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SACRED
SONGS AND HYMNS,
ON
VARIOUS PASSAGES OF SCRIPTURE,
APPROVED BY THE
Synod of Relief,
AND RECOMMENDED TO BE SUNG IN THEIR
CONGREGATIONS UNDER THEIR
INSPECTION.
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1809.

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PREFACE.
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THE singing of Hymns and Sacred Songs, in connection with the Psalms of David, appears evidently to have the countenance of Scripture, Ephes. v. 18, 19. Col. iii. 16. And were it necessary, it admits of the clearest proof from history, that in the primitive ages of Christianity, Spiritual Songs, on divine subjects, different from the Psalms, were frequently used by Christians. This is sufficiently obvious from Pliny's letters, which were written about the end of the first century. * The Christians( he says) were in use to sing hymns to Christ, as to God*"
The book of Psalms is indeed greatly to be esteemed, and were Christians allowed to make use of one only of the sacred books in praising God, I am of opinion that the Psalms should be preferred to any other, on account of the great diversity of objects and cases contained in them, But by divine appointment Christians are laid under no such restriction, and therefore no human authority should be suffered to abridge that liberty, which the Scriptures grant them, and wherewith Christ hath made them free.
Are not the Psalms or Songs of Moses, of Isaiah, of Paul, of Peter, of John, and of other sacred writers, as sacred and important as these of David, Asaph, Heman ,. & c.? Particularly, can any just reason be assigned, why Christians should not sing the Songs of their own dispensation, but still confine themselves to those of the ancient tabernacle and temple? They very properly use passages of the New Testament in their prayers, and why not also in their praises? In their prayers they bless God, either in the express words of the New Testament, or words framed by themselves in agreeaPlin Lib x. Epist 97.- Quod essent Soliti( i. e. Christiani) carmen Chrifto, quasi Deo, dicere.

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bleness to it, and may they not do the same thing in their songs of praise? They may just as well confine themselves to the Book of Psalms in their prayers as their praises. None can deny, that other parts of Scripture are pregnant with matter of praise, and if they contain the matter of praise, they may surely be converted into songs of praise. Our Psalms were reduced to metre by uninspired men, and may not other passages of Scripture be formed into metre, by uninspired men likewise, and be every way as beneficial for the edification of Christians?
PREFACE.
By connecting a proper collection of other Scriptural Songs with our present Psalmody, Christians will be furnished with a greater diversity of Spiritual matter in their Songs of praise, and better adapted to many particular cases. Their knowledge of the Scriptures will increase by seeing them illustrated in their Psalmody, and by having access to meditate on those passages that are the grounds of them. They will have frequent opportunities in their closets, their families, and religious assembles, to exercise their graces on the histories, predictions, promises, doctrines, ordinances and duties of divine revelation, by which they will be built up in faith, holiness, and comfort, unto eternal life.
The following System of Hymns and Sacred Songs is collected from several authors, who with a pious and laudable diligence have employed their talents and attention in compositions of this kind. They are either founded upon particular texts of Scripture, or are Paraphrases upon several verses in particular chapters of the Sacred Books. It is hoped the matter of them will be found truly evangelical by those who know and obey the truth. May the blessing of God attend them, and render them eminently subservient in promoting his. glory, and the edification and comfort of his people.
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SACRED SONGS
AND
HYMNS
ON VARIOUS
PASSAGES OF SCRIPTURE.
HYMN I.
The exiftence of God. Heb. xi. 6. THOU didft, Almighty God, exift
Ere time began its race, Before the ample elements
Fill'd up the voids of fpace.
2 Before the pond'rous earthly globe In fluid air was ftay'd; Before the ocean's mighty fprings Their liquid ftores diſplay'd:
3 Ere men ador'd, or angels knew Or prais'd thy wondrous name; Thy blifs, O facred Spring of Life! And glory were the ſame. A 2

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And when the pillars of the world With fudden ruin break; And all this vaft and goodly frame Sinks in the mighty wreck;
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For ever permanent and fix'd, From agitation free, Unchang'd, thro' everlaſting years, Shall thy exiftence be.
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The Creation. Gen. i.
NOW let the fpacious world arife!"
Said the Creator Lord;
At once th' obedient earth and ſkies Rofe at his fov'reign word.
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2 Dark was the deep; the waters lay Confus'd and drown'd the land: He call'd the light; the new- born day Attends on his command.
3 He bids the clouds afcend on high; The clouds afcend and bear A wat'ry treafure to the ſky, And float on fofter air.

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4 The liquid element below
Was gather'd by his hand: The rolling feas together flow, And leave the folid land.
5 With herbs and plants( a flow'ry birth) The naked globe he crown'd,
Ere there was rain to blefs the earth, Or fun to warm the ground.
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6 Then he adorn'd the upper fkies;
Behold the fun appears!
The moon and ſtars in order rife To mark out months and years.
7 Out of the deep th' Almighty King Did vital beings frame, The painted fowls of ev'ry wing, And fifh of ev'ry name.
8 He gave the lion and the worm At once their wondrous birth, And grazing beafts of various form Rofe from the teeming earth.
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9 Adam was fram'd of equal clay, Tho' fov'reign of the reft, Defign'd for nobler ends than they, With God's own image blefs'd.
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10 Thus glorious in the Maker's eye The young creation ftood; He faw the building from on high, His word pronounc'd it good.
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11 Lord, while the frame of nature ſtands, Thy praife fhall fill my tongue;
But the new world of
grace demands
A more exalted fong.
III.
The Being and Glory of God manifefted by his Works. Pfal. xix. 1.
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THE HE fpacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial fky, And fpangled heav'ns, a fhining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
2 Th' unwearied fun, from day to day, Does his Creator's pow'r difplay; And publiſhes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty hand.
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Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the lift'ning earth Repeats the ſtory of her birth.

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4 While all the ftars around her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And ſpread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What tho' in folemn filence all
Move round the dark terreftrial ball? What tho' no real voice, nor found, Amidſt their radiant orbs be found? 6 In reafon's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever finging as they fhine, " The hand that made us is divine."
IV.
The Glories of the Lamb. Rev. v. 9-12.
BEhold the glories of the Lamb
Amidft his Father's throne! Prepare new honours for his name, And fongs before unknown. 2 Let elders worfhip at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours fweet And harps of fweeter found.
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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.

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V.
Immanuel, or God with us.
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Matt. i. 23.
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ERE the blue heav'ns were ftretch'd aFrom everlaſting was the Word! With God he was; the Word was God, And muft divinely be ador'd.
2 By his own pow'r were all things made; By Him fupported all things ftand, He is the whole creation's head, And Angels fly at his command.
3 Ere fin was born, or Satan fell, He led the hoft of morning ftars; ( Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years?)
4 But lo, He leaves thofe Heav'nly forms, The Word defcends and dwells in clay, That he may hold converfe with worms, Drefs'd in fuch feeble fleſh as they.
5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son; How full of truth! how full of grace! When thro' his eyes the Godhead fhone!

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6 Arch- angels leave their high abode, To learn new myft'ries here, and tell The loves of our defcending God, The glories of Immanuel.
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VI.
Submiffion to afflictive Providence. Job i. 21.
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1 NAked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at firſt, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our duft.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own,
Are but fhort favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon.
3" Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or finks them in the grave,
He gives, and( bleffed be his name!) He takes but what he gave.
4 Peace! all our angry paffions then, Let each rebellious figh Be filent at his fov’reign will, And ev'ry murmur die.

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5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives, Its praifes fhall be ſpread, And we'll adore the juftice too That ftrikes our comforts dead.
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VII.
The Chriftian's Triumph over Death. Job xix. 25.
GReat God, I own thy fentence juft,
And nature muſt decay; I yield my body to the duſt, To dwell with fellow- clay.
2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs; My Jefus, my Redeemer lives, My God, my Saviour comes.
3 The mighty Conq'ror fhall appear High on a royal feat, And death, the laft of all his foes, Lye vanquiſh'd at his feet.
4 Tho' greedy worms devour my ſkin, And gnaw my wafting fleſh, When God fhall build my frame again, He'll clothe it all afreſh.
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5 Then fhall I fee thy lovely face With ftrong immortal eyes, And feaft upon thy unknown grace With pleafure and furpriſe.
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VIII.
The Poor invited to the Gospel Feaft. Ifa. lv. 1, 2.
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LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice, The trumpet of the Goſpel founds With an inviting voice.
2 Eternal wifdom has prepar'd A foul- reviving feaft, And bids your longing appetites The rich provifion tafte.
pant for living fireams,
Ho!
that ye
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirft With fprings that never dry;
4 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join: Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

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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.
IX.
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HOW
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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4 Here fhall you tafle unmingled joys, And live in perfect peace;
You that have known Jehovah's name, And ventur'd on his grace.
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Truft in the Lord, for ever truft, And banifh all your fears: Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, Eternal as his years.
6 What tho' the rebels dwell on high, His arm fhall bring them low; Low as the caverns of the grave Their lofty heads fhall bow.
7 On Babylon our feet fhall tread In that rejoicing hour; The ruin of her walls fhall fpread A pavement for the poor.
X.
The Blefednefs of Gofpel- timer. Ifa. v. 2,& c.
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HOW
OW beauteous are their feet Who ftand on Sion's hill, Who bring falvation on their tongue, And words of peace reveal!

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2 How charining is their voice! How fweet the tidings are! Sion, behold thy Saviour- King, He reigns and triumphs here."
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How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful found, Which Kings and Prophets waited for, And fought, but never found! 4 How bleffed are our eyes, That fee this heav'nly light! Prophets and Kings defir'd it long, But died without the fight.
5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs, And deferts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare his arm Thro' all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God..
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XL.
The Sovereignty of Grace in revealing Chrift. Luke x. 21.
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4
ESUS, the man of conflant grief,
JESU A mourner all his days;
His fpirit once rejoic'd aloud, And tun'd his joy to praife.
" Father, I thank thy wondrous love, " That hath reveal d thy Son To men unlearned; and to babes Has made thy gofpel known.
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3 The myft'ries of redeeming grace " Are hidden from the wife;
• While pride and carnal reas'ning join To fwell and blind their eyes.'
Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth His great decrees fulfil, And orders all his works of grace By his own fov'reign will.

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XII.
The Triumph of Faith. Rom. viii. 33.
WHO fhall the Lord's elect condemn? ' Tis God that juftifies their fouls; And mercy, like a mighty ftream, O'er all their fins divinely rolls.
2 Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? " Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their ftead; And, their falvation to fulfil ,! Behold him rifing from the dead. ³
3 He lives! he lives! and fits above, For ever interceding there: Who fhall divide us from his love, Or what fhould tempt us to defpair? 4 Shall perfecution or diftrefs,
Famine, or fword,' or nakednefs? He that hath lov'd us bears us thro', And makes us more than conq'rors too.
5 Faith hath an overcoming pow'r,
It triumphs in the dying hour: Chrift is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we fink with fuch a prop... B 3

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6 Not all that men on earth can do,
Nor pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below, Shall caufe his mercy to remove,
Or wean our hearts from Chrift, our love.
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XIII.
Chrift the Believer's Strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7,& c.
LET me but hear ET me but hear my Saviour fay, Strength fhall be equal to the day:' Then I rejoice in deep diftrefs, Leaning on all fufficient grace.
2 I glory in infirmity,
That Chrift's own pow'r may reft on me: When I am weak, then am I ſtrong, Grace is my fhield, and Chrift my fong.
3 I can do all things, or can bear
All fuff'rings, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleaſures mingle with the pains, While his left hand my head fuftains.
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn, And we attempt the work alone, When new temptations fpring and rife, We find how great our weaknefs is.

AND HYMNS.
XIV.
Hofanna to the Son of David. Matt. xxi.
9.
Hofinna to the Royal Son
Of David's ancient line!
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His natures two, his perfon one Myfterious and divine.
2 The root of David here we find, And off fpring is the fame; Eternity and time are join'd In our Immanuel's name.
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Blefs'd he that comes to wretched men With peaceful news from heav'n! Hofannas, of the higheft ftrain,
To Chrift the Lord be giv'n!
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Let mortals ne'er refufe to take
Th' Hofanna on their tongues, Left rocks and ftones fhould rife, and break Their filence into fongs.
XV.
1 Cor. xv. 55.
Victory over Death.
I.
¹0 For an overcoming faith
To chear my dying hours, To triumph o'er the monfter death, And all his frightful pow'rs!

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2 Joyful, with all the ſtrength I have, My quiv'ring lips fhould fing, " Where is thy boafted vict'ry, grave? And where the monſter's fting?'
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3 If fin be pardon'd I'm fecure, Death has no fting befide; The law gives fin its damning pow'r ,, But Chrift, my ranfom, died.
4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conq'rors while we die, Thro' Chrift our living head.
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XVI.
The felicity of dying in Jefus. Rev. xiv. 13. Ear what the voice from heav'n proFor all the pious dead,[ claims
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• Sweet is the favour of their names,
" And foft their fleeping bed.
They die in Jefus and are blefs'd; " How kind their flumbers are! From fuff'rings and from fins releas'd, " And freed from ev'ry fnare.

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Far from this world of toil and ftrife They're prefent with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life End in a large reward,'
XVII.
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The Robe of Righteoufnefs. Ifa. Ixi. 10.
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A Wake, my heart; arife, my tongue;
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice.
2' Tis he adorn'd my naked foul, And made falvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm He makes his graces fhine.
3 And left the fhadow of a fpot Should on my foul be found, He took the Robe the Saviour wrought, And caft it all around.
4 How far the Heav'nly Robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! Thofe ornaments how bright they fhine! How white the garments are!

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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.

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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.
XIX.
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,
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3 What tho' our inbred fins require Our fleſh to fee the duft,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rofe, So all his chofen muft.
4 There's an inheritance divine Referv'd againſt that day; ' Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade away.
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Saints by the pow'r of God are kept " Till the falvation come;
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We walk by faith, as ftrangers here, " Till Chrift fhall call us home.
XX.
God's Tendernefs and Care of Sion. Ifa. xlix..
13, 14.
NOW fhall my inward joys arife,
And burft into a fong; Almighty love infpires my heart, And pleafures tune my tongue. a God on his thirfty Sion hill
Some mercy- drops has thrown, And folemn oaths have bound his love To fhow'r falvation down.

