A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version To which is added, a Number of hymns |
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 | A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version |  |
HYMNS AND Spiritual Songs.
Hymn LXIII. Our Saviour present at his Table.
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Come let us join the sacred songTo our ascended Lord;
Ye saints and angels round his throne,
And we around his board.
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Tho' rais'd beyond the worlds of light,His brighter glories shine,
Where purer souls enjoy the sight
And presence more divine.
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Yet here, unseen by mortal eyes,The boundless God resides,
Renews the atoning sacrifice
And o'er the feast presides.
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Let every hand that shares the foodAnd every heart with fear,
Feel the full presence of the God,
That spreads his bounties here:
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But Oh, the love, the wondrous loveThe bleeding Lord displays,
Shall earth's united songs improve,
And heaven's eternal praise.
Hymn LXV. Innumerable mercies acknowledged.
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In glad amazement, Lord, I stand,Amidst the bounties of thy hand;
How numberless those bounties are!
How rich, how various and how fair!
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But oh, what poor returns I bring!What lifeless songs of praise I sing!
Lord, I confess, with humble shame,
My offerings scarce deserve the name.
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Fain would my labouring heart deviseSome nobler gift and sacrifice;
It sinks beneath the mighty load
That I should render to my God.
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To him I consecrate my praise,And vow the remnant of my days;
Enlarge my soul with grace divine,
And make it worthier to be thine.
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Give me at length an angel's tongue,To sound thro' heaven the grateful song;
A theme so great, my voice shall raise,
And crown eternity with praise.
Hymn LXVI. For a vacant Congregation.
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O God of heaven, whose gentle ray,Illumes the worlds of light,
Thy wisdom rules the realms of day,
And leads the host of night.
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Behold thy waiting servants stand,And claim with feeble cries,
Some skilful guide with gentle hand
To lead us to the skies.
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While absent from thy temple, LordLike wandering flocks we stray
We lose the memory of thy word
And waste the sacred day.
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And when, within these walls of thineWe find our wonted place;
How faint our feeble voices join
To seek thy pardoning grace.
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Almighty Saviour, hear our prayer,Some chosen servant raise,
And help our lips to praise.
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Then in thy house, with joy unknownWe'll raise a nobler song,
Till we shall meet around thy throne,
And join the heavenly throng.
Hymn LXVII. For a New-Year's Day.
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Eternal Source of every joy,Thy praise shall every voice employ,
While we within thy courts appear,
And sing the bounties of the year.
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As worlds of glory round thee roll,Thy hand supports the stedfast pole,
Directs the sun what hour to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
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The flowery Spring at thy commandEmbalms the air, and paints the land;
The blazing beams of Summer shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
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Thy hand in Autumn richly poursThe copious fruits along the shores,
While wintry storms direct our eyes
With fear and wonder to the skies.
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Seasons, and months, and weeks, and daysDemand returning songs of praise;
The opening light and evening shade
Shall see the cheerful homage paid.
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And Oh, may our harmonious tonguesIn worlds unknown pursue the songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.
Hymn LXVIII. A Hymn for Marriage.
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Great God, who form'd for social joysOur natures by thy power and grace,
And join'd in blest connubial ties,
The parents of our favour'd race.
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Our Saviour, our ascended Lord,In Cana once a heavenly guest,
Whose bounty cheer'd the friendly board
Whose presence grac'd the nuptial feast.
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Attend with smiles of heavenly love,The pair thy sacred laws combine;
Their union bless, their vows approve,
And crown the rites with grace divine.
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Let love assist their mutual toils,And every social bliss bestow;
Increase each joy with friendly smiles,
And share and soften every woo.
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While each a kindly aid imparts,To run secure the heavenly race;
And make their dwelling and their hearts,
Perpetual temples of thy praise.
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When death dissolves these sacred ties,May each to happier realms remove;
There meet and range the peaceful skies,
In bands of everlasting love.
The End.
MEDITATIOMS ON DEATH AND THE GRAVE
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Meditations on DEATH and the GRAVE.
