His Heart is made of Tenderness,
His Bowels melt with Love.
II.

Touch'd with a Sympathy within,
He knows our feeble Frame;
He knows what fore Temptations mean,.
For he hath felt the fame..

III.

He in the Days of feeble Flesh,
Pour'd out his Cries and Tears ;
And in his Measure feels afresh, +
What ev'ry. Member bears..

IV.

He'll never quench the smoaking Flax,
But raise it to a Flame;

The bruifed Reed He never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meaneft Name.
V.

Then, let our humble Faith address,
His Mercy and his Pow'r ;
We shall obtain delivering Grace
In the diftreffing Hour..

HA

ARK, dull Soul, how ev'ry thing
Strives t' adore our bounteous, King.!

Each a double Tribute pays ;.

Sings its Part and then obeys.

Na

Heb. v.. 7.

+ Heb. iv. 15. ↑ H. xi. Matt. xii. 20

II.

Nature's fprightlieft sweetest Choir,
Him with chearful Notes admire ;
Ev'ry Day they chaunt their Lauds,
While the Grove their Song applauds.
III.

Tho' their Voices lower be,.
Streams too have their Melody !
Night and Day they warbling run,,
Never pause, but still fing on.

IV.

All the Flow'rs that paint the Spring,.
Hither their ftill Music bring;

If Heav'n blefs them, thankful they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.
V.

Wake for Shame, my fluggish Heart,
Wake, and gladly fing thy Part;

Learn of Birds, and Springs, and Flow'rs,,
How t' employ thy nobler Pow'rs.

VI..

Call whole Nature to thine Aid,.
Since 'twas He whole Nature made;
Join in one eternal Song,

Who to one GOD all belong.
VII.

Live for ever, glorious LORD,
Live, by all thy Works ador'd,
One in Three, and Three in One,
All Things bow to Thee alone!

HYMN

HTH Yoder'd trembling Throng
[ITHER ye poor, ye fick, ye blind,

To you the Gospel calls, to you
MESSIAH'S Bleffings all belong.
II.

Reason's and Virtue's boafting Sons *
Derive no Bleffings from his + Tree:
For Sinners only JESUS dy'd

Then fure I hear He dy'd for me!
III.

'Twas with our Griefs MESSIAH groan'd;
'Twas with our Guilt his Soul was try'd
Our Punishment he took, he bore,
And Sinners liv'd when Jefus dy'd !

IV.

Awake each Heart, arife each Soul,
And join the blissful Choirs above:
May nothing tune our future Song,
But heav'nly Wisdom, heav'nly Love!

HYMN CIII.

MORNING or EVENING.. I.

GOD, how endless is thy Love! Thy Gifts are ev'ry Ev'ning new ; And Morning Mercies from above, Gently diftil like early Dew.

Matt. ix. 12. + A&ts v. 30.

Thou

I Pet. ii. 24.

II.

Thou spread'ft the Curtain of the Night,
Great Guardian of our fleeping Hours;
Thy Sov'reign Word reftores the Light,
And quickens all our drowsy Pow'rs..

III.

We yield our Pow'rs to thy Command,,
To Thee we confecrate our Days!
Perpetual Bleffings from thine Hand
Demand perpetual Songs of Praise

For the LORD's Day.

THe calls the Hours his own;

HIS is the Day the LORD hath made:

Let Heav'n rejoice, let Earth be glad,
And Praise furround the Throne.

To-day CHRIST rofe, and left the Dead,
And Satan's Empire fell;

To-day the Saints his Triumphs fpreads
And ali his Wonders tell.

III.

Hofanna to th' anointed King,
To David's, holy Son!

Help us, O LORD, defcend, and bring
Salvation from thy Throne !

IV.

Hofanna, in the highest Strains

The Church on Earth can raise ;

The highest Heav'ns in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler Praise.

HYMN

SW

HYMN CV.

Another.

I.

WEET is the Work, O GOD, our King Topraise thy Name, give Thanks and fing: To fhew thy Love by Morning Light, And talk of all thy Truth by Night. If.

Sweet is the Day of Sacred Reft,

No mortal Care fhould feize our Breaft
O
may our Hearts in Tune be found,
Like David's Harp, of Solemn Sound!
III.

Our Hearts should triumph in Thee LORD, And bless thy Works, and blefs thy Word; Thy Works of Grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy Counfels! how divine!

IV.

O may we fee, and hear and know,
What Mortals cannot reach below:
May all our Pow'rs find sweet Employ
In CHRIST's eternal World of Joy!

B

HYMN CVI

A B'effd GOSPEL.

I.

LEST are the Souls that hear and know
The Gofpel's joyful Sound,

Peace fhall attend the Path they go,
And Light their Steps furround.

Their