Now let the Lord my Saviour fmile,
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar,
Now fall py inward joys arise,
O for an overcoming faith,
O! if my foul were form'd for wo,
O the almighty Lord,
O the delights, the heav'nly joys,
Often I feek my Lord by night,
Once more my foul the rising day,
Our days alas! our mortal days,
Our God how firm his promise ftands,
Our fins alas! how strong they be,
Our fouls shall magnify the Lord,
Our fpirits join t' adore the Lamb,
Plung'd in a gulf of dark defpair,
Praife, everlasting praife, be paid,
Rife, rife, my foul, and leave the ground,
Saints, at your Father's heav'nly word,
Salvation! O the joyful found,
Raife thee my foul, fly up, and run,
Raife your triumphant fongs,
See where the great incarnate God,
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood,
Shall we go on to fin,
Shall Wifdom cry aloud,
Shine mighty God! on Britain fhine,
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys,
Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts,
Sing to the Lord ye heav'nly hosts,
Sitting around our Father's board,
So did the Hebrew prophet raise,
So let our lips and lives exprefs,
So newborn babes defire the breast,
Stand up my foul, shake off thy fears,
Stoop down my thoughts that ufe to rife,
Strait is the way, the door is strait,
Terrible God that reign'ft on high,
That awful day will furely come,
Thee we adore, Eternal Name!
The glories of my maker God,
The God of mercy be ador'd,
The King of glory fends his Son,
The lands that long in darkness lay,
The law by Mofes came,
The law commands and makes us know,
The Lord declares his will,
The Lord defcending from above,
The Lord on high proclaims,
The mem'ry of our dying Lord,
The promise of my Father's love,
The promise was divinely free,
The true Meffiah now appears,
The voice of my Beloved founds,
The wond'ring world inquires to know,
There is a houfe not made with hands,
There is a land of pure delight,
There's no ambition fwells my heart,
There was an hour when Chrift rejoic'd,
Thefe glorious minds how bright they shine,
This is the word of truth and love,
Thou whom my foul admires above,
Thus did the fons of Abra'm pafs,
Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus faith the first the great command,
Thus faith the high and lofty One,
Thus faith the Ruler of the skies,
Thus faith the mercy of the Lord,
Thus faith the wifdom of the Lord,
Thy favours Lord furprise our fouls,
Time what an empty vapour 't is,
'Tis by the faith of joys to come,
'Tis from the treasures of his word,
'Tis not the law of ten commands,
To God the only wife,
To him that chofe us first,
Vain are the hopes the fons of men,
Vain are the hopes that rebels place,
Unfhaken as the facred hill,
Up to the fields where angels lie,
Up to the Lord that reigns on high,
We are a garden wall'd around,
We blefs the Prophet of the Lord,
We fing th' amazing deeds,
We fing the glories of thy love,
Welcome fweet day of reft,
Well, the Redeemer's gone,
What diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin,
What equal honours fhall we bring,
What happy men or angels thefe,
What mighty man or mighty God,
Whence do our mournful thoughts arife,
When I can read my title clear,
When in the light of faith divine,
When I furvey the wondrous crofs,
When we are rais'd from deep distress,
When ftrangers ftand and hear me tell,
When the first parents of our race,
When the great builder stretch'd the skies,
Where are the mourners faith the Lord,
Who can describe the joys that rife,
Who has believ'd thy word,
Who is this fair one in distress,
Who fhall the Lord's elect condemn,
Why did the Jews proclaim their rage,
Why does your face ye humble fouls,
Why do ye mourn departing friends,
Why is my heart fo far from thee,
Why should the children of a king,
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