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be almighty, and
divine.
Hymn 1:5.
Submission to afflictive providences, Job 1. 21.
1 Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to
the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are
but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.
3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives, and (blessed be his name!)
He takes but what he gave.
4 Peace, all our angry passions, then,
Let each rebellious sigh
Be
silent at his sov'reign will,
And every murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And
we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.
Hymn 1:6.
Triumph over death, Job 19. 25-27.
1 Great God, I own thy sentence just
And nature must decay;
I yield
my body to the dust
To dwell with fellow-clay.
2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs:

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.
3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear
High on a royal seat,
And
Death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Tho' greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,

When God shall build my bones again,
He clothes them all afresh.
5 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,
And
feast upon thy unknown grace
With pleasure and surprise.
Hymn 1:7.
The invitation of the gospel; or, Spiritual
food and
clothing, Isa. 55. 1 &c.
1 Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice,
The trumpet
of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And
vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind,
3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul reviving feast,
And bids your
longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,
Here
you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in
abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 [Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain
To
weave a garment of your own
That will not hide your sin,
7 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepar'd by God,

Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own blood.]
8 Dear God, the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep
as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.
9 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day,
Lord,
we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

Hymn 1:8.
The safety and protection of the church, Isa. 26. 1-6.
1 How honourable is the place
Where we adoring stand,
Zion the
glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land!
2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend
The city where we dwell,
The
walls of strong salvation made,
Defy th' assaults of hell.
3 Lift up the everlasting gates,
The doors wide open fling,
Enter, ye
nations, that obey
The statutes of our King.
4 Here you shall taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace,

You that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventur'd on his grace.
5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,
And banish all your fears;

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years.
6 [What tho' the rebels dwell on high,
His arm shall bring them low,

Low' as the caverns of the grave
Their lofty heads shall bow.]
7 [On Babylon our feet shall tread
In that rejoicing hour,
The ruins
of her walls shall spread
A pavement for the poor.]
Hymn 1:9.
The promises of the covenant of grace, Isa. 55. 1 2.
Zech.
13. 1. Mich. 7. 19. Ezek. 36. 25 &c.
1 In vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind,
The
choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 Come and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat,

With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.
3 Our God will every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;

He gives by covenant and by oath
The riches of his grace.
4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our

stains,
In the dear fountain that his Son
Pour'd from his dying veins.
5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away
Tho' black as hell before;
Our
sins shall sink beneath the sea,
And shall be found no more.
6 And lest pollution should o'erspread
Our inward powers again,

His Spirit shall bedew our souls
Like purifying rain.]
7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing,
That terrors cannot move,

That fears no threat'nings of his wrath,
Shall be dissolv'd by love;
8 Or he can take the flint away
That would not be refin'd,
And from
the treasures of his grace
Bestow a softer mind.
9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law,

And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
10 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise,

We the dear people of his love,
And he our God of grace.
Hymn 1:10.
The blessedness of gospel times; or, The revelation of

Christ to Jews and Gentiles,