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Resignation

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #9 (1760) First Line: Weary of these low scenes of night Lyrics: I. Weary of these low scenes of night, My fainting heart grows sick of time, Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight, Sighs for a distant, happier clime! II. Ah why that sigh?—peace, coward heart, And learn to bear thy lot of woe: Look round—how easy is thy part, To what thy fellow-suff'rers know. III. Are not the sorrows of the mind Entail'd on ev'ry mortal birth? Convinc'd, hast thou not long resign'd The flatt'ring hope of bliss on earth? IV. 'Tis just, 'tis right: thus He ordains, Who form'd this animated clod; That needful cares, instructive pains, May bring the restless heart to God. V. In him, my soul, behold thy rest, Nor hope for bliss below the sky: Come Resignation to my breast, And silence ev'ry plaintive sigh. VI. Come Faith, and Hope, celestial pair! Calm Resignation waits on you; Beyond these gloomy scenes of care, Point out a soul-enliv'ning view. VII. Parent of good, 'tis thine to give These chearful graces to the mind: Smile on my soul, and bid me live Desiring, hoping, yet resign'd! VIII. Thy smile,—sweet dawn of endless day! Can make my weary spirit blest; While on my Father's hand I stay, And in his love securely rest. IX. My Father, dear, delightful name! Replete with life, and joy sincere! O wilt thou gracious, seal my claim, And banish ev'ry anxious fear! X. Then, chearful shall my heart survey The toils, and dangers of the road; And patient keep the heav'nly way, Which leads me homeward to my God. Languages: English

Desiring to bid Adieu to the World

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #22 (1760) First Line: Vexatious world, thy flatt'ring snares Lyrics: I. Vexatious world, thy flatt'ring snares Too long have held my easy heart; And shalt thou still engross my cares? Vain world, depart. II. I want delights thou canst not give, Thy joys are bitterness and woe; My pining spirit cannot live On ought below. III. Enchanting prospects court the eye, And gay alluring pleasures smile; But in the fond pursuit they die: Ah fruitless toil! IV. But grief, substantial grief is here, As gloomy as Egyptian night; When will the smiling dawn appear Of true delight? V. How oft convinc'd shall I complain That happiness cannot be found? Yet sighing, mourning, still in vain, Cleave to the ground. VI. Look, Sov'reign Goodness, from the skies, Look down with gently-pitying eye; O bid my fainting spirit rise: To thee I sigh. VII. With beams of sweet celestial light, Dispel the dark oppressive gloom; Display the mansions of delight, And bid me come. VIII. Those shining realms of endless day Could I one happy moment view, Then should my soul with transport say, Vain world, adieu. Languages: English

Occaision'd by reading Mr. Gray's Hymn to Adversity

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #24 (1760) First Line: O kind adversity, thou friend to truth Lyrics: I. O kind adversity, thou friend to truth! By these to virtue form'd, the human mind Disdains the vanities of heedless youth; How roving else, and ignorant and blind! II. When flatt'ring fortune shines with gaudy blaze, In fascinating chains she holds the eye; The mind is lost in error's fatal maze, And dreams of lasting bliss below the sky. III. Thy friendly admonitions rouse the soul, Conviction rises strong to break the snare; Truth, (heav'nly guide!) appears with kind controul, And fortune's painted scenes are lost in air. IV. Tho'rough thy aspect, and thy frown severe, 'Tis but to bend the proud, the stubborn heart; A soft emollient, is thy briny tear, And thy corrosives pain with healing smart. V. The kindest, gentlest virtues form thy train; Reflection comes with pensive musing eye, And humble penitence, that not in vain Presents to heav'n the supplicating sigh. VI. Meek patience looks unmov'd on pain and care; While chearful with peace-inspiring smile, Points forward thro' the gloom, celestial fair! The woes of life, her whisper can beguile. VII. Beyond the woes of life she lifts her eyes, And often meditates a joyful flight; By faith, her radiant sister, taught to rise, To distant prospects of immense delight. VIII. O kind adversity, without thy aid, How faintly would these virtues warm the breast! Why should I tremble at thy darksome shade? For who without adversity is blest? IX. Thy wholesome cold, like winter, kills the weeds Which in th' uncultur'd mind luxuriant rise; Then heav'nly wisdom sows her precious seeds, Nor shall they want the blessing of the skies. X. But O may heav'n thy rig'rous hand restrain, May'st thou correct and teach, but not destroy! Thy needful lessons then shall not be in vain, And thy short sorrows work my lasting joy. Languages: English

