Ear Do not my mournful voice dispise But my Petition hear I do confess that I receiv'd My very shape in sin In it my Mother me conceiv'd And brought me forth therein Numberless evils compass me My sins do me assail More than my very hairs they be So that my heart doth fail But there is Mercy to be had With thee and pardoning Grace That men may be incouraged With fear to seek thy face Have Mercy Lord and pity take On me in this distress For thine abundant mercy sake Blot out my wickedness My youthful sins do thou deface Keep them not on record But after thine abundant Grace Remember me O Lord. Lord hide thy face from all my sins And my misdeeds deface O God make clean my heart within Renew it with thy Grace From every presumptuous crime Thy Servant Lord restrain And let them not at any time The least dominion gain Blessed is he to whom the Lord Imputeth not his sin Whose heart hath all deceit abhorr'd And guile's not found therein O then let joy and gladness speak And let me hear their voice That so the bones which thou didst break May feelingly rejoice Then bless the living Lord my Soul His glorious praise proclaim Let all my inward powers extol And bless his holy name Forget not all his benefits But bless the Lord my Soul Who all thy trespasses remits And makes thee sound and whole Behold what wondrous love on us The Father hath bestow'd That we should be advanced thus And call'd the Sons of God Because thy loving kindness is Better than length of days And preciouser than life its self My Lips shall speak thy praise With Marrow and sweet Fatness fill'd My thankful Soul shall be My Mouth shall join with joyful lips In giving praise to thee For whom have I in Heaven but thee Nor is there any one In all the World desir'd of me Besides thy self alone Tho' flesh consume and heart be broke And all do fail me sore Yet God's my hearts unshaken Rock And portion evermore The path of Life thou wilt shew me With thee are all the Treasures Of Joy and at thy right hand be The everlasting pleasures Goodness and Mercy all my days Shall surely follow me And in the house of God always My dwelling place shall be Lord all thy works do speak thy praise And thee thy Saints shall bless They shall proclaim thy Kingdoms fame And thy great power express Thy Kingdom everlasting is Its glory hath no end And thine alone Dominion Thro' Ages doth extend Glory to the Eternal God In his transcendent place Let peace on Earth make her abode Let men receive his Grace The Elders and the blessed Saints Who do thy Throne surround Do never cease by night or day These praises to resound The Song of Moses and the Lamb They sing with one accord Great are thy works and marvellous Almighty God our Lord. Just are thy ways thou King of Saints And true is all thy word Who would not fear and glorifie Thy holy name O Lord The Lamb is worthy that was slain Of Power and Renown Of Wisdom Honour and to wear The Royal Glorious Crown For thou our Souls redeemed hast By thy most precious Blood And made us Kings and Sacred Priests To the Eternal God Let the exalted Heav'ns rejoice And let the Earth be glad The Sea with its applauding noise Triumphant praise shall add O bless the Lord all ye his Hosts And Ministers of his And all his works throughout all Coasts Where his Dominion is Bless thou the Lord my Soul my mouth His praises shall proclaim Bless him all flesh all that hath breath Praise ye the Lord's great name To Father Son and Holy Ghost All Glory be therefore As our Baptism doth oblige Both now and evermore A small Collection from Mr. Burgess Heaven's King my careful Shepherd is I am his Pasture Sheep 'T were strange if I should come to want For he doth never sleep His Word and Ordinances are Fat Pastures unto me In them he leads me where the streams Of Grace and Peace run free Surely thy goodness and free grace Shall reach me all my days And let my life be long or short I 'll spend it in thy praise Blessing and Glory and Renown Then give we altogether To him that on the Throne sets down And to the Lamb for ever Hymn VI. for the Sabbath D. B. COme let us set to Angels work Yea Lord I 'll sing thy praise I will proclaim thy wondrous Grace Thy Honour we will raise Thanksgiving is a heavenly work 'T is all in Heaven they do To thank and praise the Lord most high On Earth 't is sweet work too Let all the World shout at the Just God will be their high Tower And such a Fort that all the World Shall ne're one Saint devour Of silly babes and sucklings weak Thou mak'st the Church so strong That it confounds the Gates of Hell That seek to do it wrong My Thoughts are much too big for words When to thy Heavens I look And view the Moon and Stars most high Thy glorious lovely book Then bless my Soul and all my powers Bless ye Jehovahs name As ye were born to do the Saints Do always praise the same Thro' Christ he pardons all our sins And blots out our