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3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Sufpicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and fhall his grace Grow weary of his faints?
4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb,
And' mongſt a thouſand tender thoughts Her fuckling have no room?
5'Yet,' faith the Lord,' fhould nature change And mothers monſters prove,
" Sion ftill dwells upon the heart Of everlaſting Love.
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6 Deep on the palms of both my hands I have engrav'd her name;
My hands fhall raife her ruin'd walls, And build her broken frame.'
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XXI.
The last Judgment. Rev. xxi. 5,& c.
SEE where the great incarnate God Fills a majeftic throne,
While from the fkies his awful voice Bears the laſt judgement down, C

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I am the Firft, and I the Laft, V Thro' endlefs years the fame;
I AM is my memorial ftill, And my eternal name.
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" Such favours as a God can give, " My royal grace beftows;
Ye thirfty fouls, come tafte the ftreams * Where life and pleafure flows.
The faint that triumphs o'er his fins, I'll own him for a fon;
The whole creation fhall reward The conquefts he has won."
5 O may I ftand before the Lamb,
When earth and feas are fled! And hear the Judge pronounce my name With bleffings on my head:
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6 May I with thofe for ever dwell, Who here were my delight, While finners, hanifh'd down to hell, No more offend my fight.
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XXII.
Original Sm. Pfal. li. 5.
WITH humble thame we meditate
On our original;
How far are we degenerate By our firit father's fall!
2 To all that's good averfe and blind, But prone to all that's ill; What dreadful darknefs vails our mind! How obftinate our will!
Conceiv'd in fin( O wretched ftate!) Before, we draw our breath; The firft young pulfe begins to beat Iniquity and death.
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How ftrong in our degen'rate blood The old corruption reigns,
And, mingling with the crooked flood, Wanders thro' all our veins!
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Wild and unwholefome as the root, Will all the branches be; How can we hope for living fruit From fuch a deadly tree?
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6 What mortal pow'r from things unclean Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital ftream From an infected fpring?
7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love Can make our nature clean, While Chrift and grace prevail above The tempter, death, and fin.
8 The fecond Adam fhall reftore The ruins of the firſt;
Hofanna to that fov'reign Pow'r That new- creates our duft!
XXIII.
The promifed Meffiah Born. Luke i. 46.
OUR UR fouls fhall magnify the Lord,
In God the Saviour we rejoice; While we repeat the Virgin's fong, May the fame Spirit tune our voice. 2 The Higheft faw her low eftate,
And mighty things his hand hath done; His over- fhadowing pow'r and grace Makes her the mother of his Son.
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3 Let ev'ry nation call her bleff'd, And endleſs years prolong her fame; But God alone muſt be ador'd; Holy and rev'rend is his name.
4 To thoſe that fear and truſt the Lord, His mercy ftands for ever fure: From age to age his promife lives, And the performance is fecure.
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5 He fpake to Abra'm and his feed, do " In thee fhall all the earth be blefs'd:', The mem'ry of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breaft.
6 But now no more fhall Ifra'l wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn; Lo, the defire of nations comes! Behold the promis'd Seed is born!
XXIV.
The Saint rejoicing in the Saviour's coming. Rev. i. 5,& c.
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The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And ftrains of nobler praife above. C 3

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2' Twas he that cleans'd our fouleft fins, And wafh'd us in his precious blood: ' Tis he that makes us priefts and kings, And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jefus, our atoning Prieft,
To Jefus, our exalted King, Be everlaſting pow'r confefs'd, And ev'ry tongue his glory fing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And ev'ry eye fhall fee him move; Tho' with our fins we pierc'd him once; Then he difplays his pard'ning love.
5 The unbelieving world fhall wail, While we rejoice to fee the day:
Come, Lord,' nor let thy promiſe fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay.
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XXV.
Adoration to the Lamb. Rev. v. 11,& c.
COME let us join our cheerful fongs With angels round the throne, Ten thoufand thoufand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

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2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
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" To be exalted thus:
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Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply, For he was flain for us.
3 Jefus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And bleffings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine.
4 Let all that dwell above the ſky, And air, and earth, and feas, Confpire to lift thy glories high, And fpeak thine endlefs praife.
5 The whole creation join in one, To blefs the facred name Of him that fits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
XXVI.
The Church efpous'd and Chrift crown'd. Song iii. 3.
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Aughters of Sion, come behold,
D The crown of honour and of gold,
Which the glad church with joys unknown Plac'd on the head of Solomon.

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2 Jefus, thou everlafting King! Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept the well deferv'd renown, And wear our praifes as thy crown.
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Let ev'ry act of worſhip be Like our efpoufals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above, We firft receiv'd thy pledge of love. 4 The gladnefs of that happy day!
Our hearts would wiſh it long to ſlay; Nor let our faith forfake its hold, Nor comfort fink, nor love grow cold. 5 Each foll'wing minute, as it flies,
Increaſe thy praife, improve our joys, ' Till we are rais'd to fing thy name, At the great fupper of the Lamb. 6 O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation- day! The King of grace fhall fill the throne, With all his Father's glories on,

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A Morning Hymn. Pfal. cxxxix. 18. GOD OD of the morning at whofe voice The cheerful fun makes hafte to rife, And like a giant doth rejoice
To run his journey thro' the ſkies.
2 From the fair chambers of the Eaft The circuit of his race begins, And without wearinefs to reft, Round the whole earth he flies and fhines..
3 Oh, like the fun, may I fulfil
Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind, and active will, March on, and keep my heav'nly way.
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But I fhall rove and lofe the race, If God, my fun, fhould diſappear, And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow ev'ry wand'ring ftar.
5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlightning our beclouded eyes; Thy threatnings juft, thy promife fure, Thy goſpel makes the fimple wife.

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6 Give me thy counfel for my guide, And then receive me to thy blifs; All my defires and hopes befide Are faint and cold compar'd with this. om eile 16( 10)
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An Evening Hymn. Pfal. iv. 8.
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HUS far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his pow'r prolongs my days, And ev'ry ev'ning fhall make known Some freſh memorial of his grace.
2 Much of my time has run to waſte, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies paft, He gives me ftrength for days to come.
3 I lay my body down to fleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head; While well- appointed angels keep Their watchful ftations round my bed. 4 In vain the fons of earth or hell
Tell me a thoufand frightful things; My God in fafety makes me dwell Beneath the fhadow of his wings.

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5 Faith in his name forbids my fear: O may thy prefence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindneſs of thy heart:
6 Thus when the night of death fhall come, My fleſh fhall reft beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to roufe my tomb, With fweet falvation in the found.
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God dwells with the Humble. Ifa. lvii. 15, 16.
HUS faith the high and lofty One, " I fit upon my holy throne;
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My name is God, I dwell on high, " Dwell in my own eternity.
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" But I defcend to worlds below, " On earth I have a manfion too; The humble fpirit and contrite " Is the abode of my delight.
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The humble foul my words revive, ' I bid the mourning finner live;
Heal all the broken hearts I find, * And eaſe the forrows of the mind.

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" When I contend againſt their fin, " I make them know how vile they've been; • But fhould my wrath for ever fmoke, Their fouls would fink beneath myftroke.'
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5 O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Left we fhould faint, defpair, and die! Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chaft'ning love.
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Joy in Heaven for the repenting Sinner. Luke xv. 7,& c.
W HO can defcribe the joys that rife
Thro' all the courts of paradife, To fee a prodigal return, To fee an heir of glory born?
2 With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love; The Son with joy looks down and fees The purchaſe of his agonies.
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The Spirit takes delight to view The holy foul he form'd anew, And faints and angels join to fing The growing empire of their King.

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XXXI.
The Crofs the Chriftian's Glory. Gal. vi. 14.
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' M not afham'd to own my Lord, Or to defend his caufe,
Maintain the glory of his crofs, And honour all his laws.
2 Jefus, my God! I know his name, His name is all my truft; Nor will he put my foul to fhame, Nor let my hope be loft.
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Firm as his throne his promife flands, And he can well fecure
What I've committed to his hands ' Till the deciſive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthleſs name
Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerufalem Appoint my foul a place.
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XXXII.
The Lord our Righteoufnefs. Jer. xxiii. 6. NO more, my God, I boaft no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before, To truſt the merits of thy Son. Now for the love I bear his name, et What was my gain I count my lofs; My former pride I call my fhame, And nail my glory to his crofs.
3 Yes, and I muft, and will efteem All things but loft for Jefus' fake; O may my foul be found in him, And of his righteoufnefs partake? 4 The beft obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can anſwer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done.

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XXXIII.
Salvation by Grace. Tit. iii. 3.7.
ORD, we confefs our num'rous faults, How great our guilt has been; Foolifh and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were fin.
2 But, O my foul, for ever praife, For ever love his name,
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Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways Of folly, fin, and.fhame:
3' Tis not by works of righteoufnefs Which our own hands have done; But we are fav'd by fov'reign grace, Abounding thro' his Son.
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' Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; ' Tis by the water and the blood Our fouls are wafh'd from fin.
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' Tis thro' the purchafe of his death, Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is fent down to breathe On fuch dry bones as we.
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6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew;
And, juttified by grace, We fhall appear in glory too, And fee our Father's face.
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Chrift's compaffion to the Weak and Tempted.
Matt. xii. 20.
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WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our high Prieft above: His heart is made of tenderneſs, His bowels melt with love.
2 Touch'd with a fympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what fore temptations mean, For he has felt the fame.
3 But fpotleſs, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer flood, While Satan's fiery darts he bore ,And did refilt to blood.
4 He in the days of feeble fleth
Pour'd out his cries and tears, And in his meafure feels afreih What every member bears

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5 He'll never quench the fmoking flax, But raife it to a flame;
The bruifed reed he never breaks, Nor fcorns the meaneft name.
6 Then let our humble faith addrefs His mercy and his pow'r, We fhall obtain deliv'ring grace In the diftreffing hour.
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The Love of Chrift fhed abroad in the Heart. Eph. iii. 16.
¹ COME, deareft Lord, deſcend and dwell By faith and love in ev'ry breaſt; Then fhall we know, and taſte and feel The joys that cannot be expreft.
2 Come, fill our hearts with inward ftrength Make our enlarged fouls poffels,[ length And learn the height, and breadth, and Of thine unmeaſurable grace.
3 Now, to the God, whofe pow'r can do More than our thoughts or wifhes know, Be everlaſting honours done
By all the church, thro' Chrilt his Son. D 3

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XXXVI.
The Safety of the Saints. John x. 28, 29.
* FIRM as the earth thy goſpel ſtands,
My Lord, my hope, my truft, If I am found in Jefus hands, My foul can ne'er be loft.
: His honour is engag'd to fave The meaneft of his fheep; All that his heav'nly father gave His hands fecurely keep.
3 Nor death, nor hell, fhall e'er remove His fav'rites from his breaft; In the dear bofom of his love They muft for ever reft.
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The Witneffing and Sealing Spirit. Rom. viii. 16. Eph. i. 13.
WHY ſhould the children of a King Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter! defcend and bring Some tokens of thy grace.

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2 Doft thou not dwell in all thy faints, And feal the heirs of heav'n? When wilt thou banith my complaints, And fhow my fins forgiv'n?
3 Affure my confcience of her part In the Redeemer's blood, And bear thy witnefs with my heart, That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earneft of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy foft wings, celeftial Dove, Will fafe convey me home.
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Chrift in Metaphor.
Go Worfhip at Immanuel's feet,
See in his face what wonders meet! Earth is too narrow to exprefs His worth, his glory, or his grace.
2 The whole creation can afford
But fome faint fhadows of my Lord; Nature to make his beauties known, Muft mingle colours not her own.

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3 Is he compar'd to wine or bread? Dear Lord, our fouls would thus be fed: That fleſh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of life, is heav'nly wine.
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Is he a tree? The world receives. Salvation from his healing leaves: That righteous branch, that fruitful bough Is David's root and off- fpring too.
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Is he a rofe? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields: Or if the lily he affume,
The vallies blefs the rich perfume.
6 Is he a vine? His heav'nly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lafting union join
My foul to Chrift the living vine!
7 Is he the head? Each member lives, And owns the vital pow'rs he gives; The faints below, and faints above, Join'd by his Spirit and his love.
8 Is he a fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of fin and death: Thefe waters all my foul renew, And cleanfe my fpotted garments too.

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9 Is he a fire? He'll purge my drofs: But the true gold fuftains no lofs; Like a refiner fhall he fit,
And tread the refufe with his feet.
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10. Is he a rock? How firm he proves! The Rock of ages never moves;
Yet the fweet ftreams that from him flow Attend us all the defart thro'.
11 Is he a way? He leads to God, The path is drawn in lines of blood; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at Sion's hill.
12 Is he a door? I'll enter in;
Behold the paſtures large and green; A paradife divinely fair,
None but the fheep have freedom there.
13 Is he defign'd a corner- ftone
For men to build their heav'n upon? I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the plots of hell below.
14 Is he a temple? I adore
Th' indwelling majefty and pow'r;: And ftill to his moft holy place, Whene'er I pray I'll turn my face.

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15 Is he a flar? He breaks the night, Piercing the fhades with dawning light: know his glories from afar,
I know the bright the morning flar. 16 is he a fun? His beams are grace, His courfe is joy and righteoufnefs: Nations rejoice when he appears To chafe their clouds, and dry their tears. 17 O let me climb thofe higher ſkies,
Where ftorms and darknefs never rife! There he difplays his pow'rs abroad, And fhines and reigns th' incarnate God.
18 Nor earth, nor feas, nor fun, nor flars, Nor heav'n his full refemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face.
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Comfort under lofs of Godly Friends. Ifa. Ivii. 2.
WHY do we mourn departing friends?
Or thake at death's alarms? ' Tis but the voice that Jefus fends To call them to his arms.

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2 Are we not tending upward too, As fait as time can move? Nor would we with the hours more flow To keep us from our love.
3. Why should we tremble to convey ' I heir bodies to the tomb? There the dear fleſh of Jefus lay, And left a long perfume.
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The graves of all his faints he blefs'd, And foft'ned ev ry bed: Where ſhould the dying members reft, But with their dying Head?
Thence he arofe, afcended high, And fhew'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flefh fhall fly, At the great rifing day.
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6 Then let the laft loud trumpet found, And bid our kindred rife:
Awake, ye nations under ground, Ye faints, afcend the ſkies.
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The Chriftian's Morning Song. Pfal. v. 3.
NCE more, my foul, the rifing day Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him that rules the ſkies.
2 Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the found,
Wide as the heav'n on which he fits, To turn the feafons round.
3' Tis he fupports my mortal frame, My tongue fhall fpeak his praiſe; My fins would roufe his wrath to flame, And yet his wrath delays.
4 On a poor worm thy pow'r might tread, And I cou'd ne'er withstand:
Thy juftice might have cruth'd me dead, But mercy held thine hand.
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A thoufand wretched fouls are fled
Since the laſt fetting fun,
And yet thou length'neft out my thread, And yet my moments run.