To a Friend, on the Death of a Child

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #26 (1760) First Line: Life is a span, a fleeting hour Lyrics: I. Life is a span, a fleeting hour, How soon the vapour flies! Man is a tender transient flow'r, That ev'n in blooming dies! II. Death spreads like winter's frozen arms, And beauty smiles no more: Ah! where are now those rising charms Which pleas'd our eyes before? III. The once lov'd form now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps her comforts fled, And wither'd all her joys. IV. But wait the interposing gloom, And lo, stern winter flies! And drest in beauty's fairest bloom, The flow'ry tribes arise. V. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time; When what we now deplore, Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. VI. Then cease fond nature, cease thy tears, Religion points on high: There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. Languages: English

The Comforts of Religion

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #35 (1760) First Line: O blest religion, heav'nly fair! Lyrics: I. O blest religion, heav'nly fair! Thy kind, thy healing pow'r, Can sweeten pain, alleviate care, And gild each gloomy hour. II. When dismal thoughts, and boding fears The trembling heart invade; And all the face of nature wears, A universal shade: III. Thy sacred dictates can asswage The tempest of the soul, And ev'ry fear shall lose its rage At thy divine controul. IV. Thro' life's bewilder'd, darksome way, Thy hand unerring leads; And o'er the path, thy heav'nly ray, A chearing lustre sheds. V. When feeble reason, tir'd and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid; Thou blest supporter of the mind, How pow'rful is thy aid! VI. O let my heart confess thy pow'r, And find thy sweet relief, To brighten ev'ry gloomy hour, And soften ev'ry grief. Languages: English

Ingratitude Reproved

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #50 (1760) First Line: Ye warblers of the vernal shade Lyrics: I. Ye warblers of the vernal shade, Whose artless music charms my ear, Your lively songs, my heart upbraid, My languid heart how insincere! While all your little pow'rs collected, raise A tribute to your great Creator's praise. II. Ye lovely offspring of the ground, Flow'rs of a thousand beauteous dyes, You spread your Maker's glory round, And breathe your odours to the skies: Unsully'd, you display your lively bloom, Unmingled, you present your sweet perfume. III. Ye winds that waft the fragrant spring, You, whisp'ring, spread his name abroad, Or shake the air with sounding wing And speak the awful pow'r of God: [p.53] His will, with swift obedience, you perform, Or in the gentle gale, or dreadful storm. IV. Ye radiant orbs that guide the day, Or deck the sable veil of night; His wond'rous glory you display, Whose hand imparts your useful light: Your constant task, unweary'd, you pursue, Nor deviate from the path your Maker drew. V. My God, shall ev'ry creature join In praises to thy glorious name, And this ungrateful heart of mine Refuse the universal theme? Well may the stars and winds, the birds and flow'rs, Reprove the heart that brings not all its pow'rs. VI. Thy grace this languid heart can raise, These dissipated pow'rs unite, Can bid me pay my debt of praise With love sincere, and true delight; O let thy grace inspire my heart, my tongue! Then shall I grateful join creation's song. Languages: English