misdeeds He heals our outward maladies And supplies all our needs He hath the Keys of Hell and Death The Souls of men to save He in his kindness bore the Cross That we the Crown might have Bless bless my Soul that Lord and God Whose benefits ingage His benefits of every hour Who can count in an Age For this his loving kindnesses He 's sooner reconcil'd Than any tender Father is To his Repenting Child To Father Son and Holy Ghost c. For the Sabbath O Blessed are ye Saints above How active is your state You ever bless the Lord your God Not at our broken Rate They never pray but always praise They endless Sabbaths keep They never shut their Eyes or Mouths Their rest is free from sleep But oh how weak are crawling Worms How short's our Sabbath days We dye more hours by far in sleep Than we do live in praise O Glorious God accept our Wills And Weaknesses forgive We wish our Souls were like the Saints Unlike them as we live They all were once as weak as we Lord grant we be not long That we may be as strong as they And sing their heavenly song â—ord what is life without thy love 'T is but a sorry thing What makes the Court of Heav'n above Thy Presence 't is great King 〈◊〉 do not envy great mens state Nor pine to see their store Take they the World give me thy Love I 'm Rich and they are Poor Hymn VII Another for the Sabbath day O God whose glorious Majesty We can so little praise â—Tis but a few and weary hours And those the best of days Heaven be the land of praise Lord why
For Life it self without thy love No rellish do's afford No other Joys can equal this To serve and praise the Lord. I 'll therefore make my Pray'rs to thee And bless thee whilst I live This like the choicest dainties will Both food and pleasure give When others sleep my wakeful thoughts Present thee to my mind And in the night I think how good My God has been and kind Since thou alone hast been my help To thee alone I fly And on thy watchful Providence With chearfulness rely Dangers whilst thou art near to me Do threaten me in vain When I keep close to God his care And pow'r will me sustain 65 Psalm As the 100. PRaises in Sion wait for thee And there the vow perform'd shall be To the O God that hearest Pray'r All flesh shall chearfully repair Our Sins may justly put a stop To all that good from thee we hope Thy Mercy do's those fears allay For this will purge our sins away O happy they that may draw near To thee and in thy Courts appear For these shall all refreshments have Thy house can give or they can crave By thy amazing wonders thou Thy kindness to the good dost shew The ends of th' Earth in thee confide And th' Isles that in the Sea reside Thy Care prevents a threatning Dearth Thou visitest the thirsty Earth Show'rs to enrich her barren Womb From thy full springs above do come The Wilderness refresht with Rain Tho' parcht before now springs again The little Hills new Garments wear And in their youthful green appear Flocks are the Cloathing of the Plains The Vails are cover'd o'er with grain All Nature seems to shout and sing To welcome in the hopeful spring 51 Psalm BEhold O Lord my sinful Soul To thee for Mercy flies Thy Mercy boundless is blot out all mine iniquities Oh! wash away my Crimes for thou Alone canst make me clean I now confess my guilt amaz'd To see how vile I 've been I was conceiv'd and born in Sin So prone to do amiss But Purity and Truth of Heart To thee most pleasing is Shew thou art reconcil'd as these Whom Hysop sprinkles know They are absolv'd thy Grace can wash And make me white as Snow My Sins have forfeited the joys And peace that once I had Thy voice would heal my broken bones Thy pardon make me glad Create in me O Lord a Heart Unspotted in thy sight Renew in me a mind unmov'd from goodness and upright Lord do not cast me from thy sight As one thou canst not love Nor let thy Spir't tho' griev'd so much Its Grace from me remove My open'd lips shall sing thy praise For this thou dost desire Rather than Sacrifice of Beasts Consumed in the Fire Thou dost a broken contrite heart More than all off'rings prise This present now I humbly bring Which God will not despise 42. Psalm and part of 43. as 100. O God the spring of all my joys For thee I long to thee I look No chased Hart do's pant so much After the cooling Water-brook Less grief it is to be exil'd From mine own house than Lord from thine O how I wish t' approach that place Where all thy glories use to shine Why should I cherish these sad thoughts Whence nought but perturbation flows Since they procure not what I wish Why should they hinder my repose I 've learnt this remedy at last To keep my passions calm and still I 'm nearer help by hope in God And resignation to his Will 43. Thou Righteous Judge of all the World Be thou my gracious Advocate And clear mine Innocence from those Whose craft is equal to their hate Thy mercy and thy truth display