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6 Dear God let all my hours be thine, Whilft I enjoy the light;
Then fhall my fun in fimiles decline, And bring a pleaſant night.
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The Chriftian's Evening Song. Pfal. iv. 8. READ Sov'reign let my ev'ning fong Like holy incenfe rife; Affift the off'rings of my tongue To reach the lofty ſkies.
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2 Thro' all the dangers of the day Thy hand was ftill my guard, And ftill to drive my wants away Thy mercy flood prepar'd.
3 Perpetual bleffings from above Incompaſs me around.
But, O how few returns of love Hath my Creator found!
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5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine To thy dear crofs I flee, And to thy grace my foul refign, To be renew'd by thee.
6 Sprinkled afrefh with pard'ning blood, I lay me down to reft, As in th' embraces of my God, Or on my Saviour's breaft.
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A Hymn for Morning or Evening.
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¹ HOlanna, with a cheerful found, To God's upholding hand; Ten thoufand fnares attend us round, And yet fecure we ftand.
2 O how ftupendous was the pow'r That rais'd us with a word, And ev'ry day, and ev'ry hour, We lean upon the Lord.
3 The ev'ning refts our weary head, And angels guard the room; We wake, and we admire the bed That was not made our tomb.

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The rifing morn cannot affure That we fhall end the day; For death ftands ready at the door To take our lives away..
5. Our life is forfeited by fin
To God's avenging law;: We own thy grace, Immortal King!! In ev'ry breath we draw.
6. God is our fun, whofe daily light. Our joy and fafety brings; Our feeble flesh lies fafe at night Beneath his fhady wings.
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Godly Sorrow flowing from the Saviour's Cross... Zech. xii. 10.
ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that facred head For fuch a worm as I?
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2 Thy body flain, dear Jefus, thine, And bath'd in its own blood, While all expos'd to wrath divine, The glorious Suff'rer flood.,
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3 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
4 Well might the fun in darkneſs hide, And fhut his glories in,
When God, Creator, groan'd and died For man the creature's fin.
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Thus might I hide my blufhing face While his dear crois appears, Diffolve my heart in thankfulnefs,
And melt my eyes to tears.sonsä
6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myfelf away, 02( 100) ' Tis all that I can do.
XLIV.
The Types the Shadow, Chrift the Substance. Col. ii. 17. out th
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THE true Meffiah now appears, The types are all withdrawn: So fly the fhadows and the ſtars Before the rifing dawn.

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2 No fmoking fweets nor bleeding Lambs, Nor kids, nor bullocks flain: Incenfe and fpice of coftly names s Would all be burnt in vain.
3 Aaron muft lay his robes away, His mitre and his veft, When God himſelf comes down to be.. The Off'ring and the Prieſt.
4 He took our mortal fleſh, to fhow. The wonders of his love; For us he paid his life below, For us he prays above..
5 Father,' he cries, forgive their fins, " For I myſelf have died,'
And then he fhows his open'd veins, And pleads his wounded fide.
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The Sabbath the Saints Delight. Ifa. lviii. 133
WElcome, fweet day of reft,
That faw the Lord arife;
Welcome to this reviving breaft, And thefe rejoicing eyes! E 3

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2 The King himſelf comes near, And feafts his faints to- day; Here we may fit, and fee him here, And love, and praife, and pray. 3 One day amidſt the place foss Where my dear God hath been, Is fweeter than ten thouſand days Of pleafurable fin.
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4 My willing foul would ſtay In fuch a frame as this, And fit and fing herfelf away To everlaſting blifs.
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Redemption by Price and Power. 1 Cor. vi. 20. ESUS, with all thy faints above, bear her part, Would found aloud thy faving love, And fing thy bleeding heart.
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2 Blefs'd be the Lamb, my deareft Lord, Who bought me with his blood, And quench'd his Father's flaming fword In his own vital flood.

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3 The Lamb that freed my captive foul From Satan's heavy chains, And fent the lion down to howl Where hell's deep horror reigns.
4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceafing praife, While angels live to know his name, Or faints to feel his grace.
XLVII.
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Fervency in Devotion defired. Rom. xii. 11. COME, Holy Spirit, from above, With all thy quick'hing pow'rs, Kindle a flame of facred love
In thefe cold hearts of ours.
How grov'ling on the earth we lie! Fond of its pleafing toys: Nor can we lift our fouls on high To reach fublimer joys.
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3 In vain we tune our formal fongs, In vain we ftrive to rife;
Hofannas languifh on our tongues, 12
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4 Dear Lord! and fhall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? Our love fo faint, fo cold to thee, And thine to us fo great?
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5 Come, Holy Spirit, from above, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come fhed abroad a Saviour's love, And that fhall kindle ours.
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A Song to God, Creator and Redeemer. Pfal. ciii. 1,& c.
LET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
never knew grace:
But we thy goodnefs will record To Adam's fallen race.
2 We raife our fhouts, O God, to thee, And fend them to thy throne; All glory to th' UNITED THREE, The undivided ONE.
3' Twas he( and we'll adore his name) That form'd us by a word;
' Tis he reftores our ruin'd frame: Salvation to the Lord!

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4 Hofanna! let the earth and ſkies Repeat the joyful found:
Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice, In the eternal round.
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The Shortnefs and Sorrow of Life. Gen. xlvii. 9.
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UR days, alas! our mortal days Are fhort and wretched too; " Evil and few,' the patriarch fays, And well the patriarch knew.
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2' Tis but at beft a narrow bound That Heav'n allows to men, And pains and fins run thro' the round: Of threefcore years and ten.
3 Well if ye muft be fad and few, Run on, my days, in hatte; Moments of fin, and months of wo, Ye cannot fly too faſt.
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Let heav'nly love prepare my foul, And call her to the ſkies, Where years of long falvation roll, And glory never dies.

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The Bleffednefs of dying in the Lord. Rev. xiv. 13.
DEATH cannot make our fouls afraid,
If God be with us there:
We may walk thro' the darkeft fhade, And never yield to fear.
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2. I could renounce my all below, If my Creator bid; livs And run, if I were call'd to go, Or die as Mofes did. orla HIS BRA on T 3 Might I but climb to Pifgah's top, And view the promis'd land, My fleſh itfelf would long to drop, A And pray for the coinmand.
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4 Clafp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, I would forget my breath, And lofe my life among the charms Of fo divine a death.
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2 In darkeft fhades if he appear, My dawning is begun! He is my foul's fweet morning flar, And he my rifing fun.
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Light in Darknefs. Pfal. xxiii. 4.
MY God the fpring of all my joys,
The life of my delights, The glory of my brighteft days, And comfort of my nights!
3 The op'ning heav'ns around me fhine, With beams of facred blifs, While Jefus fhews his heart is mine, And whifpers, I am his.'
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4 My foul would leave this heavy clay At that tranfporting word, Run up with joy the fhining way, T' embrace my deareft Lord. Fearlefs of hell and ghaftly death, I'd break thro' ev'ry foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Should bear me conq'ror thro'.

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LII.
The Shortnefs of Human Life. Pfal. xc. 10,
OUR life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever
The moment when our lives begin, We all begin to die.
2 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy lafting favours ſhare; Yet with the bounties of thy grace, Thou load'ft the rolling year.
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' Tis fov'reign mercy finds us food, And we are cloth'd with love; While grace ftands pointing out the road That leads our fouls above.
4 His goodneſs runs an endlefs round; All glory to the Lord! His mercy never knows a bound; And be his name ador'd.
5 Thus we begin the lafting fong; And when we clofe our eyes, Let the next age thy praife prolong Till aged nature dies.

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LIII.
The Beatific Vifion. 1 John iii. 2.
¹ FROM thee, my God, my joys ſhall rife,
And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the ſkies, And all created bounds.
The holy triumphs of my foul Shall death itſelf out- brave, Leave dull mortality behind And fly beyond the grave.
3 There where th' enthron'd Redeemer In heav'n's unmeafur'd fpace,[ reigns,
I'll ſpend a long eternity
In pleafure and in praiſe.
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4 Millions of years my wond'ring eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endleſs ages I'll adore The glories of thy love.
5 Sweet Jefus! every fimile of thine Shall frefh endearments bring, And thoufand taftes of new delight From all thy graces fpring. F

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6 Hafte, my Beloved, fetch my foul Up to thy blefs'd abode; For oh! my fpirit longs to fee My Saviour and my God,
LIV.
The Refurrection and Afcenfion of Chrift. John xx. 17. the bu
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Ofanna to the Prince of light, That cloath'd himſelf in clay; Enter'd the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the King of dread, Since our Immanuel roſe; He took the tyrant's fling away, And fpoil'd our hellith foes.
3 See how the Conq'ror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With fears of honour in his fleſh, ba A And triumph in his eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, ow And featters bleffings down;
Our Jefus fills the middle feat 45 DA Of the celeftial throne.

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5 Raife your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blefs'd abode, Sweet be the accents of your fongs To our incarnate God.
6 Bright angels ftrike your loudeft ftrings ,. Your fweeteft voices raife
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Redemption by Chrift. Rev. v. 9.
WHEN the firſt parents of our race Rebell'd, and left their God, And the infection of their fin
Had tainted all our blood!
2. Infinite pity touch'd the heart Of the eternal Son, Deſcending from the Heav'nly court, He left his Father's throne.
3 Afide the Prince of glory threw His moft divine array, And wrapt his Godhead in a veil Of our inferior clay.
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4 His living pow'r and dying love Redeem'd unhappy men,
And rais'd the ruins of our race To life and God again.
5 To thee, dear Lord, our fleſh and foul We joyfully refign: Blefs'd Jefus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine.
6 Thine honour fhall for ever be The bus'nefs of our days, For ever fhall our thankful tongues Speak thy deferved praife.
LVI.
The Saints Security. Ifa. xxvii. 3.
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A Rife, my foul, my joyful pow'rs,
And triumph in my God;
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad.
2 He rais'd me from the deeps of fin, The gates of gaping hell, And fix'd my flanding more fecure Than' twas before I fell.

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3 The arms of everlaſting love Beneath my foul he plac'd, And on the Rock of ages fet My flipp'ry foot fleps faft. 4 The city of my blefs d abode
Is wall'd around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark ftands To fhield the facred place.
5 Satan may vent his keeneſt rage, And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging pow'r.
6 Arife, my foul, awake, my voice, And tunes of pleafure fing; Loud Hallelujahs fhall addreſs My Saviour and my King.
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The Glory of Chrift in Heaven. Phil. ii.
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H, the delights, the heav'nly joys, The glories of the place, Where Jefus fheds the brighteſt beams. Of his o'erflowing grace!
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2 Sweet majefty, and awful love, Sit fimiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble diftance bow.
3 Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright fceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs, rejoice, To fee him wear the crown.
4 Archangels found his lofty praife Thro' ev'ry heav'nly ftreet, And lay their higheft honours down Submiffive at his feet.
5 Thofe foft, thofe bleffed feet of his, That once rude iron tore,
High on a throne of light they fland, And all the faints adore.
6 His head, the dear majeftic head, That cruel thorns did wound; See what immortal glories fhine, And circle it around!
7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we, unfeen, adore: But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts fhall love him more.

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8 Lord, how our fouls are all on fire, To fee thy blefs'd abode!
9 And while our faith enjoys this fight, We long to leave our clay; And with thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our fouls away.
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praife To our incarnate God.
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LVIII.
Angels punished and Men faved. Heb. ii. 16. Do Own headlong from their native fkies.
The rebel- angels fell,
And thunder- bolts of flaming wrath Purfu'd them deep to hell.
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2 Down from the top of earthly blifs Rebellious man was hurl'd; And Jefus floop'd beneath the grave To reach a finking world.
3 O love of infinite degree! Unmeafurable grace! Muſt heav'ns eternal darling die, To fave a trait'rous race?

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4 Muft angels fink for ever down, And burn in quenchiefs fire, While God forfakes his fhining throne, To raife us wretches higher?
5 O, for this love, let earth and ſkies With Hallelujahs ring,
And the full choir of faints redeem'd All Hallelujahs fing.
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The gracious End of Meffiah's Miffion. John iii, 16, 17.
Come, happy fouls, approach your God
With new melodious fongs; Come render to Almighty grace The tribute of your tongues.
2 So ftrange, fo boundlefs was the love That pitied dying men,
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3 Thy hands, dear Jefus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod, No hard commiffion to perform The vengeance of a God.

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4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forfook the throne, When Chrift on the kind errand came, And brought falvation down.
5 Here, finners, you may heal the wounds, And wipe your forrows dry; Truft in the mighty Saviour's name, And you fhall never die.
6 See, deareft Lord, our willing fouls Accept thine offer'd grace; We blefs the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praife.
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Sorrow flowing from the Crofs beheld. Zech. xii. 10.
OH, if my foul were form'd for wo,
How would I vent my fighs! Repentance fhould like rivers flow From both my ftreaming eyes.
2' Twas for my fins, my deareft Lord Hung on the curfed tree, And groan'd away a dying life For thee, my foul, for thee.

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3 Oh, how I hate thofe lufts of mine That crucified my God. Thofe fins that pierc'd and nail'd his flefh Fait to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer, they fhall die, My heart has fo decreed; Nor will I fpare thoſe guilty things That made my Saviour bleed.
5 Whilft with a melting broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view, A I'll raife revenge against my fins, And flay the murd'rers too..
LXI.
The Chriftian's hope of Immortality.. 1 Cor. xv. 53Ic
AND muft this body die? This mortal frame decay? And muft thefe active limbs of mine Lye mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms, Shall but refine this flefh, Till my triumphant fpirit comes, To put it on afreſh.
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3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the ſkies Looks down, and watches all my duft, Till he fhall bid it rife.
4 Array'd in glorious grace, Shall thefe vile bodies fhine, And ev'ry fhape, and ev'ry face, Look heav'nly and divine.
5 Thefe lively hopes we owe alex To Jefus' dying love; would adore his grace below, And fing his pow'r above.
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6 Dear Lord! accept the praife Of theſe our humble fongs, is Till tunes of nobler founds we raife b With our immortal tongues.
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Death conquered by the Saviour's dying. Heb. ii. 14. S
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I Sing my Saviour's wond'rous death; He conquer'd when he fell: ' Tis finifh'd,' faid his dying breath, And fhook the gates of hell.

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' Tis finifh'd,' our Immanuel cries, The dreadful work is done; Hence fhall his fov'reign throne arife, His kingdom is begun.
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3 His crofs a fure foundation laid For glory and renown, When thro' the regions of the dead He pafs'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father's fide
Sits our victorious Lord: To heav'n and hell his hands divide The vengeance or reward.
5 The faints from his propitious eye, Await their fev'ral crowns, And all the fons of darknefs fly The terror of his frowns.
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LXIII.
The Glory of God difplayed in the Gospel.
2 Cor. iv. 6.
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THE Lord, defcending from above,
Invites his children near;
While pow'r and truth, and boundleſs love, Diſplay their glories here.

