Thou Righteous Branch, which thence did spring 2 Our weary souls shall rest 3 4 With living glories bright, And pour on these awakening eyes The horrid gloom is fled, Pierc'd by thy beauteous ray; Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead To everlasting day. CCCLX. Christ's Invitations echoed back, &c. Revelation xxii. 17. 1 HOW free the fountain flows 2 That spring, which no confinement knows, How sweet the accents sound From the Redeemer's tongue! "Assemble, all ye nations round, 4 "The church, the bride, reflects it back, "While Jesus waiting stands. "Ho, every thirsty soul, Approach the sacred spring; "Drink, and your fainting spirits cheer; 5 "Let all, that will, approach; 6 "Free from my opening heart it flows With thankful hearts we come ECCLXI. The Christian rejoicing in the Views of Death and Judgment. Revelation xxii. 20. 1 BEHOLD I come," the Saviour cries, "So come, dear Lord," my soul replies, 2 Come, loose these bonds of flesh and sin: 4 Come, plead thy Father's injur'd cause, Come, rouse thy servants mouldering dust, 5 O come amidst the angelic hosts 6 With winged speed, Redeemer dear, HYMNS ON PARTICULAR OCCASIONS AND IN UNCOMMON MEASURES. CCCLXII. A Morning Hymn, to be used at awaking and rising. WAKE, my soul, to meet the day; Unfold thy drowsy eyes, And burst the ponderous chain that loads 2 God's guardian-shield was round me spread 3 (The work of each immortal soul Think then what painful labours wait 4 My moments fly with winged pace, 5 I for this hour must give account 6 Pardon, O God, my former sloth, And arm my As, rising now, I seal my vows To prosecute thy ways. 7 Bright Sun of Righteousness, arise; And guide my dark bewilder'd soul On the necks shall ye trample of Canaan's proud race, Of old He this vengeance consign'd to your hands, 9 This honour, ye saints, appointed for you, And, while this dread pleasure resistless ye do, CCCLXVII. For the Thanksgiving-Day for the Peace, April 25, 1749. 1 2 3 4 5 6 Who bids the tumult of the battle cease: Britain, adore the guardian of thy state; Still watchful o'er thy safety and repose, When rebel-bands with desperate madness join'd, He gave our fleets to triumph o'er the main, Nor found their safety in the attempted flight; Taught by their bonds, how vainly they pretended Those to distress, whom Israel's God defended. Fierce storms were summon'd up in Britain's aid, And meagre famine hostile lands o'erspread; By sufferings bow'd their conquests they release, Nor scorn the overtures of equal peace: Contending powers congratulate the blessing, Joint hymns of gratitude to heaven addressing. While we beneath our vines and fig-trees sit, Or thus within thy sacred temple meet, Blest alternative to me, Thus to sleep, or wake, with thee! 3 What if death my sleep invade! CCCXLIV. On Recovery from Sickness, during which, much of the divine Favour had been experienced. 1 MY God, thy service well demands 2 Thine arms of everlasting love Did this weak frame sustain, When life was hovering o'er the grave, 3 Thou, when the pains of death were felt, 4 Calmly I bow'd my fainting head |