Defpis'd the manfions of his grace,
Too proud to feek a hiding place.

3. Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darknefs more than light
Madly I ran the finful race,

Secure without a hiding place.

4. But lo! the eternal council ran,
Almighty love arrest the man;
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place.

5. Vindictive Juftice ftood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;
But Juftice cried, with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding place.

6. But lo! a heavenly voice I heard,
And Mercy's angel foon appear'd;
She led me on a pleafing pace,
To Jefus as my hiding place.

7. Should ftorms of fevenfold thunder roll,
And shake this globe from pole to pole,
No thunder-bolts should daunt my face,
For Jefus is my hiding place.

8. On him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have crush'd a world to hell;
He bore it for his chosen race,
And thus became my hiding place.

9. A few more rolling funs at most
Will land me on fair Canaan's coast,

Where I fhall fing the fongs of grace,
And fee my glorious hiding place.

This do in remembrance of me.

GLORY to my dear Saviour, that feeks no greater return for all his labor of love, than thankful remembrance of it at his table. Oh, fhould I grudge to give fuch a small return to him that fuffered the pain of death and hell for me! Had he bid me facrifice my firft-born, and give all that I have to the poor, or go a pilgrimage to the Holy Land to vifit his fepulchre, or go to the top of Mount Calvary, where the crofs ftood, as a token of thankfulness for his love, could I have refufed it? But he put me to no fuch task. Lord thou bidft me not go to a bloody fcaffold to remember thee, but to a well covered table to do it. Thou bidft me not go there to bleed or burn for thee, but to eat and drink; not the bread of affliction, or water of adverfity, but bread that ftrengthens the heart, and wine that cheers the drooping fpirit, bread and wine thou haft fanctified and bleffed for me. Surely, O dear Saviour, I owe my life to thee, nay a thoufand lives if I had them; but it is not my life, but my memory and thoughts thou art calling for r; it is not to die for thee, but to remember thee. Didft thou drink the cup of wrath on the cross for me, and fhall not I drink a cup of

bleffing at the table for thee, nay for myself, and for my eternal salvation?

Let me go then to his holy table, with faith, love and thankfulness, to remember Chrift and his dying love; as he commanded me. And while I remember him, let me alfo receive and embrace him as my bleeding High Prieft, in the arms of my faith, and at the fame time throw my guilty foul into his wounded arms, for faving me from wrath. Let me go and remember the wounding and piercings of my Redeemer, with a pierced and wounded heart for thofe curfed fins, which nailed and killed the Prince of Life. Let me henceforth be the death of fin, which was the death of my dear Saviour. Oh, fhall I fuffer in to live any longer in me, that would not fuffer my Redeemer to live in this world?

1. JESUS once for finners flain,
From the dead was raif'd again;
And in heaven is now fat down,
With his Father on his throne.

2. There he reigns, a king fupreme,
We fhall alfo reign with him;
Feeble fouls be not difmay'd,
Truft in his Almighty aid.

3. He hath made an end of fin,

And his blood has wafh'd us clean;

Fear not, he is ever near,

Now, e'en now he's with us here.

4. Thus affembling, we by faith,
Till he come, fhow forth his death,
Of his body, bread's the fign,
And we drink his blood in wine.

5. Bread thus broken aptly fhows
How his body God did bruife;
When the grape's rich blood we fee,
Lord, we then remember thee.

6. Saints on earth, and faints above,
Celebrate his dying love,

And let ev'ry ranfom❜d foul,
Sound his praise from pole to pole.

The glory of God in his works of creation, providence, and redemption.

MY being immediately flows from thee, and fhould I not praife my omnipotent Maker? I received the laft breath I drew from thee, thou doft fuftain my life this very moment, and the next depends entirely on thy pleasure. Tis the dignity of my nature to know, and my happiness to praife and adore my great Original. But oh! thou Supreme of all things, how art thou to be extolled by mortal man! "I fay to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worms ye are my brethren. My days are as a hand's-breadth, and my life is nothing before thee: but thou art mine, and thy years never fail. From everlafting to

everlasting thou art God !" the incomprehenfible, the immutable Divinity. The language of paradife, and the ftrains of celestial eloquence, fall short of thy perfections; the firft-born fons of light lose themselves in blissful astonishment in fearch of thy excellencies; even they, with filent ecftafy, adore thee, while thou art veiled with ineffable fplendor.

The bright, the bleft Divinity is known,
And comprehended by himself alone.

Who can conceive the extent of that power, which out of nothing brought materials for a rifing world, and from gloomy chaos bid the harmonious universe appear!

Confufion hear'd the voice, and wild uproar
Stood rul'd; food vaft Infinity confin'd.

At thy word the pillars of the fky were fram'd and its beauteous arches raised; thy breath kindled the stars, adorned the moon with filver rays, and gave the fun its flaming fplendor. Thou didft prepare for the waters their capacious bed, and by thy power fet bounds to the raging billows by thee the vallies were cloathed in their flowery pride, and the mountains crowned with groves. In all the wonderful effects of nature we adore and confefs thy power; thou uttereft thy voice in thunder, and doft fcatter lightning abroad, thou rideft on wings of the wind, the