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5 Dear God! the treafures of thy love Are everlafting mines,

Deep as our helpleſs mis'ries are, And boundlefs as our fins.

6 The happy gates of gofpel grace Stand open night and day: Lord, we are come to feek fupplies, And drive our wants away.

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The Safety and Song of Sion. Ifa. xxxvi. OW honourable is the place Where we adoring ftand, Sion the glory of the earth, itry And beauty of the land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend The city where we dwell; The walls of ftrong falvation made, Defy th' affaults of hell.

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3 Lift up the everlafling gates,

The doors wide open fling; Enter ye nations that obey

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