AND HYMNS.

4 The God of glory down to men " Removes his blefs'd abode;

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* Men the dear objects of his grace, ' And he the loving God.

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His own foft hand fhall wipe the tears. " From ev'ry weeping eye, [ fears,

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and " And death itfelf fhall die.'

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long! Shall this bright hour delay?

Fly fwifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day.

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The Saints begotten to a lively Hope. 1 Pet. i. 3, & c.

Left be the everlaſting God, The Father of our Lord;

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Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majefty ador'd.

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the ſky,

He gave our fouls a lively hope That they ſhould never die.