ADDITIONAL HYMNS. CLXXXVIII. A Pafloral Hymn, from Pfalm xxiii. P. M. THE Lord my pafture thall prepare And feed me with a fhepherd's care a His prefence fhall my wants iupply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the fultry, glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary wand'ring fteps he leads; Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landscape flow. Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overfpread, My ftedfaft heart fhall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful fhade. Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devicus lonely wilds I ftray, Thy bounty thall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness thall fmile, With fudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams fhall murmur all around, G& CLXXXIX. Jefus feen of Angels. C. M. There, in the boundlefs worlds of light, Legions of angels, ftrong and fair, At his right hand, with golden harps, Hail, Prince! they cry-for ever hail ! Mov'd thee to quit those glorious realms Whilft he did condefcend on earth Through all his travels here below, Oft word'ring how, and where, at last, They faw his heart transfix'd with wounds, They brought his chariot from above, Clap'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, C. M. CXC. The Coronation Hymn. A Bring forth the royal diadem, Sinners, whofe love can ne'er forget. Let ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue, CXCI. The Prince of Peace. Ifa. ix. 6. (Adapted to the fame tune.) ET faints on earth their anthems raise, Let faints in heav'n proclaim his praife, Praife him, who laid his glory by, Praife him, who ftoop'd to bleed and die, Come, rebels, lay your weapons down, Emmanuel for your fov'reign own, We foon fhall reach the blissful fhore, His name for ever to adore, And crown him" Prince of Peace." CXCII. Before Sermon. Sevens. SUN of Righteoufnel's arise ! Let us feel thy presence near; SOUR CXCIII. Another. Sevens. OURCE of light, and pow'r divine, Lord, behold thy fervant ftands, Touch his lip with holy fire. Ope thy treasures! fo fhall fall CXCIV. Another. L. M. THE food on which thy children live, And we for grace receiv'd would raise Thou, at whofe almighty word, F. The glorious light from darkness fprung! Thy quick ning influence afford, And clothe with pow'r the preacher's tongue. 'Tis thine, to teach him how to speak; 'Tis alfo thine, almighty Lord, N. |