That by the conduct of thy light Thy Courts I may attain and there May have of thee a fuller sight T' approach thy presence would revive My Spir't and all my gladness raise Where I thy goodness would proclaim With Soul inlargements in thy praise 39. Psalm as 100. for a Funeral LORD teach me when my latter end And number of my days I view To measure right my self and them How I am frail and they are few My days extent is but a span Mine age is nothing unto thee Man in his flourishing estate Is altogether vanity A shadow 's all that he pursues But his vexations Real are He heaps up wealth and knows not who Shall reap the profit of his care Let others foolishly expect How kind this flatt'ring World will prove I 'll seek my God alone to please And be ambitious of his love How weak and nothing we appear When God for Sin doth man chastise Like garments fretted by the Moth So all his beauty ruin'd lies My poor petitions Lord regard And to my mournful cry give ear A wandring stranger here on Earth I am as all my Fathers were Lord my decaying strength repair And spare me yet a while that I May make my peace with thee before I go away from hence and dye 27. Psalm as 119. TO my Petitions Lord return An answer full of Grace Thy face thou bad'st me seek and I Resolve to seek thy face Lord do not in displeasure hide Thy face nor me reject Those succours I have had before From thee I still expect My Parents love is not so great As thine nor care so large When they forsake me I become Still more thy care and charge Lord let me plainly see the way Where I may safely tread Avoiding all the cunning snares Mine Enemies have laid How wretched had I been when I With troubles was opprest Had I not hop't thy Mercy would Secure my peace and rest Wait still on God my Soul from him Courage and strength derive Tho' he delay he will at length Thy fainting heart revive 25. Psalm in its proper tune TO God I make my Pray'r In him my trust repose O let me not become a scorn Or triumph to my Foes Let no events deject Their Souls that wait on thee Let disappointments shame their hopes That deal perfidiously The ways thou Lord dost chuse Make me to know aright And teach me always to perform What 's pleasing in thy sight From the streight paths of Truth Ne're let me go astray From thee my Saviour I beg Direction every day Lord call to mind that love Thou didst of old express How thou hast graciously reliev'd Thy Servants in distress Into my youthful sins No strict enquiry make Those early faults O Lord forgive For thine own goodness sake Part II. God who is good and just Will erring Souls instruct Their wandring steps he will to paths Of holiness conduct The humble Souls he 'll guide And teach the meek his way Kindness and truth express to such As his just laws obey Incourag'd by thy Grace For mercy I intreat Pardon my sins O Lord that are Both numerous and great Who is that happy man That fears the Lord above He 'll ever lead him in the ways That he himself doth love Possess'd with quiet
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
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
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
Eternizing his Name Part VII God is to be praised for his dreadful Majesty and wonderful Works I. He sits on an Eternal Throne With Mercy cloth'd and Might The works his hands hath wrought alone Are still his hearts delight II. If in his Robes of Majesty He to the Earth draw near Or cast from Heav'n a flaming Eye Th' Earth trembling faints for fear III. Of if he his Almighty hand On th'Mountains heads doth lay The Mountains can no longer stand But smoke and melt away IV. I will extol with noble Praise This mighty God and King While vital Breath prolong my days His Praises I will sing V. My heart and tongue with holy strife Shall in his Praises be Continual Rivals all my life For Joy one Jubilee VI. Let those who do this Lord despise And ' gainst his Law rebel As Rebels fall and never rise But sink from Earth to Hell VII But Oh my Soul my ravisht Heart Praise thou th' Almighty King Let all his Subjects bear a part And Hallelujah sing Hymn II. as the 148 Psalm COme Hallelujah sing Jehovah's Praise proclaim From Heav'n till Earth do ring I' th heights extol his fame His Glory raise Ye Armiesall Angelical With glorious Praise Thy Beams O Sun by day Thy Rayes O Moon by night Unto his Praise display Praise him ye Stars of Light His Praise declare Ye Heav'ns above And Clouds that move I'th'empty Air O let them praise the Name Of this all-glorious Lord For at his call they came Created by his Word For ever he Hath fix'd them fast For there he past A firm Decree The Lord who all things keeps Praise ye from Earth below Ye Dragons and all deeps Ye Fire and Hail and Snow And Vapours stirr'd By stormy Winds Which he doth bind Or loose by 's Word Ye Mountains which do raise Your Heads to Heav'n and all