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I crave your calm attention nowTill I reveal my Mind to you,
And tell you where my Thoughts were led
Out in the Tombs among the dead.
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'Twas when the Care of Life had fledAnd Night's dark curtain spread his shade,
And sweet Repose had clos'd mine Eyes
I heard a voice that bid me rise—
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Arise, go view your other BedThat death is making with the dead:
Another dwelling you must have,
Though little thought on, 'tis the Grave.
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O solemn, solemn was the TimeWhen first this Messenger came in,
For to invite me for to come
And view my lodging in the Tomb.
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What frightful Apprehensions runIn trickling Streams through ev'ry Vein.
Dare not refuse, dare not obey—
Beneath these frightful Thoughts I lay.
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And here I shrunk, I darn't comply,But yet he did repeat this cry:
I yielded then to go and head
The gloomy Mansions of the dead.
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Then I arose at his commandAnd went to view the solemn Land
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That overwhelm'd my fainting Soul.
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So great, so solemn was the thoughtTo think how soon I must be brought
To view Death's gloomy dark abode,
I fell beneath the heavy load.
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But soon a Voice to me was said,Arise, arise, be not afraid;
Why do you fear to go and view
This lodging soon will be for you,
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Then I received strength and pow'rSufficient for that very Hour.
Then walking onwards to the Gate,
That leads unto this solemn Place.
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How slow, how solemn did the DoorMove back for me to enter there,
Till I had pass'd, there it remain'd,
Then slowly moved back again.
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Soon as we got within the WallMy guide gave me another call,
Saying, come see the seat of sin,
Walk round and see what it has done.
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Then I went forth at his command,Walk'd round and viewed that solemn land,
There I beheld the fatal Wound,
Lie mouldering there beneath the Ground.
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My thoughts soon back to Adam runAnd cried out, what have you done?
Is this the dreadful Wound you gave,
A Wound that sinks down to the Grave.
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But I another wonder foundTo view the solemn Court around.
All bound in Bands of Vanity,
In perfect peace and Harmony.
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How strangely did this sight appearTo see the great and small lie here?
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In band of Harmony agree.
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There lay the gallant and the braveBoth mouldering in the silent Grave.
The Fool, the Beggar fill'd a seat
As high as any in this Court.
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There mighty Kings and Princes layChain'd down in silence in the Clay.
There Counsellors and Judges cease
To grant Advice or give release.
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There I beheld the highest trust,Pull'd down, lay level'd with the Dust,
The great, the mighty and the proud,
They all lay equal'd in the croud.
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Sworn Enemies there I beheldHad laid aside both sword and shield,
The Hand forever had forgot
To draw the spear, or heave a shot.
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The slandrous and backsliding TongueLay bound in silence in the Tomb:
the furious Temper's cease to rage
And lay in Death's cold gloomy shades.
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The bold Plasphemer's Tongue lay boundWith chains of silence in the ground:
His Oaths that once defil'd the Air
Lay bound in Death's cold Prison there.
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I saw the vigorous boldest FaceLay mouldering in this solemn Place;
The active Limbs lost all ther Power
In Death's decisive solemn Hour.
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There I beheld and lo I foundA lovely youth lye in the Ground:
'Twas but a little while before
I saw him flourish like a Flower.
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But O the shaft of Death was flungAnd cut the tender Flower down.
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And now he moulders in the Ground.
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The lovely Flesh, the sparkling EyesLay mouldering in Eternity;
The blooming Cheek that once was worn
Is now a Feast for odious Worms.
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The lovely Frame the active HandsLay bound in Death's cold Prison Bands.
The burning Flesh, the harmless Tongue
Lay mouldering in the silent Tomb.
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The tender Skin, the curious Frame,The blooming Countenance was gone,
The softest Flesh, the lovely Charms
Lay clasp'd in Death's cold icy arms.
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But here my thoughts they took a wing,Flew back and view'd the Race of Man,
And lo I found the num'rous Throng
Lay down in Death's cold shady Tomb.
