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SACRED SONGS

3. Thoſe are the prayers of the faints, And thefe the hymns they raife: Jefus is kind to our complaints, He loves to hear our praife.

4 Eternal Father, who fhall look Into thy fecret will? Who but the Son fhall take that book, And open ev'ry feal?

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He fhall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son deferves it well; Lo! in his hand the fov'reign keys Of Heav'n, and death, and hell!

6 Now to the Lamb that once was flain, Be, endlefs bleffings paid: Salvation, glory, joy, remain For ever on thy head.

7 Thou haft redeem'd our fouls with blood, Haft fet the pris'ners free, Haft made us kings and priefts to God, And we fhall reign with thee.

8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy pow'r; Then fhorten thefe delaying days, And bring the promis'd hour.