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, 2 To vindicate my words and thoughts 3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wife; 4 [Mountains, by his almighty wrath, 5 He bids the fun forbear to rise, 6 He walks upon the ftormy sea; There's none can trace his wond'rous way, HYMN LXXXVII. Long Metre. God dwells with the Humble and Penitent. Ifa. lvii. TH 15, 16. 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. 66 2 "But I defcend to worlds below, 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, 'L' 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 3 The living know that they must die, 4 [Their hatred and their love are loft, 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. I YE 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. ; 3 God, from on high, beholds your thoughts; 4 The vengeance, to your follies due, And let the thunder of thy word I HYMN XC. Common Metre. The fame. O, the young tribes of Adam rife, Fulfil the wishes of their eyes, And taste the joys they love! 2 They give a loose to wild defires; The ftrict account that God requires 3 The Judge prepares his throne on high, Avoid the fury of his eye, 4 How thall I bear that dreadful day, HYMN XCI. Long Metre. NOW 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, 3 Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Afcends to God; not there to dwell, 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. I 2 ༣ 4 5 SHA 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 fields, before the floods, "When he adorn'd the fkies, "When he pour'd out the fea, "I "Upon the empty air, "The earth was balanc'd well; 7 "My bufy thoughts at first |