Ye Hills and Mountains praise Fruit-trees and Cedars tall Beasts wild and tame Each creeping thing All Birds of wing Exalt his Name Ye Kings of great command And Men of meaner birth Ye potent Princes and All Judges of the Earth Both Young Men all Maids in their prime Men hoard with time And Children small O let them joyn and raise Jehovah's Name on high His Name 's above their praise Exalted gloriously With Rayes Divine His Glory bright Obscures Earth's Light And th' Heavens out-shine Gloria Patri To th'Father and the Son And Holy Ghost now be All glory unto one True God and Persons three As 't was is when Times measure ends His Praise transcends All time Amen The Angels and Churches Hymn Glory to God on high And Peace to Men below Now God in Grace is nigh And Blessings to bestow All Glory then To th'Father too The Son also And Spirit Amen Hymn III. as 148 Psalm D. W. GIve laud unto the Lord From the Coelestial Coasts All ye his Praise record His Angels and his Hosts Him glorifie Sun Moon and Stars Yea highest Spheres And cloudy Sky O let them praise his Name Since made by his command Who ' stablish'd all the frame Perpetually to stand He also made A firm Decree Which needs must be By them obey'd Praise God from Earth below Ye Dragons and all Deeps Fire Hail Clouds Wind and Snow Whom in command he keeps Hills low and high Trees all that grow Beasts swift or slow Fouls all that flie Kings and the vulgar throng Princes and Judges all Yea men and maidens young Old men and children small Praise ye his name Who 's name alone As th' only one Extol in fame Whose glory bright doth blaze Above the Earth and Sky Of all his Saints the praise He sets their Horn on high Even those that spring Of Israel's race Much in his Grace His praises sing Hymn III. as the 148 Psalm YE holy Angels bright Which stand before Gods Throne And dwell in glorious light Praise ye the Lord each one You there so nigh Fitter than we Dark sinners be For things so high You blessed Souls at rest Who see your Saviours face Whose glory ev'n the least Is far above our Grace God's praises sound As in his sight With sweet delight You do abound All Nations of the Earth Extol the Worlds great King With melody and mirth His glorious praises sing For he still reigns And will bring low The proudest foe That him disdains Sing forth Jehovah's praise Ye Saints that on him call Magnifie him always His holy Churches all In him rejoice And there proclaim His Holy Name With sounding voice My Soul bear thou thy part Triumph in God above With a well tuned heart Sing thou the Songs of love Thou art his own Whose pretious blood Shed for thy good His love made known He did in love begin Renewing thee by Grace Forgiving all thy Sin Shew'd thee his pleased Face He did thee heal By his own merit And by his Spirit He did thee Seal In saddest thoughts and grief In sickness fears and pain I cry'd for his relief And did not cry in vain He heard with speed And still I found Mercy abound In time of need Let not his praises grow On prosp'rous heighths alone But in the Vales below Let his great love be known Let no distress Curb and Controul My Winged Soul And Praise suppress Part II. Let not the fear or smart Of his chastising Rod Take off my fervent Heart From praising my dear God Still let me kneel And to him bring This offering What e're I feel Tho' I lose friends and wealth And bear reproach and shame Tho' I lose ease and health Still let me praise Gods name That fear and pain Which would destroy My thanks and joy Do thou restrain Tho' humane help depart And Flesh draw near to dust Let Faith keep up my Heart To love God true and just And all my Days Let no disease Cause me to cease His joyful praise Tho' sin would make me doubt And fill my Soul with fears Tho' God seem to shut out My daily Cries and Tears By no such frost Of sad delays Let thy sweet praise Be nipt and lost Away distrustful care I have thy promise Lord To banish all despair I have thy Oath and Word And therefore I Shall see thy face And there thy Grace Shall Magnifie Tho' sin and death conspire To rob thee of thy praise Towards thee I 'll aspire And thou dull hearts canst raise Open thy door And when grim death Shall stop his breath I 'll praise thee more With thy triumphant flock Then I shall numbred be Built on th' eternal Rock His Glory we shall see The Heav'ns so high With praise shall ring And all shall sing In harmony The Sun is but a spark From the eternal Light Its brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight There the whole choire With one accord Shall praise the Lord For evermore Hymn V. of three parts 1. Confession 2. Petition 3. Thanks-giviâ—â—… Coll. LORD from the horrid deep my cries Ascend unto thine
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
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 Sâ—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