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Alas! the Ruins here I foundOf all Mankind, lay in the Ground;
From Adam down unto this Day.
They all lay mouldering in Clay.
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What Millions! Millions! had been slainBy Death, that conquering, mighty King?
What crowds of num'rous corps I found
Lay cold and mouldering in the Ground.
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Here was a melancholly Land;And Death, the King of Terrors reign'd,
His mighty Hand his Sword he hurl'd,
Made Inroads through the lower World.
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But ah how frail this num'rous crowd?I view'd grim Death not satisfy'd
Although he'd struck from Shore to Shore,
The hungry Grave still cried more.
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No nor enough he ne'er will haveTill he has crouded in the Grave;
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Till he's devour'd all human Kind.
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This faint Idea mine Eyes have seenOf things that's over, past and gone—
And now upon another Theme
Of things that's present, and to come.
[My Mind it has been faintly lead]
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My Mind it has been faintly leadDown in the Tombs among the dead,
But on the living now I turn'd,
To view his Paths and where he's bound.
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There I upon a Hill beholdMine Eyes survey'd the boundless World,
I saw all Nature's human race
Move swiftly on towards the Place.
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Yonder I saw a num'rous crowdAll marching in this solemn Read,
What steady step their feet did have,
Advancing forward to the Grave.
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What countless Millions in the Band,I saw them come from ev'ry Hand;
All Nature seem'd to move along
With equal speed towards the Tomb.
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I saw Death mounted on a Horse,And riding through this num'rous Host;
His Darts with cruel Death did fly
Commissioned from God on high.
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Some he would strike with sickness downOn Beds of languishing and pain,
And others with a mortal Shot
He'd strike them dead upon the spot.
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What great Commotions there remains,Some mourning for the loss of Friends,
Others on Beds of racking Pains
And groaning out expiring Pangs.
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Others were drinking with the drunkTill all their active Powers were sunk,
And some their idle Frolicks have,
Yet all lead forward to the Grave,
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But here among the rest I foundA few that follow'd Christ the Lamb;
With Heart and Hand they'd sign'd their names
Chose him their Captain and their King.
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I saw some poor convicted youths,Trembling at God's eternal Truths,
With earnest Prayer they sought to God
To wash them in Christ Jesus Blood.
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I saw that little CompanySurrounded with the Enemy,
Satan was arm'd with all his Pow'r
Their precious Souls for to devour.
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But Christ the Mediator stoodAnd plead before the Bar of God.
'Twas for these Souls whom Satan's bound
I spilt my Blood upon the Ground.
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Th'almighty Judge he sets them freeFrom Satan's Chains of slavery.
He takes them in the Arms of Love
And makes them heirs of Heaven above.
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But O I saw ten thousand run,Stupid as stocks they do go on
In the broad Road that leads to Hell,
Where tortured Souls in Torment dwell.
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What precious Moments do they wasteTo please their sinful carnal Taste?
Forgetful that their Souls must live
Eternally beyond the Grave.
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Here they on carnal things do feastLike dumb, like stupid thoughtless Beasts,
And while on dainty Feasts they dine,
Their precious Souls do strave within.
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Alas the Soul that is worth moreThan thousand World of Golden and Ore,
When once 'tis lost and no Relief
My Heart was filled with pain and Grief.
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Trembling and sorrow seiz'd me round,In Prayer I fell upon the Ground.
My Soul addrest God's holy Throne,
To shower his blessed Spirit down.
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Almighty God, make bare thine Arm,Jehovah sound the loud Alarm.
Hell and Damnation is prepar'd
For those that slight God's holy Word.
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Shew Sinners their undone Estate;Their precious Souls now lie at stake;
A few more sinful steps remains
And they'r in everlasting Flames.
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Arise dead Souls, and beg of God,To teach you how to read his Word,
And change your Heart by power Divine
That in your Heart may honor him
AMEN
| A translation of Sundry Psalms which were omitted in Doctor Watts's Version | |