O help me, all on fire,
This Love for to admire.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
O charming Son of Love,
Who cam❜ft down from above
To tell thy Father's mind,
And hearts to him inclin❜d.
Hallelujah, &c.
This Love I will admire,
That pure celeftial fire,
'Tis charming, fweet, and bright,
My only heart's delight.
Hallelujah, &c.
Where e'er this Love appears,
It drives away all fears;
Of this redemption I
Will fing eternally.
Hallelujah, &c.
To men and angels all,
Methinks this Love doth call,
New hymns of praife to fing,
And here we must begin.
Hallelujah, &c.
Alas! I here do tire,
But had I angels fire,
To th' heavens I would fly,
And there with angels cry,
Hallelujah, &c.
May Father, Son, and Spirit,
All glory now inherit;
And men and angels fing
To thee, redeeming King.
Glory to God,
Good will to men,
Peace upon earth,
Amen, Amen.
HYMN II.
A Longing for GLORY.
To Cambridge, or any Tune of this Meafure.
Erufalem! my happy home,
When shall I come to thee?
When fhall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when fhall I fee?
2. Thy gates are richly fet with pearl,
Moft glorious to behold
Thy walls are all of precious ftone,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.
3. Thy gardens and thy pleasant.fruits
Continually are green;
There are fuch fweet and pleasant flowers As ne'er befote was seen.
4. If heaven be thus glorious,
Lord, why must I keep thence? What folly is't that makes me loth To die and go from hence?
5. Reach down, reach down thine arm of And cause me to ascend
[grace, Where congregations ne'er break up, And fabbaths have no end.
6. When wilt thou come to me, O Lord?
Ocome my Lord moft dear;
Come nearer, nearer, nearer still,
I'm well when thou art near.
7. My dear Redeemer is above,
Him will I go to fee,
And all my friends in Chrift below
Shall foon come after me.,...
8. Jerufalem! my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
Then fhall my labours have an end,
Thy joys when once I fee.
Note, This Hymn
is taken out of Mr.
Burkitt'sPoor Man's
Help, and Young
Man's Guide.
HYMN III.
On the Eternity of God.
To St. David's Tune, or any other of this
Ife, rife my foul, and leave the ground,
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouze up every tuneful found,
To praise th' eternal God.
Long e're the lofty skies were fpread,
JEHOVAH fill'd his throne;
Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The Maker liv'd alone.
His boundless years can ne'er decreafe,
But still maintain their prime,
Eternity his dwelling place,
And EVER is his Time.
While like a tide our Minutes flow,
The Prefent and the Paft,
He fills his own Immortal NOW,
And fees our ages wafte.
The fea and sky muft perish too,
And vast destruction come,
The creatures, look, how old they grow,
And wait their fiery doom.
Well, let the fea fhrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies;
My God fhall live in endless day,
When th' old creation dies.
All glory to the facred Three,
One Everliving Lord
As at the firft, ftill may be be
Belov'd, Obey'd, Ador'd.
HYMN IV.
The Enjoyment of CHRIST
To the 100 Pfalm Tune.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, (be gone,
Let my religious hours alone;"
Fain would my eyes my Saviour fee,
I want a vifit, Lord, from thee.
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure defire;
Come my dear Jefus from above,
And feed my foul with heavenly love.
The trees of life immortal ftand
In blooming rows at thy right hand,
And in fweet murmurs by their fide
Rivers of blifs perpetual glide.
Hafte then, but with a smiling Face,
And fpread the table of thy grace,
Bring down a tafte of fruit divine,
And chear my heart with facred wine.
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