HYMN LXXXVI. Common Metre. God holy, juft, and fovereign. Job ix. 2-10.

WOW fhould the fons of Adam's race

He pure before their God!

Be pure

If he contend in righteoufnefs,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 To vindicate my words and thoughts
I'll make no more pretence ;
Not one of all my thousand faults
Can bear a juft defence.

3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife;
What vain prefumers dare
Against their Maker's hand to rise,
Or 'tempt th' unequal war?

4 [Mountains, by his almighty wrath,
From their old feats are torn;
He shakes the earth from fouth to north,
And all her pillars mourn.

5 He bids the fun forbear to rise,
Th' obedient fun forbears;
His hand with fackcloth spreads the skies,
And feals up all the stars.

6 He walks upon the ftormy sea;
Flies on the ftormy wind;

There's none can trace his wond'rous way,
Or his dark footsteps find.]

HYMN LXXXVII. Long Metre. God dwells with the Humble and Penitent. Ifa. lvii.

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HUS faith the high and lofty One, "I fit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, "Dwell in my own eternity.

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2 "But I defcend to worlds below,
"On earth I have a manfion too;
"The humble fpirit and contrite
"Is an abode of my delight.

3 "The humble foul my words revive, "I bid the mourning finner live; "Heal all the broken hearts I find, "And ease the forrows of the mind. 4 [ When I contend against their fin, "I make them know how vile they've been ; "But fhould my wrath for ever smoke, "Their fouls would fink beneath my stroke." 5 O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Left we fhould faint, despair, and die! Thus fhall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chaft'ning love.] HYMN LXXXVIII. Long Metre. Life, the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. 46, 10. IFE is the time to ferve the Lord,

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The time t' infure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vileft finner may return.

2 [Life is the hour that God has giv'n
To 'fcape from hell, and fly to heav'n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the bleffings of the day.]

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem❜ry and their fenfe are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 [Their hatred and their love are loft,
Their envy bury'd in the duft ;
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They have no fhare in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the fun.] 5 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might, pursue; Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 6 There are no acts of pardon pafs'd In the cold grave, to which we hafte ; But darkness, death, and long defpair, Reign in eternal filence there. "HYMN LXXXIX.

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Long Metre.

Youth and Judgment. Eccle. xi. 9. E fons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Tafte the delights your fouls defire, And give a loofe to all your fire. 2 Purfue the pleafures you defign, And cheer your hearts with fongs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth; but know, There is a day of judgment too.

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3 God, from on high, beholds your thoughts;
His book records your fecret faults
The works of darkness you have done
Muft all appear before the fun.

4 The vengeance, to your follies due,
Should ftrike your hearts with terror thro';
How will ye ftand before his face,
Or anfwer for his injur'd grace?
5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities,

And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their fouls to fear the Lord.

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HYMN XC. Common Metre.

The fame.

O, the young tribes of Adam rife,
And through all nature rove,

Fulfil the wishes of their eyes,

And taste the joys they love!

2 They give a loose to wild defires;
But let the finners know

The ftrict account that God requires
Of all the works they do.

3 The Judge prepares his throne on high,
The frighted earth and feas

Avoid the fury of his eye,
And flee before his face.

4 How thall I bear that dreadful day,
And ftand the fiery teft?
I'd give all mortal joys away
To be for ever bleft.

HYMN XCI. Long Metre.

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Advice to Youth; or, Old Age and Death in an unconverted State. Eccl. xii. 1, 7. Ifa. lxv. 2Q. I TOW in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God: Behold, the months come hast'ning on, When you fhall fay, "My joys are gone." 2 Behold the aged finner goes,

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Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curfes on his head.
The duft returns to duft again;
The foul in agonies of pain

Afcends to God; not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and finks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name; Teach me to know how frail I am; And when my foul muft hence remove, Give me a manfion in thy love.

HYMN XCII. Short Metre.

Chrift the Wisdom of God. Prov. viii. 1, 22—32.
HALL wifdom cry aloud,
And not her speech be heard?

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The voice of God's eternal word,

Deferves it no regard?

"I was his chief delight,

"His everlafting Son,

"Before the first of all his works,

“Creation, was begun.

["Before the flying clouds,
Before the folid land,

"Before the fields, before the floods,
"I dwelt at his right hand.

"When he adorn'd the fkies,
"And built them, I was there,
"To order when the fun fhould rife,
"And marshal ev'ry ftar.

"When he pour'd out the fea,
"And fpread the flowing deep;
gave the flood a firm decree
"In its own bounds to keep.]

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"Upon the empty air,

"The earth was balanc'd well;
"With joy I faw the manfion where
"The fons of men fhould dwell.

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"My bufy thoughts at first
"On their falvation ran,