by our guilt may be taken away, and our imperfect obedience accepted. It is this series of thought that I have endeavoured to exprefs in the following hymn, which I have compofed during this my fickness. W Hen rifing from the bed of death, I fee my Maker face to face, O how fhall I appear! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror fhrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, fhalt stand disclos'd In Majefty fevere, And fit in judgment on my foul, O how fhall I appear! 4 But thou haft told the troubled mind, Who does her fins lament, The timely tribute of her tears Shall endless woe prevent. 5 Then fee the forrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groans, Who knows thine only Son has dy'd HYMN XIX. An ODE on the Sublime Thoughts of King DAVID. By Mr. Addifon. To St. Luke's Tune: Or, as the 100 Pfalm. TH HE fpacious firmament on high, Soon as the evening fhades prevail, What, tho' in folemn filence all For For ever finging as they fhine, The Hand that made us is Divine. HYMN XX. The Shortness of Life, the Goodness of God, By Dr.Watts. TIM To Canterbury Tune, IME! what an empty vapour 'tis! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. [2 The present moments juft appear, That we can never fay, They're here, The moment when our lives begin 4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days Yet with the bounties of thy grace While grace ftands pointing out the road, 6 His goodness runs an endless round; All glory to the Lord; His mercy never knows a bound; 7 Thus we begin the lafting fong, HYMN XXI. A Profpect of Heaven makes Death easy. By Dr.Watts. To St. Anne's Tune. T Here is a land of pure delight Where faints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never with'ring flow'rs: Death like a narrow fea divides This heav'nly land from ours. [3 Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood Stand dreft in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan ftood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim❜rous mortals ftart and fhrink, To cross this narrow fea, And linger fhiv'ring on the brink, 5 And fear to launch away.] O could we make our doubts remove And And fee the Canaan that we love, 6 Could we but climb where Mofes ftood, And view the landskip o'er, Not Jordan's ftream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. HYMN. XXII. The Divine Glories above our Reafon. By Dr.Watts. H° To Sion Tune. OW wond'rous great, how glorious [bright Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vaft infinity? 2 Our foaring fpirits upwards rife, Fain would we see the Bleffed Three, 3 Our reafon ftretches all its wings, [4 Lord, here we bend our humble fouls, And awfully adore, For the weak pinions of our mind Can ftretch a thought no more.] 5 Thy glories infinitely rife Above our lab'ring tongue, |