2 Here in thy gofpel's wond'rous frame The path of life we view; And angels learn thy facred name Beyond whate'er they knew.
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Thy name is writ in faireft lines, Thy wonders here we trace: Wifdom thro' all the myft'ry fhines, And fhines in Jefus' face.
4 Thy law its beft obedience owes To our incarnate God;
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And thy revenging juftice fhows Its honour in his blood.
5 But ftill the luftre of thy grace Our warmer thoughts employs, Gilds the whole fcene with brighter rays, And more exalts our joys.
LXIV.
Chrift exhibited in Types and Prophecies. Luke xxiv. 27.
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Ehold the woman's promis'd Seed! Behold the great- Meffiah come! Behold the prophets all agreed To give him the fuperior room? G
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2 Abrah'm, the faint, rejoic'd of old, When yifions of the Lord he faw; Mofes, the man of God, foretold This great Fulfiller of the law.
3 The types bore witnefs to his name, Obtain'd their chief defign, and ceas'd; The incenfe and the bleeding lamb, The ark, the altar, and the prieſt.
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Predictions in abundance meet, To join their bleffings on his head; Jefus, we worfhip at thy feet, And nations own the promis'd feed,
LXV.
The Chriftian a Follower of Chrift. John X. 27.
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IVE me the wings of faith to rife Within the vail, and fee
The faints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wreftled hard, as we do now, With fins, and doubts, and fears.

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3 I afk them whence their vict'ry came? They, with united breath, Afcribe their conqueft to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.
4 They mark'd the footſteps that he trod, ( His zeal infpir'd their breaft:) And foll'wing their incarnate God, Poffefs'd the promis'd reft.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praife, For his own pattern giv'n, And all the cloud of witneffes Shew the fame path to heav'n..
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The Deceitfulnefs of Sin. Heb. iii. 13.
SIN has a thoufand treach'rous arts To practife on the mind;
With flatt'ring looks fhe tempts our hearts, But leaves a fting behind.
2 With names of virtue fhe deceives
The aged and the young;
And while the heedlefs wretch believes, She makes his fetters ftrong.
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3 She pleads for all the joys fhe brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the foul of heav'nly things, And chains it down to fenfe.
4 So on a tree divinely fair
Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poifon there, And tainted all her blood.
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The Loft recovered. Luke xix. 10.
GReat King of glory and of grace!
We own, with humble fhame, How vile is our degen'rate race, And our firft father's name.
2 From Adam flows our tainted blood, The poifon reigns within, Makes us averfe to all that's good, And willing flaves to fin.
3 We live eflrang'd afar from God, And love the diſtance well; With hafte we run the dang'rous road That leads to death and hell.

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4 And can fuch rebels be reftor'd! Such natures made divine! Let finners fee thy glory, Lord, And feel this pow'r of thine.
5 We raife our Father's name on high, Who his own fpirit fends
To bring rebellious ftrangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends.
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The Chriftian's Imperfection and Regret. Rom. vii. 23, 24.
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LONG have I fat beneath the found,
Of thy falvation, Lord; But ftill how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word!
2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear aloft in vain: How fmall a portion of thy grace My mem'ry can retain!
3 In this faint dawn of life, my God, How little art thou known By all the judgments of thy rod, And bleffings of thy throne.
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4 How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there!
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5 Great God! thy fov'reign pow'r impart, To give thy word fuccefs: Write thy falvation in my heart, And make me learn thy grace.
6 Shew my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, And love fhall never die.
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The Lord's Supper inftituted. 1 Cor xi. 23,& c. nd ba Was on that dark, that doleful night, When pow'rs of earth and hell arole Againſt the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes: Before the mournful ſcene began, al a He took the bread, and blefs'd, and brake: What love thro' all his actions ran! What wond'rous words of grace he fpake

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This is my body broke for fin,
* Receive and eat the living food:' Then took the cup, and blefs'd the wine: ' Tis the new cov'nant in my blood." 4 For us his vital blood was fpilt; ( Lord may we not that blood defpife,) And to redeem us from our guilt He gave his foul a facrifice.or
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For us the cruel fcourge he bore, For us endur'd the fhameful crofs, For us the thorny crown he wore: Our ev'ry gain is from his lofs. 6 In mem'ry of your dying Lord
Do this,' he cried, till time fhall end; ' Meet at my table, and record oli yM " The love of your departed Friend.'
7 Jefus, thy feaft we celebrate,
We fhew thy death, we fing thy name, Till thou return, and we fhall eat The marriage- fupper of the Lamb.
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The New Covenant fealed.
HE promife of my Father's love Shall fland for ever good:'
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He faid, and gave his foul to death, And feal'd the grace with blood.
2 To this dear cov'nant of thy word I fet worthlefs name; my
I feal th' engagement to my Lord, And make my humble claim.
3 Thy light, and ftrength, and pard'ning And glory fhall be mine; Lgrace, My life and foul, my heart and fleſh, And all my pow'rs are thine.
4 I call that legacy my own
Which Jefus did bequeath; ' Twas purchas'd with a dying groan, And ratified in death.
5 Sweet is the mem'ry of his name Who blefs'd us in his will, And to his teftament of love Made his own life a feal.

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LXXI.
The Sinner's Pardon dearly bought. 1 Pet. i. 8.
HOW condefcending, and how kind,
Was God's eternal Son!
Our mis'ry reach'd his heav'nly mind, And pity brought him down.
2 When juftice, by our fins provok'd, Drew forth its dreadful fword, He gave his foul up to the ftroke ,. Without a murm'ring word.
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3 He funk beneath our heavy woes, To raife us to his throne:
There's ne'er a gift his hand beftows, But coft his heart a groan.
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This was compaffion like a God, I
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.d
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Now though he reigns exalted high, His love is ſtill as great; Well he remembers Calvary, Nor let his faints forget.

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6 Here we behold his bowels roll As kind as when he died, And fee the forrows of his foul Bleed thro' his wounded fide.
7 Here we receive repeated feals Of Jefus' dying love: Hard is the wretch that never feels One foft affection move.
8 Here let our hearts begin to melt, While we his death record: And, midft our joy for pardon'd guilt, Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
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LXXII.
The Bread of Life. John vi. 35.
LET us adore th' eternal Word,
' Tis he our fouls hath fed; Thou art our living Stream, O Lord, And thou th' immortal Bread.
2 The manna came from lower fkies, But Jefus from above, Where fprings of facred pleafure rife, And rivers flow with love.

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3 The Jews, the fathers, died at laft, Who ate the heav'nly bread; But thefe provifions which we tafle, Can raife us from the dead.
4 Bleft be the Lord, that gives his fleſh To nourifh dying men,
And often fpreads his board afrefh, Left we fhould faint again.
5 Our fouls fhall draw their heav'nly breath, Whilft Jefus finds fupplies: Nor fhall our graces fink to death, For Jefus never dies.
6 Daily our mortal fleſh decays,
But Chrift, our life fhall come; His unrefifted pow'r fhall raiſe Our bodies from the tomb.
LXXIII.
The World crucified by the Crofs. Gal. vi. 14. WHEN I furvey the wond'rous crofs
On which the Prince of glory died, My richeft gain I count but lofs, And pour contempt on all my pride.
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3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown? 4 His dying crimfon, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.
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Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boaft, Save in the death of Chrift, my God: All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood.
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Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a prefent far too fmall: Love, fo amazing, fo divine, Demands my foul, my life, my all,
LXXIV.
The Tree of Life. Rev. xxii. 2.
COME, let us join a joyful tune
To our exalted Lord,
Ye faints on high around the throne, And we around his board.
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2 While once upon this lower ground Weary and faint he flood, What dear refreſhments here ye From this immortal food!
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The tree of life, that near the throne In heav'n's high garden grows, Laden with grace, bends gently down Its ever- fmiling boughs.
4 Hov'ring amongſt the leaves there ftands The fweet celeftial Dove,
And Jefus on the branches hangs The banner of his love.
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5' Tis a young heav'n of frange delight, While in his fhade we fit; His fruit is pleaſant to the fight, And to the tafte as fweet.
6 New life it fpreads thro' dying hearts, And cheers the drooping mind; Vigour and joy the juice imparts, Without a fting behind.
7 Now let the flaming weapon ftand And guard all Eden's trees: There's ne'er a plant in all that land That bears fuch fruit as theſe.
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8 Infinite grace our fouls adore,
Whofe wond'rous hand has made This living Branch of fov'reign pow'r To raife and heal the dead.
LXXV.
The love of Christ experienced in Communicating. John xiv, 21.
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LORD, how divine thy comforts are! How heav'nly is the place Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft Of his redeeming grace!
2 There the rich bounties of our God, And ſweeteft glories fhine; There Jefus fays, that I am his
' And my Beloved's mine.'.
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Here,( fays the kind redeeming Lord, And fhews his wounded fide) See here the ſpring of all your joys, That opened when I died!'
4 He fmiles, and cheers my mournful heart, And tells of all his pain:
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All this,' fays he, I bore for thee,'
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5 What fhall we pay our heav'nly King For favour fuch as this? qd bri He brings our pardon to our eyes, And feals it with a kifs.
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6 Let fuch amazing loves as thefe Be founded all abroad;
Such favours are beyond degrees, And worthy of a God.
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To him that wafh d us in his blood! Be everlaſting praife, Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r ,. Eternal as his days..
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LXXVI.
The Gospel Feaft. Luke xiv. 15,& c.
HOW OW rich are thy provifions, Lord!!
Thy table furnifh'd from above; The fruits of life o'erfpread the board, The cup o'erflows with heav'nly_love.
2. Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were firſt invited to the feaft: We humbly take what they refufe, And Gentiles thy falvation tafte. H 2

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3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh! But, at the goſpel- call, we came, And ev'ry want receiv'd fupply.
4 From the high way that leads to hell, From paths of darknefs and deſpair, Lord, we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy prefence here.
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What fhall we pay th' eternal Son, That left the heav'n of his abode, And to this wretched earth came down, To bring us wand'rers back to God?
6 It coft him death to fave our lives; To buy our fouls, it coft his own; And all the unknown joys he gives, Were bought with agonies unknown. 7 Our everlaſting love is due
To him that ranfom'd finners loft; And pitied rebels, when he knew The vaſt expence his love would coft.

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LXXVII.
The Guefts invited and allured by Grace. Luke xiv. 17,& c.
HOW fweet and awful is the place,
With Chrift within the doors; While everlafting love difplays The choiceft of her flores!
2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God With foft compaffion rolls: Here peace and pardon bought with blood Is food for dying fouls.
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3 While all our hearts, and all our fongs, Join to admire the feaft,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, Lord, why was I a gueft?
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4" Why was I made to hear thy voice, " And enter while there's room;
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When thouſands make a wretched choice, And rather flarve than come?'
5' Twas the fame love that ſpread the feaſt, That fweetly forc'd us in;
Elfe we had ftill refus'd to taſte, And perifh'd in our fin.
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6 Pity the nations, O our God! Conftrain the earth to come; Send thy victorious word abroad, And bring the ſtrangers home.
7 We long to fee thy churches full, That all the chofen race
May with one voice, and heart, and foul, Sing thy redeeming grace.
LXXVIII.
The King at his own Table. Song i. 12.
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¹ THE mem'ry of our dying Lord Awakes a thankful tongue; How rich he fpreads his royal board, And blefs'd the food, and fung.
2 Happy the man that eats this bread; But doubly blefs'd was he That gently bow'd his loving head, And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.
3 By faith, the fame delights we tafle As that great fav'rite did, And fit and lean on Jefus' breaſt; And take the heav'nly bread.

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4 Down from the palace of the skies Hither the King defcends!
* Come, my beloved, eat,( he cries) And drink falvation, friends.
5. My flefh is food, and phyfic too, A balm for all your pains; " And the red ftreams of pardon flow From thefe my pierced veins."
6. Hofanna, to his bounteous love, For fuch a feaft below! And yet he feeds his faints above With nobler bleffings too.
7 Come, the dear day, the glorious hour, That brings our fouls to reft! Then fhall we need thefe types no more, But dwell at th' heav'nly feaft.
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LXXIX.
The Saviour's Sufferings feen in Symbols. 1 Cor. xi. 23, 24, 25.
NOW let our pains be all forgot,
Our hearts no more repine;
Our fuff'rings are not worth a thought, When, Lord, compar'd with thine.
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: In lively figures here we fee The bleeding Prince of love; Each of us hope, he died for me, And then our griefs remove.
$ Our humble faith here takes her rife, While fitting round his board; And back to Calvary fhe flies,
To view her groaning Lord.
4 His font, what agonies it felt
When his own God withdrew! And ah! the load of all our guilt Lay heavy on him too. But the Divinity within
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Supported him to bear: Dying, he conquer'd hell and fin, And made his triumph there.
6 Grace, wifdom, juftice, join'd and wrought The wonders of that day!
No mortal tongue, nor mortal thought, Can equal thanks repay.
7 Our hymns fhould found like thoſe above, Could we our voices raife; Yet, Lord, our hearts fhall all be love, And all our lives be praife.

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LXXX.
The Chriftianglorying in the Crofs. Gal. vi. 14.
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¹ AT thy command, our deareſt Lord, Here we attend thy dying feaft; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own fleſh feeds ev'ry gueft.
2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trufts for life in one who died; We hope for heav'nly crowns above ,. From a Redeemer crucified.
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3 Let the vain world pronounce it ſhame, And fling their fcandals on thy caufe; We come to boaft our Saviour's name, And make our triumphs in his crofs. With joy we tell the fcoffing age, He that was dead has left his tomb, He lives above their utmoft rage, And we are waiting till he come..

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LXXXI.
The Lord's table richly furnished. Pfal. xxiii. 5.
LORD, we adore thy bounteous hand,
And fing the folemn feaft, Where fweet celeftial dainties ftand. For ev'ry willing.gueft.
2 The tree of life adorns the board With rich immortal fruit, And ne'er an angry flaming fword To guard the paffage to't.
3 The cup flands crown'd with living juice;; The fountain flows above,
And runs down ftreaming for our uſe, In rivulets of love.
4. The food's prepar'd by heav'nly art, The pleaſure's well refin'd; They fpread new life thro' ev'ry heart, And chear the drooping mind.
5 Shout and proclaim the Saviour's love, Ye faints that tafle his wine: Join with your kindred faints above, In loud Hofannas join.

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6 A thoufand glories to the God
That gives fuch joy as this; Hofanna let it found abroad, And reach where Jefus is.
LXXXII.
The Saints Triumph for the Saviour's Victory. Col, ii. 15.
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COME, let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arife,
And join the fongs above the ſky, Where pleaſure never dies.
2 Jefus, the God, that fought and bled, And conquer'd when he fell; That rofe, and at his chariot- wheels Dragg'd all the pow'rs of hell.
3 Jefus, the God, invites us here To this triumphal feaft, And brings immortal bleffings down For each redeemed gueft.
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4 The Lord! how glorious is his face! How kind his fmiles appear! And oh! what melting words he fays To ev'ry humble ear!

