CCCLXXXII.

Common Metre.

WATTS.

Be ye followers of them, who through Faith and Patience are now inheriting the Promifes.

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IVE me the wings of faith to rife
Within the veil, and fee

The faints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
And wrestled hard, as we do now,
With fins, and doubts, and fears.

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I ask them, whence their victory came ?
They, with united breath,

Afcribe their conqueft to the Lamb,
Who triumphed in his death.

4 They marked the path their Leader trod,
His zeal infpired their breast;

And following the beloved of God
Poffefs the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;

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While the long cloud of witneffes
Shew the fame path to heaven.

CCCLXXXIII.

Short Metre. WATTS.

The Birth of CHRIST.-For Christmas Day.

EHOLD the grace appear, The bleffing promised long; Angels announce the Saviour near, In this applauding fong.

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"Glory to God on high,

"And heavenly peace on earth,
"Good will to men, to angels joy,
"At your Redeemer's birth."
In worship fo divine

Shall man his part refrain ?
Forbid it love! the fong we join
In fympathetic ftrain.

"Glory to God on high,

"And heavenly peace on earth, "Good will to men, to angels joy, "At our Redeemer's birth.'

CCCLXXXIV.

Proper Metre.

UNKNOWN.

Providence of GOD in the Seafons of the Year.

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ET thanks to thee, all fovereign power, arife, Who fixed the mountains, and who spread the skies;

From the glad climes, whence morn in beauty dreft,
Forth goes rejoicing to the farthest west..

On thee alone our whole dependance lies,
And thy rich mercy every want fupplies :
O thou great Author of th' extended whole!
Revolving seasons praise thee as they roll.

3 By thee fpring, fummer, autumn, winter rife,
Thou giv'ft the frowning, thou the fmiling fkies;
By thy command the foftening fhower diftils,
'Till genial warmth the teeming furrow fills.

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Then favouring fun-fhine o'er the clime extends, And bleft by thee the verdant blade ascends; Next fpring's gay products clothe the flowery hills, And joy the wood, and joy the valley fills.

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Anon thy bounty fwells the golden ear, And bids the harvest crown the fruitful year: Thus all thy works a glorious worship raife, The fair defign is the Creator's praise.

CCCLXXXV. Proper Metre. ROSCOMMON. Praife to GOD from all Nature.

AZURE vaults! O cryftal fky;
The world's transparent canopy,
Break into tranfport, and let mortals know
How proudly you look down on things below.
2 O light! thou fairest, first of things,
From whom all joy, all beauty fprings;
Praise the almighty Ruler of the globe,
Who ufeth thee as his imperial robe.

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Great Eye of all! whofe glorious ray
Rules the great empire of the day;

O praise his name, without whose purer light
Thou hadst been hid in an abyss of night.
Ye moon and planets! who difpenfe
influence';
By God's command your

Refign to him, as to your Maker due,
That homage which man's folly pays to you.

Mountains, who to your Maker's view
Are less than mole-hills feem to you;

Praife him, who did all forms from chaos draw,
Him, whofe command is univerfal law.

6 Ye mifts and vapours, hail and fnow,

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And you who thro' the concave blow,
Swift to perform the mandates of his word,
Whirlwinds and tempests! praise th' almighty Lord.
Praise him, ye monfters of the deep,

That in the fea's vaft bofom fleep!

At whofe command the foaming billows roar,
Yet know their limits, tremble, and adore.

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Praise him, old monuments of time,

O praise him, ye in youthful prime :
Praife him, who fhine in beauty's excellence,
And praise him, thou fweet age of innocence.
Let the wide world his praifes fing,

From whom its various bleffings spring:
Let echoing anthems make his praises known
On earth his footftool, as in heaven his throne.

CCCLXXXVI. Proper Metre. WATTS.
The last Judgment.

HE Lord of glory fends his fummons forth, Calls the fouth nations, and awakes the north, From eaft to weft the fovereign orders fpread, Thro' diftant worlds to regions of the dead. The trumpet founds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices. Heaven, earth and hell draw near; before me come; While I affign to each their proper doom:

But gather firft my faints, the brave and good, Whom every trial has approved to God. Ye good of every age, join all your voices, And raise your modeft heads, while heaven rejoices. Ye bleffed come; while angels fpread your thrones, And near me feat my favourites, and my fons: Ye bleffed come; poffefs the joys prepared

Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward. Ye pure of heart, wake every cheerful paffion; Welcome your hour, the hour of your falvation.

PAUSE.

I turn to you, ye felf-condemned band! Juftice demands your fentence at my hand; No longer mercy can fufpend the doom: Depart to regions of the deepest gloom. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; confternation Broods thro' their ranks, and awful expectation. 5 Not

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Not for the want of goats and bullocks flain Do I condemn you, offerings poor and vain ; And vain your tricks and arts, your cringing bows, Your folemn chatterings, and fantastic vows. God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can fcreen the guilty, when his anger rifes.

Silent I waited with long-fuffering love; But could ye hope that I should ne'er reprove? Your hour is come: to God, ye good, ascend; Ye guilty to the hell you chofe, defcend. Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye faints, with cheerful voices.

CCCLXXXVII. Common Metre. POPE.

Univerfal Prayer, for an humble, upright, charitable, devout and contented Mind.

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ATHER of all in every age,

In every clime adored,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

2 Thou great first cause, least understood ! Who all my fense confined

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To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,
To fee the good from ill;
And, binding nature faft in fate,
Left free the human will.

4 What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to fhun,
That more than heaven pursue.