Here at thy cross my dying God,
High as the heav'ns above the ground,
High on a hill of dazzling light,
Hofanna to the Prince of light,
Hofanna to the royal Son,
Hofanna, with a cheerful found,
How are thy glories here difplay'd,
How beauteous are their feet,
How can I fink with such a prop,
How condescending and how kind,
How full of anguish is the thought,
How heavy is the night,
How honourable is the place,
How large the promise, how divine,
How oft' have fin and Satan ftrove,
How rich are thy provifions Lord,
How fad our state by nature is,
I'm not afham'd to own my Lord,
I fend the joys of earth away,
I fing my Saviour's wondrous death,
Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear,
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high,
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold,
Jefus invites his faints,
Jefus is gone above the skies,
Jefus, the man of conflant grief,
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's name,
Jefus, we bow before thy feet,
Jefus, with all thy faints above,
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone,
In thine own ways, O God of love,
In vain the wealthy mortals toil,
In vain we lavish out our lives,
Let Pharifees of high eftecm,
Let the old Heathens tune their fongs,
Let the feventh angel found on high,
Let the whole race of creatures lie,
Let the wild leopards of the wood,
Let them neglect thy glory Lord,
Let us adore th' Eternal Word,
Life and immortal joys are giv'n,
Life is the time to ferve the Lord,
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly feats,
Like sheep we went aftray,
Lo the young tribes of Adam rife,
Lo what a glorious fight appears,
Lo what an entertaining fight,
Long have I fat beneath the found,
Look, gracious God! how num'rous they,
Lord! at thy temple we appear,
Lord! how divine thy comforts are,
Lord! how fecure and bless'd are they,
Lord! how fecure my
Lord! we adore thy bounteous hand,
Lord! we adore thy vaft defigns,
Lord! we are blind, we mortals blind,
Lord! we confefs our num'rous faults,
Lord! what a feeble piece,
Lord! what a heav'n of faving grace,
Lord! what a thoughtless wretch was I,
Lord! what a wretched land is this,
Lord! when my thoughts with wonder roll,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord,
Man has a foul of vaft defires,
Miftaken fouls! that dream of heav'n,
My dear Redeemer and my Lord!
My drowsy pow'rs why fleep ye so,
My God! how endless is thy love,
My God, my life, my love!
My God, my portion, and my love!
My God! permit me not to be,
My God! the spring of all my joys,
My God! what endless pleasures dwell,
My heart how dreadful hard it is,
My Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince!
My foul, come meditate the day,
My foul forfakes her vain delight,
My thoughts on awful fubjects roll,
My thoughts furmount thefe lower fkies,
Naked as from the earth we came,
Nature with all her pow'r fhall fing,
Nature with open volume ftands,
No, I'll repine at death no more,
No, I fhall envy them no more,
No more my God, I boast no more,
Nor eye has feen not ear has heard,
Not all the blood of beafts,
Not all the outward forms on earth,
Not diff'rent food or diff'rent drefs,
Not from the duft affliction grows,
Not the malicious or profane,
Not to condemn the fons of men,
Not to the terrours of the Lord,
Now for a tune of lofty praife,
Now have our hearts embrac'd our God,
Now in the gall'ries of his grace,
Now in the heat of youthful blood,
Now let a fpacious world arife,
Now let our pains be all forgot,
Volume III.
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