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For you, the children of my love, * It was for you I dy'd;
* Behold, my hands, behold my feet, And look into my fide.
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6 Theſe are the wounds for * The tokens of my pains, When I came down to free your fouls * From mifery and chains.
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7* Juflice unfheath'd its fiery fword, And plung'd it in my heart; " Infinite pangs for you I bore, • And moft tormenting finart.
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8 When hell and all its fpiteful pow'rs * Stood dreadful in my way, To reſcue thoſe dear lives of yours, I gave my own away.
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* But while I bled, and groan'd, and died, * I rain'd Satan's throne:
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High on my crofs I hung, and ſpied " The monſter tumbling down.
Now you muft triumph at my feaft, * And tafle my fleſh and blood, And live eternal ages blefs'd, * For' tis immortal food."
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11 Victorious God! what can we pay For favours fo divine!
We would devote our hearts away, To be for ever thine.
12 We give thee, Lord, our higheſt praife, The tribute of our tongues: But themes fo infinite as theſe Exceed our nobleft fongs.
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Grace and Glory by the Death of Chrift. Eph. i. 3.
1 Sitting around our Father's board,
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We raife our tuneful breath; Our faith beholds her dying Lord, And dooms our fins to death.
2- We fee the blood of Jefus fhed, Whence all our pardons rife;
The finner views th' atonement made And loves the facrifice.
3 The cruel thorns, thy fhameful crofs, Procure us heav'nly crowns: Our higheſt gain fprings from thy lofs Our healing from thy wounds. I

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4 Oh!' tis impoffible that we, Who dwell in feeble clay, Should equal fuff'rings bear for thee, Or equal thanks repay.
LXXXIV.
Faith relying on the promije, Iwill abundantly blefs ber provifion. Pfal. cxxxii. 15. FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
To fee thy glories fhine;
The Lord will his own table blefs, And make the feaſt divine.
2 We touch, we tafte the heav'nly bread, We drink the facred cup; With outward forms our fenfe is fed, Our fouls rejoice in hope.
3 We fhall appear before the throne Of our forgiving God, Drefs'd in the garments of his Son, And fprinkled with his blood.
4 We fhall be ſtrong to run the race, And climb the upper fky; Chrift will provide our fouls with grace, He bought a large fupply.

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5 Let us indulge a cheerful frame, For joy becomes a feaft: We love the mem'ry of his name, More than the wine we tafie.
I.XXXV.
A Song of Praife to the Bleffed Trinity for Redemption.
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BLefs'd
Lefs'd be the Father, God of love, To whofe celeftial fource we owe: Rivers of endleſs joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
2. Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whofe dear wounded body rolls A precious ftream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying fouls.
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3 We give thee, facred Spirit, praife, Who, in our hearts of fin and wo, Makes living fprings of grace arife, And into boundlefs glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore, The fea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a fhore. I 2

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LXXXVI.
The Same.
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¹ GLORY to God the Father's name, Who, from our finful race, Chofe out his fav'rites to proclaim The honours of his grace.
2 Glory to God the Son be paid, Who dwelt in humble clay, And, to redeem us from the dead, Gave his own life away.
3 Glory to God the Spirit give, From whofe almighty pow'r Our fouls their heav'nly birth derive, And blefs the happy hour.
4 Glory to God that reigns above, Th' eternal Three and One, Who, by the wonders of his love, Has made his nature known.

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LXXXVII.
The God of Bethel. Gen. xxxi. 13. God of Bethel! by whofe hand
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0 Thy people ftill are fed;
Who thro' this weary pilgrimage Haft all our fathers led.
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2 Our vows, our pray'rs, we now prefent: Before thy throne of grace: God of our fathers! be the God Of their fucceeding race.
Thro' each perplexing path of life Our wand'ring footſteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread, And raiment fit provide,
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4 O fpread thy cov'ring wings around Till all our wandrings ceafe, And at our Father's loy'd abode Our fouls arrive in peace.
5 Such bleffings from thy gracious hand Our humble pray'rs implore; And thou fhalt be our chofen God, And portion evermore. I 3

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The Grave the Weary Pilgrim's Reft. Job iii. 17.
2 The wicked there from troubling ceafe; Their paffions rage no more; And there the weary pilgrim refts From all the toils he bore.
HOW ftill and peaceful is the grave! When days of grief are paft, That filent folitary houfe
Receives us all at laft.
There reft the pris'ners, now releas'd From flav'ry's fad abode;
No more they hear th' oppreffor's voice, Or dread the tyrant's rod.
There fervants, maſters, fmall and great, Partake the fame repoſe;
And there, in peace, the afhes mix Of thoſe who once were foes.
5 All, levell'd by the hand of death, Lie fleeping in the tomb; Till God in judgment call them forth, To meet their final doom.

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Human Life a fading Flower. Job xiv.
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FEW are thy days, and full of
O man of woman born! Thy doom is written,
wo,
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Duft thou art, And fhalt to duft return.'
2 Behold the emblem of thy ftate In flow'rs that bloom and die; Or in the fhadow's fleeting form That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly Succeffive o'er thy head; The number'd hour is on the wing That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not in thy wrath The fhort- allotted fpan,
That bounds the few and weary days Of pilgrimage to man.
5 All nature dies and lives again:
The flow'r that paints the field, The trees that crown the mountains brow, And boughs and bloffoms yield.

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6 Refign the honours of their form At winter's ftormy blaft, And leave the naked leaflefs plain A defolated waſte.
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7 Yet foon reviving plants and flow'rs Anew fhall deck the plain; The woods fhall hear the voice of fpring, And flouriſh green again.
& But man forfakes this earthly feene, Ah! never to return:
Shall any foll'wing fpring revive The afhes of the urn?
9 The mighty flood that rolls along Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recal its waters loft From that abyfs again.
10 So days, and years, and ages paft, Defcending down to night,
Can henceforth never more return Back to the gates of light;
11 And man, when laid in lonefome grave, Shall fleep in death's dark gloom, Until th' eternal morning wake The flumbers of the tomb.

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12 O may the grave become to me The bed of peaceful reft, Whence I fhall gladly rife at length, And mingle with the bleft!
13 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind I'll wait heav'n's high decree,
Till the appointed period come When death fhall fet me free.
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Wifdom's Royal Bounty to the Wife. Prov. iii. 13,& c.
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Happy is the man who hears Inftruction's warning voice, And who celeftial wifdom makes His early, only choice!
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2 For fhe has treafures greater far Than eaft or weft unfold; And her rewards more precious are Than all their ſtores of gold.
3 In her right hand fhe holds to view A length of happy days; Riches with fplendid honours join'd, Are what her left difplays.

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4 She guides the young with innocence. In pleafure's path to tread; A crown of glory fhe beſtows, Upon the hoary head.
5 According as her labours rife, So her rewards increafe; Her ways are ways of pleafantnefs, And all her paths are peace.
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Chrift the Father's eternal and fupreme Delight. Prov. viii.
KEEP filence all ye fons of men,
And hear
rev'rence due;
Eternal Wifdom from above
Thus lifts her voice to you:
2 I was th' Almighty's chief delight From everlafting days,
Ere yet his arm was ftretched forth The heav'ns and earth to raife.
3 Before the fea began to flow, And leave the folid land, Before the hills and mountains rofe, I dwelt at his right hand.

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4 When firit he rear'd the arch of heav'n,
And ſpread the clouds on air, When firft the fountains of the deep He open'd, I was there.
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There I was with him when he ftretch'd His compafs o'er the deep, And charg'd the ocean's fwelling waves Within their bounds to keep.
6 With joy I faw th' abode prepar'd Which men were foon to fill; Them from the firft of days I lov'd; Unchang'd I love them ftill.
7 Now therefore hearken to my words, Ye children, and be wife: Happy the man that keeps my ways; The man that fhuns them dies.
8 Where dubious paths perplex the mind, Direction I afford;
Life fhall be his that follows me, And favour from the Lord.
9 But he who fcorns my facred laws Shall deeply wound his heart; He courts deftruction who contemns The counfel I impart.

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The Day of Life the Day of Salvation. Eccl. ix. AS S long as life its term extends,
Hope's bleft dominion never ends; For while the lamp holds on to burn, The greateſt finner may return.
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2 Life is the feafon God hath giv'n
To fly from hell, and rife to heav'n; That day of grace fleets faft away, And none its rapid courfe can flay.
3 The living know that they muſt die; But all the dead forgotten lye; Their mem'ry and their name is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown.
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Their hatred and their love is loft, Their envy buried in the duft; They have no fhare in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the fun.
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Then what thy thoughts defign'd to do Still let thy hands with might purfue; Since no device nor work is found, Nor wifdom, underneath the ground.

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6 In the cold grave, to which we hafte, There are no acts of pardon paft; But fix'd the doom of all remains, And long and doleful filence reigns.
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The precious Time of Youth to be improved, Ecclef. xii.
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IN life's gay morn, when fprightly youth
ardour glows,
And fhines in all the faireft charms Which beauty can difclofe;
2 Deep on thy foul, before its pow'rs Are yet by vice enflav'd, Be thy Creator's glorious name And character engrav'd.
3 For foon the fhades of grief fhall cloud The funfhine of thy days;
And cares, and toils, in endleſs round, Encompafs all thy ways.
4 Soon fhall thy heart, the woes of age, In mournful groans deplore, And fadly mufe on former joys,
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XCIV.
The future Glories of the Church. Ifa. ii. 2-6.
BEHOLD! the mountain of the Lord In latter days fhall rife
On mountain tops above the hills, And draw the wond'ring eyes.
2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues fhall flow, Up to the hill of God, they'll fay, And to his houfe, we'll go.
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The Beam that ſhines from Sion hill Shall lighten ev'ry land; The King who reigns in Salem's tow'rs Shall all the world command.
4 Among the nations he fhall judge; His judgments truth fhall guide; His fceptre fhall protect the juft, And quell the finner's pride.
5 No ftrife ihall rage, nor hoftile feuds Difturb thofe peaceful years;[ fwords, To plough- fhares men fhall beat their To pruning hooks their fpears.

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6 No longer hofts encount'ring hofts Shall crowds of flain deplore; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And ftudy war no more.
7 Come then, O houfe of Jacob! come To worfhip at his fhrine,
And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties fhine.
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The Birth, Titles, and Reign of Chrift. Ifa. ix. 2,& c.
THE HE race that long in darknefs pin'd
Have feen a glorious light; The people dwell in day who dwelt In death's furrounding night.
2. To hail thy rife, thou better Sun! The gath'ring nations come, Joyous, as when the reapers bear The harveft- treaſures home.
3 For thou our burden haft remov'd, And quell'd th' oppreffor's fway; Quick as the flaughter'd fquadrons fell. In Midian's evil day.
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4 To us a Child of hope is born; To us a Son is giv'n;
Him thall the tribes of earth obey, Him, all the hofts of heav'n.
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His name fhall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore ador'd,
The Wonderful, the Counſellor, The great and mighty Lord.
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6 His pow'r, increafing ftill, fhall ſpread; His reign no end fhall know; Juftice fhall guard his throne above, And peace abound below.
XCVI.
The Man of Sorrow. Ifa. liii.
HOW few receive with cordial faith The tidings which we bring? How few hath feen the arm reveal'd Of heav'ns eternal King
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2 The Saviour comes! no outward pomp Befpeaks his prefence nigh; No earthly beauty fhines in him To draw the carnal eye.

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3 Fair as a beauteous tender flow'r
Amidſt the defert grows, So, flighted by a rebel race, The heav'nly Saviour rofe.
4 Rejected and defpis'd of men, Behold a man of wo! Grief was his clofe companion ftill Thro' all his life below.
5 Yet all the griefs he felt were ours, Ours were the woes he bore; Pangs not his own, his fpotlefs foul With bitter anguifh tore.
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6 We held him as condemn'd by heav'n, An outcaft from his God,
While for our fins he groan'd, he bled, Beneath his Father's rod.
7 His facred blood hath wafh'd our fouls From fin's polluted ſtain;
His ftripes have heal'd us, and his death Reviv'd our fouls again.
8 We all like fheep had gone aftray In ruin's fatal road;
On him were our tranfgreffions laid; He bore the mighty load.
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9 Wrong'd and opprefs'd how meekly he In patient filence ftood! Mute, as the peaceful harmlefs lamb When brought to fhed its blood.
10 Who can his generation tell? From prifon fee him led, With impious fhew of law condemn'd, And number'd with the dead.
11' Midft finners low in duft he lay; The rich a grave fupplied; Unfpotted was his blamelefs life, Unftain'd by fin, he died:
12 Yet God fhall raife his head on high, Tho' thus he brought him low; His facred off'ring, when complete, Shall terininate his wo.
13 For, faith the Lord, my pleaſure then Shall profper in his hand!
His fhall a num'rous off fpring be, And ftill his honours ftand.
14 His foul, rejoicing, fhall behold The purchaſe of his pain; And all the guilty whom he fav'd Shall blefs Meffiah's reign.

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15 He with the great fhall fhare the fpoil, And baffle all his foes;
Tho' rank'd with finners here he fell ,. A conqueror he rofe.
16 He died to bear the guilt of men, That fin might be forgiv'n:
He lives to blefs them and defend, And plead their caufe in heav'n.
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The Backflider encouraged to return. Hof. vi. 1,& c.
COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave The defolate to mourn.
2. His voice commands the tempeft forth, And ftills the ſtormy wave; And tho' his arm be ftrong to fmite ' Tis alfo ftrong to fave.
3 Long hath the night of forrow reign'd The dawn fhall bring us light; God fhall appear, and we ſhall rife With gladnefs in his fight.

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4 Our hearts, if God we feek to know, Shall know him and rejoice; His coming like the morn fhall be, Like morning fongs his voice.
5. As dew upon the tender herb, Diffufing fragrance round; As fhow'rs that ufher in the fpring, off And cheer the thirfty ground;
6 So fhall his preſence blefs our fouls, And fhed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn fhall chafe away The forrows of the night.
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XCVIII.
The Believer's Song in the midst of Sorrow. Habak. iii. 17,& c.
W Hat tho'no flow'rs the fig- tree clothe,
Tho' vines their fruit deny;
The labour of the olive fail, And fields no meat fupply?
2 Tho' from the fold, with fad furprife, My flock cut off I fee; Tho' famine pines in empty ftalls Where herds were wont to be?

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3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my falvation prove.
4 He to my tardy feet fhall lend The fwiftnefs of the roe; Till, rais'd on high, I fafely dwell Beyond the reach of wo.
5 God is the treafure of my foul, The fource of lafting joy, A joy which want fhall not impair, Nor death itſelf deftroy.
XCIX.
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Our Saviour's Prayer. Matt. vi. 9,& c. ¹ FATHER of all! we bow to thee,
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Who dwell'ft in heav'n ador'd; But prefent ftill thro' all thy works, The univerfal Lord.
2 For ever hallow'd be thy name By all beneath the ſkies; And may thy kingdom ftill advance, Till grace to glory rife.