Pleasure

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #55 (1760) First Line: How vain a thought is bliss below! Lyrics: I. How vain a thought is bliss below! 'Tis all an airy dream! How empty are the joys that flow On pleasure's smiling stream! II. Now gayly-painted bubbles rise With varied colours bright; They break, the short amusement flies— Can this be call'd delight? III. Transparent now, and all serene The gentle current flows: While fancy draws the flatt'ring scene, How fair the landskip shows! IV. But soon its transient charms decay, When ruffling tempests blow; The soft delusions fleet away, And pleasure ends in woe. V. Why do I here expect repose? Or seek for bliss in vain? Since every pleasure earth bestows, Is but dissembled pain. VI. O let my nobler wishes soar Beyond these seats of night; In heav'n substantial bliss explore, And permanent delight! VII. There pleasure flows forever clear; And rising to the view Such dazling scenes of joy appear, As fancy never drew. VIII. No fleeting landskip cheats the gaze, Nor airy form beguiles; But everlasting bliss displays Her undissembled smiles. IX. Adieu to all below the skies, Celestial guardian come! On thy kind wing my soul would rise To her eternal home. Languages: English

To Mr. Hervey, On his Theron and Aspasio

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #69 (1760) First Line: O sent by heav'n, to teach the Saviour's praise Lyrics: I. O sent by heav'n, to teach the Saviour's praise, And bid our hearts with pure devotion glow! Truth shines around thee, with distinguish'd rays, And all graces in thy language flow. II. Here beauteous landskips spread their various charms, The mind inspiring with delight serene; With pleasing pow'r while sacred friendship warms, And blest religion crowns the lovely scene. III. Now deeply humbled, self-abas'd, we read The abject state of Adam's wretched race; Now smiling hope lifts up her chearful head, And faith adores immeasurable grace. IV. What glories in our great Immanuel shine! How rich, how free, how full his merits rise! The curse remov'd, fulfill'd the law divine; For rebels he obeys, for traitors dies. V. His righteousness, (immortal robe!) he gives To cloath the naked; while his flowing blood Pours healing balm, the wounded sinner lives To speak the honours of the Savior God. VI. In him, what countless, endless wonders meet! Truth, justice, mercy, reconcil'd appear: His name, how precious! how divinely sweet! Joy to the heart, and music to the ear. VII. O Hervey, be thy pleasing labours crown'd With bliss beyond the low rewards of fame! Such joy be thine, as thy Aspasio found, While many a Theron owns the Saviour's name. Languages: English

The Faithfulness of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #84 (1760) First Line: Almighty Sov'reign, gracious Lord Lyrics: I. Almighty Sov'reign, gracious Lord, How full, how firm, thy royal word! Thy love, how condescending and how kind! Nor can the pow'r of language more, With all its force, with all its store, Confirm the sacred deed, or more securely bind. II. Sooner the mountains shall depart, And from their firm foundations start, Than thy eternal kindness shall remove! Or be I shaken from thy heart, If ever there I had a part, If ever I possest an int'rest in thy love. III. Yes, Lord, thy promises are clear, Thy pow'r and faithfulness appear; Nor can I doubt omnipotence and grace: But ah! myself, my sins I fear, These springs of doubt are ever near, These gloomy clouds which rise and hide thy lovely face. IV. O let thy mercy's healing ray Arise, and chase these clouds away; Thy spirit's witness (evidence divine!) Beam o'er my soul with sacred light; Then shall my joys all pure and bright, Unclouded and serene, with pleasing lustre shine. Scripture: Isaiah 54:10 Languages: English

Encouragement to Trust in God

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #90 (1760) First Line: Engaging argument! here let me rest Lyrics: I. Engaging argument! here let me rest With humble confidence and faith intire: What, less than this, can calm my troubled breast? What more can my distrustful heart desire? II. Encouraged by so full, so sweet a word, Fain would my soul forbid intruding fears: To thee, almighty Father, gracious Lord! Fain would I bring my load of anxious cares. III. But can a vile, a guilty creature dare Aspire to hope for favours so divine? Aspire to claim an int'rest in thy care, Or boldly call the glorious blessing mine? IV. O let thy spirit's sacred influence seal The kind assurance to my doubting soul, Thy pard'ning love, thy tender care reveal; The blissful view shall all my fears controul. Scripture: 1 Peter 5:7 Languages: English