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.
DEYOND the glittering starry skies,
Far as th' eternal hills,

There, in the boundlefs worlds of light,
The great Redeemer dwells.

Legions of angels, ftrong and fair,
In countlets armies fhine

At his right hand, with golden harps,
To offer fongs divine.

Hail, Prince! they cry-for ever hail !
Whole unexampled love

Mov'd thee to quit those glorious realms
And royalties above!

Whilft he did condefcend on earth
To fuffer fcorn and pain,
They caft their honours at his feet,
And waited in his train.

Through all his travels here below,
They did bis fteps attend ;

Oft word'ring how, and where, at last,
This mythic fcene would end..

They faw his heart transfix'd with wounds,
With love and grief run o'er;
They faw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er brake before.

They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne;

Clap'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd,
"The gloricus work is done!"

C. M.

CXC. The Coronation Hymn.
LL hail, the pow'r of Jefu's name!
Let Angels proftrate fall;

A

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all,

Sinners, whofe love can ne'er forget.
The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye fouls redeem'd, of Adam's race,
Ye raníom'd from the fall,
Hail him, who faves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

Let ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue,
Throughout this earthly ball,
Unite in one harmonious fong,
And crown him Lord of all.

CXCI. The Prince of Peace.

Ifa. ix. 6.

(Adapted to the fame tune.)

ET faints on earth their anthems raise,
Who ate the Saviour's grace;

Let faints in heav'n proclaim his praife,
And crown him "Prince of Peace."

Praife him, who laid his glory by,
For man's apoftate race;

Praife him, who ftoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown him" Prince of Peace."

Come, rebels, lay your weapons down,
Let war for ever ceale;

Emmanuel for your fov'reign own,
And crown him "Prince of Peace,"

We foon fhall reach the blissful fhore,
To view his lovely face;

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;
Let thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy houfe appear:
Now afford us, Lord, a tafte
Of our everlasting feast.
May thy gofpel's joyful found
Conquer finners, comfort faints
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints :
Thus may all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

SOUR

CXCIII. Another. Sevens.

OURCE of light, and pow'r divine,
Deign upon thy truth to thine;

Lord, behold thy fervant ftands,
Lo' to thee he lifts his hands;
Satisfy his foul's defire,

Touch his lip with holy fire.

Ope thy treasures! fo fhall fall
Unction fweet on him-on all;
Till, by odours fcatter'd round,
Chrift himself be trac'd and found;
Then thall ev'ry raptur'd heart,
Rich in peace and joy, depart.

CXCIV. Another. L. M.

THE food on which thy children live,
Great God, is thine alone to give;

And we for grace receiv'd would raise
Immortal fongs of love and praise.
How valt, how full, how rich, how free,
Dear Jefus, are thy grace and thee!
To the full fountain of our joys
We gladly come for fresh fupplies.
For thefe we wait upon thee, Lord!
For thefe we liften to thy word;
Defcend, like gentle fhow'rs of rain,
Nor let one foul attend in vain.

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 thine, to give the hearing ear;
'Tis thine, the stubborn heart to break,
And make the carelefs finner hear.

'Tis alfo thine, almighty Lord,
To chear the poor defponding heart;
O fpeak the four-reviving word,
And bid the mourner's fears depart.
Thus would we in the means be found,
And thus, on thee alone, depend,
To make the gofpel's joyful found
Effectual to the promis'd end.

N.