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3 A grateful homage may we yield, With hearts refign'd to thee; And as in heav'n thy will is done, On earth fo let it be.
4 From day to day we humbly own The hand that feeds us ftill; Give us our bread, and teach to reftContented in thy will.
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Our fins before thee we confefs; bo O may they be forgiv'n! As we to others mercy fhow, We mercy beg from Heav'n.
6 Still let thy grace our life direct; From evil guard our way; And in temptation's fatal path Permit us not to ftray.
7 For thine's the kingdom and the pow'r; All glory's due to thee; Thine from eternity they were, And thine fhall ever be.

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The Heavenly Bleffer bleffed and adored. Luke iv, 18, 19.
HArk, the glad found, the Saviour comes! The Saviour promis'd long; Let ev'ry heart exult with joy, And ev'ry voice be fong!
On him the Spirit, largely fhed, Exerts its facred fire:
Wifdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breaft infpire.
3 He comes! the pris'ners to relieve In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brafs before him burft, The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes from dark'ning fcales of vice To clear the inward fight,
And on the eye- balls of the blind To pour celeftial light.
5. He comes! the broken hearts to bind, The bleeding fouls to cure, And with the treafures of his grace Enrich the humble poor.

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6 The facred year has now revolv'd, Accepted of the Lord, When Heav'n's high promife is fulfill'd, And Ifrael is reftor'd.inl.
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7 Our glad hofannas, Prince of Peace! Thy welcome fhall proclaim; And heav'n's exalted arches ring
With thy moft honour'd name. A
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Salvation flowing from the Crofs. John iii. 14,& c.
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AS when the Hebrew prophet rais'd
brazen ferpent high, The wounded look'd, and felt the cure, The people ceas'd to die;
2. So from the Saviour on the croſs A healing virtue flows; Who looks to him with lively faith Is fav'd from endlefs woes.
3 For God gave up his Son to death, So gen'rous was his love That all the faithful might enjoy Eternal life above.

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Not to condemn the fons of men The Son of God appear'd; No weapons in his hand are feen, Nor voice of terror heard:
5 He came to raife our fallen ftate, And our loft hopes reftore; Faith leads us to the mercy feat, And bids us fear no more.
6 But vengeance juft for ever lies On all the rebel race, Who God's eternal Son defpife, And fcorn his offer'd grace.
CII.
Redemption finished. John xix, 30.
BEHOLD the Saviour on the croſs, A fpectacle of wo!
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See from his agonizing wounds The blood inceffant flow,
2 Till death's pale enfigns o'er his cheek And trembling lips were fpread; Till light forfook his clofing eyes, And life his drooping head. L

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3' Tis finifh'd, was his lateft voice Thefe facred accents o'er, He bow'd his head, gave up the ghoft, And fuffer'd pain no more.
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' Tis finifh'd- The Meffiah dies For fins but not his own; The great redemption is complete, And Satan's pow'r o'erthrown. 5' Tis finifh'd- All his groans are paft; His blood, his pain, and toils, Have fully vanquifhed our foes,
And crown'd him with their fpoils. 6' Tis finifh'd- Legal worfhip ends, And gofpel ages run;
All old things now are paft away, And a new world begun.
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The believer's fafety and fong. Rom. viii.
31,& c.
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ET Chriftian faith and hope difpel The fears of guilt and wo; The Lord Almighty is our friend, And who can prove a foe?

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2 He who his Son moſt dear and lov'd
Gave up for us to die, Shall he not all things freely give That goodnefs can fupply?
3 Behold the beft, the greateſt gift, Of everlaſting love! Behold the pledge of peace below, And perfect blifs above!
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4 Where is the judge who can condemn, Since God hath juftify'd?
Who fhall charge thofe with guilt or crime For whom the Saviour dy'd?
5 The Saviour dy'd, but rofe again Triumphant from the grave; And pleads our caufe at God's right hand, Omnipotent to fave.
6 Who, then, can e'er divide us more From Jefus and his love,
Or break the facred chain that binds The earth to heav'n above:
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Let troubles rife, and terrors frown, And days of darkneſs fall; Thro' him all dangers we'll defy, And more than conquer all. L 2

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8 Nor death, nor life, nor earth, nor hell, Nor time's deftroying fway, Can e'er efface us from his heart, Or make his love decay.
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Each future period that will blefs As it has blefs'd the paft; He lov'd us from the firſt of time; He loves us to the laft.
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Heaven the believer's hope and home. 2 Cor. v. 1,& c.
SOON ON fhall this earthly frame diffolv'd
In death and ruins lie; But better manfions wait the juft, Prepar'd above the fky.
2 An houfe eternal, built by God, Shall lodge the holy mind: When once thoſe prifon- walls have fall'n By which' tis now confin'd.
3 Hence, burden'd with a weight of clay, We beneath the load, groan Waiting the hour which fets us free, And brings us home to God.

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We know that when the foul uncloth'd Doth from this body fly, It enters on a glorious ftate Of life and endleſs joy.
5. Such are the hopes that cheer the juft; Thefe hopes their God hath given; His Spirit is the earneft now,
And feals their fouls for heav'n.
6 We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith grounded on his word; But while this body is our home, We mourn an abfent Lord.
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What faith rejoices to believe, We long and pant to fee; We would be abfent from the flesh, And prefent, Lord! with thee.
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The faints breathing after a divine perfection. Heb. xiii. 20, 21.
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ATHER of peace, and God of love!. We own thy pow'r to fave, Thy pow'r by which our Shepherd rofe Victorious o'er the grave.
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2 Him from the dead thou brought'ſt again, When by his facred blood, Confirm'd and feal'd for evermore, Th' eternal cov'nant ftood.
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may thy Spirit feal our fouls, And mold them to thy will, That our weak hearts no more may ftray, But keep thy precepts ſtill;
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That to perfection's facred height We nearer ftill may rife,
And all we think, and all we do, Be pleafing in thine eyes.
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The love of God in making finners fons. 1 John iii. 1.& c.
BEHOLD th' amazing gift of love
The Father
On us, the finful fons of mën, To call us fons of God.
2 Conceal'd as yet this honour lies, By this dark world unknown, A world that knew not when he came, Ev'n God's eternal Son.

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3 High is the rank we now poffefs; But higher we ſhall rife;
Tho' what we fhall hereafter be Is hid from mortal eyes:
4 Our fouls we know, when he appears, Shall bear his image bright; For all his glory full difclos'd Shall open to our fight.
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5 A hope fo great and fo divine May trials well endure, And purge the foul from fenfe and fin As Chrift himſelf is pure.
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Adoration and praife to the Redeemer. Rev. i. 5,& c.
To him that lov'd the fouls of men,
And wafh'd us in his blood, To royal honours rais'd our head, And made us priefts to God;
2 To him let ev'ry tongue be praife, And ev'ry heart be love! All grateful honours paid on earth, And nobler fongs above!

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3 Behold, on flying clouds he comes! His faints fhall blefs the day; While they that pierc'd him fadly mourn In anguifh and difmay.
4 I am the First, and I the Laft; Time centers all in me;
Th' Almighty God, who was, and is, And evermore fhall be.
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The crofs exchanged for the crown. Rev. vii. 13,& c.
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HOW NOW bright thefe glorious fpirits fhine! Whence all their white array?
How came they to the bliſsful feats Of everlaſting day?
2 Lo! theſe are they from fuff'rings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Chrift have wafh'd Thofe robes which fhine fo bright.
3 Now, with triumphal palms, they ftand Before the throne on high, And ferve the God they love, amidft The glories of the fky, don bu

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4 His prefence fills each heart with joy, Tunes ev'ry mouth to fing; By day, by night, the facred courts With glad Hofannas ring.
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5 Hunger and thirft are felt no more, Nor funs with fcorching ray; God is their fun, whofe cheering beams Diffufe eternal day.
6 The Lamb that dwells amidſt the throne Shall o'er them ftill prefide;
Feed them with nouriſhment divine, And all their footſteps guide.
7' Mong paftures green he'll lead his flock, Where living ftreams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off
every tear.
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Bleffings recollected, and the Bleffer adored. Pfal. civ. 34.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God! My rifing foul furveys, Tranfported with the view, I'm loft In wonder, love, and praife.

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2 O how fhall words, with equal warmth, The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravifh'd heart! But thou canft read it there.
3 Thy providence my life fuftain'd, And all my wants redreft, When in the filent womb I lay, And hung upon the breaft.
4 To all my weak complaints and cries
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Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd To form themfelves in pray'r.
foul
Unnumber'd comforts to my
Thy tender care beftow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whence thefe comforts flow'd.
6 When in the flipp'ry paths of youth, With heedlefs fteps I ran,
Thine arm unfeen convey'd me fafe, And led me up to man:
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Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently clear'd my way; And thro' the pleating fnares of vice, More to be fear'd than they.

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S When worn with ficknefs, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face; And when in fins and forrows funk, Reviv'd foul with grace. my
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly blifs Hath made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend Hath doubled all my ftore.
10 Ten thoufand thoufand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart That taftes thefe gifts with joy.
11 Thro' ev'ry period of my life Thy goodneſs I'll proclaim; And after death, in diftant worlds, Refume the glorious theme.
12 When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy fhall adore.
13 Thro' all eternity, to thee A joyful fong I'll raife; For, oh! eternity's too fhort To utter all thy praife.

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CX.
Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.
OH!
H! for a clofer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; the road A light, to fhine upon That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the bleffednefs I knew When firft I faw the Lord! Where is the foul- refreſhing view Of Jefus, and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How fweet their mem'ry ftill! But ah! they're gone, and leave a void, The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet meffenger of reft;
I hate the fins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from
my
breaft.
The deareft idol I have known,
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Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.

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6 So fhall my walk be clofe with God, Calm and ferene my frame; So purer light fhall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. A
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Vanity of life. Ecclef. i. 2.
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THE evils that befet our path Who can prevent or cure? We ftand upon the brink of death When moft we feem fecure.
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2 If we to- day fweet peace poffefs, It foon may be withdrawn; Some change may plunge us in diftrefs, Before to- morrow's dawn.
3 Difeafe and pain invade our health And find an eafy prey;
And oft, when leaft expected, wealth Takes wings and flies away.
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The gourds, from which we look for fruit, Produce us only pain;
A worm unfeen attacks the root, And all our hopes are vain. M

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Since fin has fill'd the earth with wo, And creatures fade and die; Lord, wean our hearts from things below, And fix our hopes on high.
CXII.
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The name of Jefus precious. Song i. 3.
fweet the name of Jefus founds, In a believer's ear!
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It fooths his forrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded fpirit whole, And calms the troubled breaft; ' Tis manna to the hungry foul, And to the weary reft.
3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My fhield and hiding place, My never- failing treas'ry fill'd With boundlefs ftores of grace.
4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, Altho' with fin defil'd; Satan accufes me in vain, And I am own'd a child.

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5 Jefus! my Shepherd, Hufband, Friend, My Prophet, Prieft, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praife I bring.
6 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmeft thought; But when I fee thee as thou art, I'll praife thee as I ought.
7' Till then I would thy love proclaim With ev'ry fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refreſh my foul in death.
CXIII.
The Refuge, River, and Rock of Sion. Ifa. xxxii 2.
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And bore our fins and pains; Now, feated on th' eternal throne, The God of glory reigns.
2 His hands the wheels of nature guide With an unerring ſkill;
And countless worlds extended wide, Obey his fov'reign will.
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3 While harps unnumber'd found his praife, In yonder world above; His faints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love.
4 His righteoufnefs, to faith reveal'd, Wrought out for guilty worms, Affords a hiding- place and fhield, From enemies and forms.
5 This land, thro' which his pilgrims go, Is defolate and dry;
But ftreams of grace from him o'erflow Their thirft to fatisfy.
6 When troubles, like a burning fun, Beat heavy on their head; To this almighty Rock they run, And find a pleafing fhade.
7 How glorious he! how happy they In fuch a glorious friend! Whofe love fecures them all the way, And crowns them at the end.

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The refurrection and the life. John xi. 25.
IAM,' faith Chrift, our glorious head, ( May we attention give) The refurrection of the dead, " The life of all that live.
2 By faith in me, the foul receives New life, tho' dead before; " And he that in my name believes, Shall live, to die no more.
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6 Thy pow'r and mercy first prevail'd From death to fet us free; And often fince our life had fail'd, If not renew'd by thee.
7 To thee we look, to thee we bow; To thee, for help we call; Our life and refurrection thou, Our hope, our joy, our all.
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HARK, my foul! it is the Lord; ' Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
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Jefus fpeaks, and ſpeaks to thee;
Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me?
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" And when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee, wandring, fet thee right, Turn'd thy darknefs into light.
" Can a woman's tender care
Ceafe, towards the child the bare?
Yes, the may forgetful be,
* Yet will I remember thee.
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Oh for grace to love thee more!
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Salvation drawing nearer. Rom. xiii.
DARKNESS overſpreads us here,
But the night wears faft away; Jacob's ftar will foon appear, Leading on eternal day! Now' tis time to roufe from fleep, Trim our lamps and ſtand prepar'd, For our Lord ftrict watch to keep, Left he find us off our guard.

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2 Let his people courage take, Bear with a fubmiffive mind All they fuffer for his fake, Rich amends they foon will find: He will wipe away their tears, Near himſelf appoint their lot: All their forrows pains and fears, Quickly then will be forgot.
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Tho' already fav'd, by grace, From the hour we firft believ'd; Yet while fin and war have place, We have but a part receiv'd: Still we for falvation wait, Ev'ry hour it nearer comes! Death will break the prifon gate, And admit us to our homes.
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2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find;
As the light'ning from the ſkies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid ftream; Upwards, Lord, our fpirits raife, All below is but a dream.
Redeeming the time.
Eph. v. 16.
WHILE with ceafeleſs courſe the fun
Hafted thro' the former year, Many fouls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fix'd in an eternal ftate,
They have done with all below: We a little longer wait,
But how little- none can know.
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Thanks for mercies paft receive, Pardon of our fins renew;
Teach us henceforth, how to live With eternity in view:
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Blefs thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour's love; And when life's fhort tale is told, May we dwell with thee above.
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Be ye alfo ready. Matth. xxiv. 44.
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SEE! EE! another year is gone! Quickly have the feafons paft!
This we enter now upon May to many prove our laft: Mercy hitherto has fpar'd, But have mercies been improv'd? Let us afk, am I prepar'd Should I be this year remov'd?
2 Some we now no longer fee,
Who their mortal race have run, Seem'd as fair for life as we, When the former year begun: Some, but who, God only knows, Who are here affembled now, Ere the prefent year fhall clofe, To the ftroke of death muft bow.

