SACRED SONGS

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love, My hope, and ev'ry grace; But Jefus fpent his life, to work The robe of righteoufnefs.

6 Strangely, my foul, art thou array’d By the great facred Three! In fweeteft harmony of praife Let all thy pow'rs agree.

XVIII.

God dwelling among Men. Rev. xxi. 3.­L O! what a glorious fight appears To our believing eyes!

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The earth and feas are país'd away, And the old rolling ſkies.

2 From the third Heav'n where God refides,

That holy, happy place, The New Jerufalem comes down, Adorn'd with fhining grace.

3 Attending angels fhout for joy, And the bright armies fing,

* Mortals, behold the facred feat " Of your defcending King.