2 'Tis his almighty love, His counfel and his care; Preferves us fafe from fin and death, 3 He fhall prefent his faints, 4 Then all the chofen feed, Shall meet around his throne; 5 To our redeeming God, Wifdom and pow'r belongs; HYMN 62.AMESBURY, I NOME let us a-new, COME Cour journey purfue, Roll round with the year, And never stand ftill till our Mafter appear. Let us gladly fulfil; And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life is a dream, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay: The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 3 O that each in the day, "I have fought my way thro', " I have finish'd the work thou did't give me to do!" O that each from the Lord May receive the glad word: Enter into my joy, and fit down on my 'HA throne." HYMN 63.SHELDON. 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, Our stubborn fins will fight and reign, 3 'Tis love that makes our chearful feet The devils know and tremble too- 4 This is the grace that lives and fings, When join'd to that harmonious throng, Then fhall we tune our golden harps, H1 HYMN 64. HAL TO NASI ITHER ye poor, ye fick, ye blind, A fin diforder'd trembling throng," To you the gofpel calls, To you Meffiah's bleffings all belongs. 2 Reafon's and Virtue's boafting fons Derive no bleffing from his tree; For finners only Jefus dy'd, Then fure I hear he dy'd for me. 3 'Twas with our grief Meffiah groan'd, 'Twas with our guilt his foul was try'd; Our punishment he took, he bore, And finners liv'd when Jefus dy’d. 4 Awake each heart, arife each foul I And join the blissful choirs above; May nothing tune our future fongs, But heavenly wisdom, heavenly love. HYMN 65-BENNINGTON. HALL Hail! thou Galilean King! Who didft fuffer to releafe us, Who didft free falvation bring! Hail! thou glorious God and Saviour, 2 Jefus, hail! enthron'd in glory, All the heav'nly hofts adore thee, G There for finners thou art pleading, 3 Worship, honour, power, and bleffing, HYMN 66. LEINSTER. ! every one that thirfts draw nigh, 'Tis God invites the fallen race; Mercy and free falvation buy, Buy wine, and milk, and gofpel grace! Come, to the living waters, come, Sinners, obey your Maker's call! Return ye weary wand'rers home, And find my grace reach'd out to all. 2 See! from the rock a fountain rife, For you in healing ftreams it rolls; Money ye need not bring nor price, Ye lab'ring, weary, fin-fick fouls : Nothing ye in exchange fhall give, Leave all you have and are behind; Frankly the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jefus find, HYMN 69. BATH. EAR object of our ftrong defire, 'DE How long protracted is thy day; When bursting forth in vivid fire, Thy teeming glories thou'lt display: With various ills encompafs'd round, Maintaining still difputed grounds; Lo! patience waits a filent maid, By hope in azure robe array'd." 2 She waits for fure not diftant far, The day that all our mis'ry heals The thunder or thy burning wheels: The trumpets founds! the dead arife! 15 Jefus triumphant thro' the skies, Defcends his kingdom to maintain, And pour the glories of his reign. HYMN 68. 'IN WORCESTER. N this world of fin and forrow, From eternity we borrow, Hope that can exclude dispair: Raife our earth-born fouls to thee. 2 Place that aweful fcene before us |