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3 Life a field of battle is, Thoufands fall within our view; And the next death- bolt that flies, May be fent to me or you:
While we preach, and while we hear, Help us, Lord, each one, to think, Vaft eternity is near,
I am ftanding on the brink.
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4 If from guilt and fin fet free, By the knowledge of thy grace; Welcome then, the call will be To depart and fee thy face: To thy faints, while here below, With new years, new mercies come; But the happieft year they know Is their laft, which leads them home.
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A prayer for new- year's day.
NOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,
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2 Help us to venture near thy throne, And plead a Saviour's name;
For all that we can call our own, Is vanity and fhame.
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From all the guilt of former fin May mercy fet us free; And let the year we now begin, Begin and end with thee.
4 Send down thy Spirit from above That faints may love thee more; And finners now may learn to love, Who never lov'd before.
5 And when before thee we appear, In our eternal home, May growing numbers worfhip thee, And praiſe thee in our room.
CXX.
The Lord's call to his children. 2 Cor. vi. 18.
LET us adore the grace that feeks
To draw our
Attend,' tis God the Saviour fpeaks, And ev'ry word is love.

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2 Tho' fill'd with awe, before his throne
Each angel vails his face; He claims a people for his own Amongft our finful race.
3 Careleſs, a while, they live in fin, Enflav'd to Satan's pow'r; But they obey the call divine, In his appointed hour.
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" Come forth, he fays, no more purfue " The path that leads to death; ' Look up, a bleeding Saviour view, Look, and be fav'd by faith.
5' My fons and daughters you ſhall be Thro' the atoning blood;
And you fhall claim, and find in me, " A Father and a God.'
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6 Lord, fpeak thefe words to ev'ry heart, By thine all- pow'rful voice; That we may now from fin depart, And make thy love our choice. If now we learn to feek thy face By Chrift the living way; We'll praiſe thee for this hour of grace, Thro' an eternal day.
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CXXI.
Afking the way to Sion. Jer. 1. 5.
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ION the city of our God, Sto How glorious is the place! The Saviour there has his abode, There finners fee his face!
2 Firm, againſt ev'ry adverfe fhock Its mighty bulwarks prove; " Tis built upon the living Rock, And wall'd around with love.
3 There, all the fruits of glory grow, And joys that never die; And ftreams of grace and knowledge flow, The foul to fatisfy.
4 Come fet your faces Sion- ward,
The facred road enquire; And let a union to the Lord Be henceforth your defire.
5 The gofpel fhines to give you light, No longer, then, delay; The Spirit waits to guide you right And Jefus is the way.

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6 O Lord, regard thy people's pray'r, Thy promife now fulfil; laid And young and old by grace prepare, To dwell on Sion's hill. 0013
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Supplies in the wildernefs. Ifa. xxxiii. 16.
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THEN Ifra'l, by divine command, The pathlefs defert trod, They found, tho'' twas a barren land, A fure refource in God.
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2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, And fcreen'd them from the heat; From the hard rocks the water flow'd, And manna was their meat.
3 Like them we have a reft in view, Secure from adverfe pow'rs; Like them we pafs a defert too, But Ifra'l's God is ours."
4 Yes, in this barren wilderneſs, He is to us the fame,
By his appointed means of grace, As once he was to them.
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5 His word a light before us fpreads 100 By which our path we fee; His love a banner o'er our heads, LA From harm preferves us free.. T
6 Jefus, the bread of life, is giv'n To be our daily food:
We drink a wondrous ftream from heav'n, ' Tis water, wine, and blood.
7 Lord,' tis enough, I aſk no more, Thefe bleffings are divine;
I envy not the worldling's ftore, If Chrift and heav'n are mine.
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The faint believer firengthened and upheld. Ifa. xl. 29.
REJOICE, believer, in the Lord, Who makes your caufe his own; The hope that's built upon his word, Can ne'er be overthrown.l
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your road, And feeble is your arm; of a Your life is hid with Chrift in God, Beyond the reach of harm.no A

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3 Weak as you are, you fhall not faint, Or fainting fhall not die; Jefus, the ftrength of ev'ry faint, Will aid you from on high.
4 Tho' fometimes unperceiv'd by fenfe, Faith fees him always near, A Guide, a Glory, a Defence; Then what have you to fear?
5 As furely as he overcame,
And triumph'd once for you, So furely you, that love his name, Shall triumph in him too.
CXXIV.
The plan of falvation glorious. John xvii. 4. ALVATION! what a glorious plan! How fuited to our need!
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The grace that raifes fallen man, Is wonderful indeed!
2' Twas Wifdom form'd the vaft defign, To ranfom us when loft; And Love's unfathomable mine
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3 Strict Juftice, with approving look, The holy cov'nant feal'd; ist 70 And Truth, and Power, undertook, The whole fhould be fulfill'd.
4 Truth, Wifdom, Juftice, Pow'r and Love In all their glory fhone, When Jefus left the courts above, And dy'd to fave his own.
5 Truth, Wifdom, Juftice, Pow'r and Love Are equally difplay'd; En A Now Jefus reigns enthron'd above, Our Advocate and Head.
6 Now fin appears deferving death, Moft hateful and abhor"
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And yet the finner lives by faith, And dares approach the Lord.
CXXV.
The Holy Spirit's offices and work. Pfal. li. 12.
Holy Spirit, bleffed God, Thou meek and lowly Dove, Who fill'ft the foul, thro' Jefus blood, With faith, and hope, and love.

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2 Who comforteft the heavy heart, By fin and forrow preft, Who, to the dead can life impart, And to the weary reft.
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3 Come from the bliſsful realms above, Our longing breafts infpire, With thy foft flames of heavenly love, And fan the facred fire. il
4 Let no falfe comfort lift us up To confidence that's vain; Nor let their faith and courage drop, For whom the Lamb was flain.
5 Breathe comfort where diftrefs abounds, Make the whole confcience clean, And heal with balm from Jefus wounds, The feft'ring fores of fin. so l
6 Vanquish our luft, our pride remove, Take out the heart of ſtone, Shew us the Father's boundlefs love, And merits of the Son.dls baA
7 The Father fent his Son to die, The willing Son obey'd; ow The witnefs thou to ratify, bloow 15 Y The purchafe Chrift has made.

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CXXVI.
The gracious foul defiring to be grateful. Pfal. cxvi. 12.
I OR mercies, countleſs as the fands,
FOR Which daily I receive,
From Jefus my Redeemer's hands, My foul what canft thou give?
2 Alas! from fuch a heart as mine, What can I bring him forth? My beit is ftain'd, and dy'd in fin, My all, is nothing worth.
3 Yet, this acknowledgment I'll make, For all he has beftow'd; Salvation's facred cup I'll take, r A And call upon my God.
4 The beft returns for one like me, So wretched and fo poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea, wafa And afk him ftill for more. b
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The bleffed Characters.
Matth. v.
BLESS'D are the humble fouls that fee,
Their emptinefs and poverty; Treafures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.
2 Blefs'd are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for fin with inward fmart; The blood of Chrift divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes.
3 Blefs'd are the meek, who ftand afar From rage and paffion, noife, and war; God will fecure their happy ftate, And plead their caufe against the great. 4 Blefs'd are the fouls who thrift for grace, Hunger, and long for righteoufnefs; They fhall be well fupply'd and fed, With living ſtreams, and living bread.
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6 Blefs'd are the pure, whoſe hearts are clean, From the defiling pow'r of fin; With endlefs pleafures they fhall fee, A God of ipotlefs purity.
7 Blefs'd are the men, of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing ftrife; They fhall be call'd the heirs of blifs, The fons of God, the God of peace.
8 Blefs'd are the fuff'rers, who partake, Of pain and fhame for Jefus' fake; Their fouls fhall triumph in the Lord, Glory and joy are their reward.d. A 1213
Flow me on CXXVIII.
The glory of the chriftian fabbath. Ifa. lviii. 1 3.
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THE Lord of fabbath let us praife,
In concert with the bleft, m? Who joyful in harmonious lays, d Employ an endlefs reft.
2 On this glad day a brighter fcene Of glory was difplay'd
By God, the eternal Word, than when This univerfe was made.

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3 Alone, the dreadful race he ran, Alone, the wine- prefs trod; He dy'd, and fuffer'd as a man; He rifes as a God.
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4 He rifes! who our pardon bought, With grief and pain extreme; ' Twas great to ſpeak the world from nought, But greater to redeem.
5 A bleft eternity, we hope,
With him in heav'n to ſpend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And fabbaths never end.
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The Saviour's birth. Luke ii. 10, 11.
LET us all with grateful praifes, Celebrate the happy day, When the lovely, loving Jefus, First partook of human clay. Long had Satan reign'd imperious, ' Till the woman's promis'd feed, Born a Babe by birth myfterious, Came to bruife the ferpent's head.

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2 Shepherds on their flocks attending, In the midnight hours of reft, Saw an angel bright, defcending,
Heard his meflage thus exprefs'd; * Fear not fav'rites of th' Almighty, " Joyful news to you I bring; Ye have now in David's city, Born a Saviour, Chrift the King.'
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3 Strait a hoſt of angels glorious, JA Round the heav'nly herald throng; Utt'ring in harmonious chorus,
Airs divine, and this the fong; A Glory firft to God be given,
In the higheft heights, and then * Peace on earth proclaim'd by heaven,
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* Peace, and great good will to men."
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Lo! fweet Babe, we fall before thee, Jefus, thee we all adore;
To thee, kingdom, power, and glory, We afcribe for evermore, Glory to our God be given,
In the higheft heights, and then Peace on earth, brought down from heaven, Peace, and great good will to men.

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The refurrection. Matth. xxv. 46.
PLEAS'D, we read in facred ftory,
How our Lord refum'd his breath; Where, O grave's thy conqu'ring glory? Where's thy fting, thou phantom death? 2 Soon thy jaws, reftrain'd from chewing, Muft difgorge their ranfom'd prey, Man firft gave thee pow'r to ruin, Man too, takes that pow'r away.
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3' I am Alpha,' fays the Saviour, ' I Omega, likewife am, " I was dead, and live forever, " God Almighty, and the Lamb,' 4 In the Lord is our perfection,
And in him our boaft we make; We fhall fhare his refurrection,
If we of his death partake. Ye that die without repentance,
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6 Bold rebellion, bafe backfliding,
Stop your courſe, reflect with dread; In deftruction there's no hiding,
Death and hell give up their dead.
7 Every fea, and lake, and river, Shall again their dead reftore; Shout for gladneſs, O believer, You fhall rife to die no more. CXXXI.
The promife pleaded, My peace 1 give unte you.' John xiv. 27.
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PEACE be to this
Peace to every foul therein; Peace, the foretafte of falvation, Peace, the fruit of cancel'd fin; Peace, that ſpeaks its heav'nly giver, Peace, to fenfual minds unknown, Peace divine, which lafts forever,
Here erect its glorious throne.
2 Now thy love infufing fpirit,
Shed in ev'ry heart abroad; Rife thro' thy imputed merit, Ev'ry child a child of God:

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Each receive the conftant witneſs, Each obtain the joyous reft, Tafte in thee celeftial fweetnefs, God refiding in their breaft.
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Prince of Peace, if thou art near us, Fix in all our hearts thy home; By thy fwift appearing cheer us, Quickly let thy kingdom come; Anſwer all our expectation,
Give our raptur'd fouls to prove, Glorious, uttermoft falvation, Happy, everlaſting love.
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Redeeming Love. Eph. iii. 19.
NOW begin the heav'nly theme, Sing aloud in Jefus name; Ye, who his falvation prove, Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who fee the Father's grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face; As to Canaan, on ye move, Praife and blefs redeeming love. 0 2
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3 Mourning fouls, dry up your tears, Banifh all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and care remove, T Cancel'd by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas! who long have been Willing flaves of death and fin; Now from blifs no longer rove, Stop, and tafte redeeming love. 5 Welcome, all by fin oppreft, Welcome to his facred reft; Nothing brought him from above, 1010 Nothing but redeeming love. 6 He fubdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, His tremendous foes and ours, From their curfed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. 7 Hither then your mufic bring, bring, 14 Strike aloud the joyful ftring; pid Mortals join the hofts above, Join to praife redeeming love.
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Hofanna to the Son of David. Matth. xxi. 9.
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¹ HAIL, thou once defpifed Jefus,
Hail thou Gallilean King, Who didft fuffer to releafe us, Who didft free falvation bring; Hail, thou ever precious Saviour,
Who haft born our fin and fhame. By whoſe merit we find favour, Life is given thro' thy name.
2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed, All our fins were on thee laid, By Almighty love anointed,
Thou haft full atonement made; Ev'ry fin may be forgiv'n,
Thro' the virtue of thy blood; Open'd is the gate of heav'n,
Peace is made' twixt man and God.
3 Jefus, hail! enthron'd in glory, There for ever to abide, All the heav'nly hofts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's fide:
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There for finners thou art pleading, Spare them yet another year;" There for faints are interceding, ' Till in glory they appear.
4 Worship, honour, pow'r, and bleffing, Chrift is worthy to receive, Loudeft praifes without ceafing, Meet it is for us to give; Help ye bright angelic fpirits, Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays, Help to fing our Jefus' merits, Help to chant Immanuel's praife.
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The fure foundation. I Cor. iii. 1I.
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HRIST is the fure foundation ftone, Which God in Sion lays,
To build our heav'nly hopes upon, And his eternal praife.
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And faints adore his name; They reft their whole falvation here, Not fhall they fuffer ſhame.

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3 The fcribe, the pharifee, and prieft, Reject him with difdain; did
Yet on this Rock the church hall reft, And envy rage in vain.
4 What tho' the gates of hell withftood, Yet muft this building rife; ' Tis thine own work, alınighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.
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Come, and by thy love's revealing, Diffipate the clouds beneath: The new heav'n and earth's Creator, In our deepeſt darkneſs rife; Scatt'ring all the night of nature, Pouring eye- fight on our eyes.
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The Sun of righteoufnefs. Mal. iv. 2.
LIGHT of thofe, whofedreary dwelling,
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Life and light thy beams impart; Chafing all our doubts, and cheering Ev'ry poor benighted heart:
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Come, and manifeft the favour
God hath for the ranfom'd race; Come, dear Advocate and Saviour,
Come, and bring thy gofpel grace.
3 Save us in thy great compaffion, O! thou mild, pacific Prince, Give the knowledge of falvation, Give the pardon of our fins; By thy all- fufficient merit,
Every burden'd foul releaſe, By the fhinings of thy Spirit, Guide us into perfect peace.
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Chrift all in all. Col. iii. 11.
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¹ NOTHING but thy blood, O Jefus,
Can relieve us from our fmart: Nothing elfe from guilt releaſe us, Nothing elſe can melt the heart. 2 Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone: But, a fenfe of blood- bought pardon, Soon diffolves a heart of ftone.

