mere l. 22. r. fluid l. 27. r. There p. 71. l. 3. r. Clouds p. 72. l. 5. r. revive p. 76. l. 23. r. in p. 95. l. 11. r. slights p. 99. l. 11. r. all