162 HYMNS. V. VI, 3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, [lie ; Moveless and firm this heart should Resolv'd (for that's my last defence) If I must perish, there to die. 4 But speak,my Lord, and calm my fear; Am I not safe beneath thy shade ! Thy veng'ance will not strike me here, Nor Satan dares my soul invade. 5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, And all my foes shall lose their aim; Hosanna to my dying God: And my besthonours to his name. HYMN V. [L. M.] Longing to praise Christ better. 1 LORD, when my thoughts with won - der roll O'er the sharp sorrows of my soul, And read my Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by the cross ; 2 When I behold death, hell and sin, Vanquish'd bythat dear blood of thine; And seetheman that groan'd and dy'd, Sit glorious by his Father's side ; 3 Mypassions rise and soar above ,[love; I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with Pain would I reach eternal things, And learn thenotes that Gabriel sings. 4 Vat my heart fails, my tongue com- plains, For want of their immortal strains ; And, in such humble notes as these Must fall below thy victories. 5 Well, the kind minute must appear When we shall leave these bodies here, These clogs of clay ; and mount on high To. join the songs above the sky. HYMN VI. [C. M.] A morning song. 1 ONCE more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him that rolls the skies, 2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound, Wide as-the heav'n on which he sits To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; My tongue shall speak his praise; IYIy sinswould rouse his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays. 4 On a poor worm thypow'r mighttread, And I could ne'er withstand ; Thy justice might have erush'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand. 5 A thousand wretched souls are fled Since the last setting sun, Andyet thou length'nest outmythread, And yet my moments run. 6 Dear God, let all my hours be thine, While 1 enjoy the light; Thorshall my son in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night. . VII. VIII. IX. [Book II. HYMN VII. (C. M.) An evening song. I [DREAD Sov'reign,let myev'ning song Like holy incense rise ; Assist the off 'rings ofmy tongue To reach the lofty skies. '2 Thro' all the dangers of the day Thy hand was still my guard, And still to. drive my wants away Thy mercy stood prepar'd.] 3 Perpetual blessings from above Encompass me around, But O how few returns of love `Rath my Creator found. 4 What have I done for him that dy'd To save my wretched soul ? How are my follies multiply'd Fast as my minutes roll! 5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, T. thy dear cross I flee, And to thy grace my soul resign To be renew'd by thee. 6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning blood, I lay me down to rest, As in th' embraces of my God, Or onmy Saviour's breast. HYMN VIII. [C. M.]. An hymn for a morning and evening. 1 HOSANNA with a Cheerful sound, To God's upholding hand ; Ten thousand snares attend us round, And yet secure we stand. 2 That was a most amazing pow'r That rais'd us with a word; And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord. 3 The evening rests our weary head, And angels guard the room We wake, and we admire the bed That was not made our tomb. 4 The rising morning can't assure That we shall end the day; For death standsready at the door To seize our lives away. 5 Our breath is forfeited by sin To God's avenging law ; We own thy grace, immortal Eing, In ev'ry gasp we draw. 6 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings: Our feeble flesh lies safe, at night _ Beneath his shady wings. HYMN' IX. [C. M.] Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ. i ALAS! and did my Sasiour bleed! And did my Sov'reign dia; Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ! - 2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine, And bath'd in its-own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine 'Fire glorious suff'rer stood
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