h glimm'ring Hopes and gloomy Fears We trace the facred Road,
Thro' difmal Deeps and dang'rous Snares
We make our Way to God.
Our Journey is a thorny Maze,
But we march upward ftill;
Forget our Troubles in the Ways,
And run to Zion's Hill.
There ftands our FATHER at the Gates
Inviting us to come!
There JESUS the Fore-runner waits,
To welcome Trav'llers Home!
Eternal Glories to the KING
He'll bring us fafely through;
Our Tongues fhall never ceafe to fing,
And endless Praise renew.
HYMN XC. L. M.
True Catholicifm.
OT diff'rent Food, nor diff'rent Drefs,
N Coinpofe the Kingdom of our LORD;
But Peace and Joy and Righteousness,†
Faith, and Obedience to his Word.
When weaker Chriftians we defpife,
We do the Gospel mighty Wrong: For GoD the Gracious and the Wife, Receives the Feeble with the Strong.
Heb. 6. 20. + Rom. 14. 7.
Let Pride and Wrath be banifli'd hence,
Meeknefs and Love our Souls purfue;
Nor fhall our Practice give Offence
To Saints, the Gentile or the Jew.+
HYMN XCI. L. M.
CHRIST's Righteoufnefs, Phil. 3.7—91
O more, my God, I boaft no more,
Of all the Duties I have done;
quit the Hopes I held before,
To truft the Merits of thy SON.
Now for the Love I bear his Name,
What was my Gain, I count my Lofs
My foriner Pride I call my Shame,
And nail my Glory to his Cross.
Yes, and I muft and will efteem,
All Things but Lofs for JEsu's Sake;
O may my Soul be found in Him,,
And of his Righteousness partake!
The beft Obedience of my Hands
Dares not appear before thy Throne ;;
But Faith can answer thy Demands,
By pleading what my LORD has done.
HYMN XCII.
The High Prieft.
ITH Joy we meditate the Grace
Of our HIGH PRIEST above; *
His Heart is made of Tenderness,
His Bowels melt with Love.
Touch'd with a Sympathy within,
He knows our feeble Frame;
He knows what fore Temptations mean,
For He has felt the fame.
But fpotlefs, innocent and pure,
The Great REDEEMER ftood,
While Satan's fiery Darts He bore,
And did refift to Blood.
He in the Days of feeble Flefh
Pour'd out his Cries and Tears,†
And in his Measure feels afresh
What ev'ry Member bears.
He'll never quench the fioaking Flax,*
But raise it to a Flame;
The bruifed Reed He never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meaneft Name.
Then let our humble Faith address
His Mercy and his Pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring Grace
In the diftreffing Hour.-Heb. 4. 16.
'HY fhould the Children of a King Go mourning all their Days?
GREAT COMFORTER! defcend and bring Some Tokens of thy Grace.
Doft Thou not dwell in all the Saints,
And feal the Heirs of Heav'n ?-Eph. 1.13.
When wilt. Thou banifh my Complaints,
And fhew my Sins forgiv❜n? -
Affure my Confcience of her Part
In the REDEEMER'S Blood;
And bear thy Witnefs with my Heart,
That I am born of GOD.
Thou art the Earneft of his Love,
The Pledge of Joys to come;
And thy foft Wings, CELESTIAL DOVE,
Will fafe convey ine Home.
HYMN XCIV. C. M.
The Word.
LADEN with Guilt and full of Fears,
I flee to Thee, my LORD;
And not a Glimpfe of Hope appears,
But in thy written Word.
The Volume of my FATHER'S Grace.
Does all my Grief affuage:
Here I behold my SAVIOUR'S Face
Almoft in ev'ry Page.
This is the Field where hidden lies
The Pearl, of Price unknown;
That Merchant is divinely wife
Who makes that Pearl his own.
• 2 Cor. 1. 22. § Mat. 13.46.
Here confecrated Water flows
To quench my Thirft of Sin;
Here the fair Tree of Knowledge grows,
Nor Danger dwells therein.
This is the Judge that ends the Strife,
Where Wit and Reafon fail;
My Guide to everlafting Life
Thro' all this gloomy Vale.
Oh may thy Counfels, MIGHTY GOD! My roving Feet command;
Nor I forfake the happy Road,
That leads to thy Right Hand..
HYMN XCV. C. M.
CHRIST'S Offices.
E blefs the PROPHET of the LORD,*
That comes with Truth and Grace
JESUS, thy SPIRIT and thy Word
Shall lead us in thy Ways.
We rev'rence our HIGH PRIEST above,
Who offer'd up his Blood,
And lives to carry on his Love,
By pleading with our God.
We honour our exalted KING;
How sweet are his Commands !
He guards our Souls from Hell and Sin
By his Almighty Hands.
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