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3 Jefus, all our confolations,
Flow from thee, the fov'reign good; Love, and faith, and hope, and patience, All are purchas'd by thy blood. 4 From thy fulnefs we receive them, We have nothing of our own; Freely thou delights to give them, To the needy who have none. 5 Teach us by thy patient Spirit,
How to mourn, and not defpair; Let us, leaning on thy merit,
Wrettle hard with God in pray'r. 6 Whatfo'er afflictions feize us,
They fhall profit, if not pleafe; But defend, defend us Jefus, From fecurity and eate.
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Divine Love. 1 John iv. 8. do
' LOVE divine, I would adore thee,
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12 Love! my life, and my falvation, Light, and truth, eternal word! Thou alone doft confolation
To my finking foul afford. 3 Love! thou haft for me endured All the pains of death my due; By thy forrows haft procured, For me grace and glory too. Love! thou wilt for ever love me, And thyſelf to me reveal: Love! thou wilt at length remove me From the reach of death and hell.
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Love! in mercy, thou wilt raife me, From the grave of fin and duft; Love! I fhall for ever praife thee, When in heav'n among the juft.
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Chrift the defire of all nations. Hag. ii. 7.
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¹ COME thou long expected Jefus, Born to fet thy people free; From our fears and fins releafe us, Let us find our reft in thee.

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Ifrael's ftrength and confolation, Hope of all thy faints thou art, Dear defire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry longing heart. 2 Come, Almighty, to deliver,
Heav'n and earth's eternal King; Come, and reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring: By thy faving grace and Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone; By thine all- fufficient merit, Raife us to thy glorious throne.
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The eternity of God. Pfal. xc. 2.
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REAT God, how infinite art Thou! What worthlefs worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praife to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages ftood, E'er feas or ftars were made; Thou art the ever- living God, Were all the nations dead.

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3 Nature and time quite naked lie To thine immenfe furvey; From the formation of the fky To the great burning day. 4 Eternity with all its years,
Stands prefent in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears, To thee there's nothing new.
5 Our lives thro' various fcenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undifturb'd affairs.
6 Great God, how infinite art Thou! What worthlefs worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praife to thee.
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The heavenly Shepherd. Pfal. xxiii.
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HE Lord, my Shepherd and my Guide, Will all my wants fupply; In fafety I fhall ftill abide Beneath his watchful eye.

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2 Amid the verdant flow'ry meads He makes my fweet repofe; When pain'd with thirft, he gently leads. Where living water flows.
3 If from his fold I thoughtlefs ftray, He leads the wand'rer home; And thews my erring feet the way, Where dangers cannot come.
4 Tho' haft'ning to the filent tomb, And death's dark ſhades appear; Thy prefence, Lord, fhall cheer the gloom, And banith ev'ry fear.
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No evil can my foul difmay, While I am near my God; My comfort, my ſupport and ftay, Thy ftaff and guiding rod.
6 Thy conftant bounties me furround, Amid my envious foes;
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My favour'd head with gladnefs crown'd, My cup with bleffings flows.
7 Thus fhall thy goodnefs, love, and care, Attend my future days;
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CXLI.
A hymn for new- year's day. Pfal. xc. 12.
GOD OD of my life, thy conftant care
With bleffings crowns each opening This guilty life doft thou prolong,[ year; And wake anew my annual fong.
2 How many precious fouls are fled To the vaft regions of the dead, Since, from this day, the changing fun Thro' his laſt yearly period run?
3
We yet furvive; but who can fay, Or thro' the year, or month, or day, He fhall retain his vital breath; Thus far, at leaft, in league with death?
4 That breath is thine, eternal God, " Tis thine to fix the foul's abode; We hold our life from thee alone, On earth, or in the world unknown.
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To thee, our fpirits we refign,
O make and own them ftill as thine; So fhall they fmile fecure from fear, Tho' death fhould blaft the rifing year.

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6 Thy children, eager to be gone, Bid time's impetuous tide roll on; And land them on that happy fhore, Where fin and death are known no more.
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The fame.
AND now, my foul, another year
Of thy fhort life is pafs'd; I cannot long continue here, And this may be my laft.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone, Nor will return again; And fwift my paffing moments run, The few that yet remain.
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3 Awake, my foul, with utmoft eare, Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes, how fure, how fair; And what thy great concern?
4 Now a new fcene of time begins, Set out afrefh for heav'n; Seek pardon for thy former fins, In Chrift fo freely giv'n.
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5 Devoutly yield thy felf to God, And on his grace depend; With zeal purfue the heav'nly road, Nor doubt a happy end.
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The excellency of the Holy Scriptures. Pfal. xix. 9, 10.
FAT
ATHER of mercies, in thy word What endleſs glory fhines? For ever be thy name ador'd For thefe celeftial lines.
2 Here, may the wretched fons of want Exhauftlefs riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant, And lafting as the mind.
3 Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repaft, Sublimer fweets than nature knows Invite the longing tafte.
4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life, and everlafing joys
Attend the bliſsful found.

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may thefe heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight; And ſtill new beauties may I fee, And ftill increafing light.
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy facred word, And view my Saviour there.
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The faithfulness of God. Heb. x. 24. UR never ceafing fongs fhall fhow The mercies of the Lord,
And make fucceeding ages know, How faithful is his word.
2 The facred truth his lips pronounce, To endleſs years endure, And if he fpeaks a promife once, Th' eternal grace is fure.
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3 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne? But there's a nobler cov'nant feal'd To David's greater Son.
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4 His feed for ever fhall poffefs A throne above the ſkies; The meaneft fubject of his grace bu Shall to that glory rife.
5 Almighty God, thy wondrous ways Are fung by faints above; d And faints below their honours raife, To thy unchanging love.
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The Incarnation. John i. 14.
AWAKF, awake the facred fong
To our incarnate Lord;
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue Adore th' eternal Word.
2 That awful Word, that fov'reign Pow'r, By whom the worlds were made; ( 0 happy morn! illuftrious hour!) Was once in fleſh array'd!
3 Then fhone almighty pow'r and love In all their glorious forms; When Jefus left his throne above To dwell with finful worms.

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4 To dwell with mifery below,
The Saviour left the fkies; And funk to wretchednefs and wo, I That worthlefs man might rife.
5 Adoring angels tun'd their fongs fol To hail the joyful day;
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il But could we fing as angels do, I bes Our higheſt praiſe were poor.
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The fong of angels at the birth of Chrift. Luke ii. 13, 14.
HIGH let us fwell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;
For angels, no fuch love have known T' awake a cheerful fong.
2 Good- will to guilty men is fhewn, And peace on earth is giv'n; For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes With meffages from heav'n.

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3 Juftice and grace, with fweet accord, His rifing beams adorn: Let heav'n and earth in concert join Now fuch a Child is born.
4 Glory to God, in higheft ftrains, In higheft worlds be paid; His glory by our lips proclaim'd, And by our lives difplay'd.
5. When fhall we reach thofe bliſsful realms, Where Chrift exalted reigns;
And learn of the celeſtial choir, Their own immortal ftrains?
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The grave of Chrift. Matth. xxviii, 6. E humble fouls, that feek the Lord, Chafe all your fears away;
And bow with pleafure down to fee The place where Jefus lay.
2 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought, Such wonders love can do; Thus cold in death, that bofom lay, Which throbb'd, and bled for you.

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3 A moment give a loofe to grief, Let grateful forrows rife; And wath the bloody ftains away With torrents from your eyes. bro
4 Then dry your tears, and tune your fongs, The Saviour lives again;
Not all the bolts and bars of death, The Conqueror could detain.gitall 5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears His once difhonour'd head; And thro' unnumber'd years he reigns, Who dwelt amongſt the dead. DRA
6. With joy, like his, fhall ev'ry faint on His empty tomb furvey; Then rife, with his afcending Lord, To realms of endleſs day.
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The Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16.
YE worlds of light, that roll fo near
The Saviour's throne of thining blifs, O tell how mean your glories are, How faint and few, compar'd with his.

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2 We fing the bright and Morning Star, ( Jefus, the fpring of light and love;) See how its rays, diffus'd from far, Conduct us to the realms above.
3 Its cheering beams, fpread wide abroad, Point out the puzzled Chriftian's way; Still as he goes, he finds the road Enlighten'd with a conftant day.
4( Thus when the eaſtern Magi brought Their royal gifts, a ftar appears, Directs them to the Babe they fought, Andguides their fteps and calms their fears.) 5 When fhall we reach the heav'nly place, Where this bright Star will brighteft fhine; Leave, far behind, theſe ſcenes of night, And view a luftre fo divine!
CXLIX.
Chrift the Phyfician of fouls. Jer. viii. 22.
DEEP are the wounds that fin has made,
Where fhall the finner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.
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2 Sin, like a raging fever reigns, With fatal ftrength in ev'ry part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And ſpreads it poifon to the heart.
3 And can no fov'reign balm be found? And is no kind phyfician nigh
To eaſe the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly?
4 There is a great Phyfician near, Look up, O fainting foul, and live; See in his heav'nly fmiles appear Such eafe as nature cannot give!
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5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood Life, health, and blifs, abundant flow! ' Tis only this dear facred flood
Can eafe thy pain and heal thy wo.
6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a fov'reign cure is found; A cordial for the fainting heart, A balm for ev'ry painful wound.

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The glorious prefence of Charift in heaven. John xvii. 24.
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0 O For a fweet, infpiring ray
To animate our feeble ftrains, From the bright realms of endleſs day, The bliſsful realms, where Jefus reigns!
2 There low, before his glorious throne, Adoring faints and angels fall; And with delightful worfhip own His fmile their blifs, their heav'n, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful Hallelujahs rife; And love, and joy, and triumph fpread Thro' all th' affemblies of the ſkies.
4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs To boundleſs rapture, while they gaze; Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues Refound his everlaſting praife.
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There all the favourites, of the Lamb, Shall join at laft the heav'nly choir; O may the joy infpiring theme Awake our faith and warm defire!

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6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal Our intereſt in that blifsful place; 3 Till death remove this mortal vail, And we behold thy lovely face.
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Redeeming Love. Rev. i. 5.
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i COME heav'nly Love, inſpire my ſong With thy immortal flame; And teach my heart, and teach my tongue The Saviour's lovely name.
2 The Saviour! O what endleſs charms Dwell in the bliſsful found! Its influence ev'ry fear difarms, And fpreads fweet comfort round. 3 Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effufion flow, For guilty rebels, loft in fin, And doom'd to endleſs wo.
4 God's only Son( ftupendous grace!) Forfook his throne above; or And, fwift to fave our wretched race, He flew on wings of love.

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5 Th' almighty Former of the ſkies Stoop'd to our vile abode; ni wo While angels view'd with wondring eyes, And hail'd th' incarnate God.
6 O the rich depths of love divine! Of blifs, a boundleſs ftore! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine! I cannot with for more!
7 On thee alone my hope relies; Beneath thy crofs I fall; My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour and my All.
CLII.
Mercy and truth met together. Pfal. lxxxv. 10.
* WHEN firſt the God of boundleſs grace
Difclos'd his kind defign,
To refcue our apoftate race ling From mifery, fhame, and fin. A
2 Quick, thro' the realms of light and bliſs, The joyful tidings ran; dobro Each heart exulted at the news,
That God would dwell with man.

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3. Yet,' midft their joys they paus'd a while, And afk'd with ftrange furprife, But how can injur'd juftice fmile, ' Or look with pitying eyes?
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6 So fpake the friends of God and man, Delighted, yet furpriz'd; Eager to know the wondrous plan, That Wifdom had devis'd.
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The Son of God attentive heard,
And quickly thus reply'd, In me let mercy be rever'd, * And juſtice fatisfy'd.
8 Behold! my vital blood I pour, " A facrifice to God;
Let angry juftice now no more * Demand the finner's blood."
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9 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung; Praife ev'ry tongue employs;-A ' He dy'd,' the friendly angels fung, Nor ceaſe their rapturous joys.
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God the only Refuge of the troubled mind. Pfal. xlvi. 1.
DEAR Refuge of my weary foul,
On thee, when forrows rife; A On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting hope relies. tam ola
2 While hope revives, tho'prefs'd with fears, a And I can fay, my God, dil Beneath thy feet I fpread my cares And pour my woes abroad.
3 To thee, I tell each rifing grief,
For thou alone canft heal; sisp baA Thy word can bring a fweet relief nie For ev'ry pain I feel.
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5 Yet, gracious God, where thall I flee? Thou art my only truft: And ftill my foul would cleave to thee, Tho' proftrate in the duft.
6 Haft thou not bid me feek thy face? And fhall I feek in vain?
And can the ear of fov'reign Grace Be deaf when I complain?
7 No, ftill the ear of fov'reign Grace Attends the mourner's pray'r; O may I ever find accefs,
To breathe my forrows there.
8 Thy mercy- feat is open ftill; Here let my foul retreat; With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet.
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A Penitential Hymn. Pfal. cxxx. 3, 4.
THOU facred Pow'r in heav'n above, Eternal and fupreme!
Accept the faint addrefs we make To thy adored Name.
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5 With thy righteoufnefs and Spirit, I am more than angels bleft; Heir with thee, all things inherit, Peace, and joy, and endiefs reft.

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6 Without thee, the world poffeffing, I fhould be a wretch undone: Search thro' heav'n, the land of bleffing, Seeking good, and finding none.
7 Hear then, bleffed Saviour, hear me, My foul cleaveth to the duft; Send the Comforter to cheer me, Lo! in thee I put my truft.
8 On the word, thy blood hath fealed, Hangs my everlafting all; Let thine arm be now revealed, Stay, O ftay me, left I fall! In the world of endlefs ruin, Let it never, Lord, be faid, 01 • Here's a foul that perifh'd, fuing For the boafted Saviour's aid?"
10 Sav'd! the deed fhall fpread new glory Thro' the fhining realms above; Angels fing the pleafing ftory, All enraptur'd with thy love!
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The Father's rod the children's bleffing. Pfal. cxix. 71.
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CLVII.
Hope in affliction. 2 Cor. iv. 17.
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What various woes we feel! Difeafes, pains, and doubts, and fears Surround thy children ftill.
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2 Darkneſs and dangers fill the road, And ftorms and tempefts roar; But we march onward to our God, And truft his guardian pow'r. I
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What tho' no lafting comforts found Thro' this long wilderneſs? When we arrive on heav'nly ground Pleafures fhall never ceafe.
4 Lord, give us patience in the way, And let our faith be ftrong; Direct our footſteps left we ftray, And guard our fouls along.
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5 Death fhall convey thy children home; Thither our fouls afpire; There no difeafe fhall ever come, But joy fhall be entire.

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Spiritual life defired. Hab. iii. 2.
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HEnew- born world immers'din night And gloomy horrors lay; Th' Almighty faid,' Let there be light," And pour'd the boundleſs day.
2 Thus, o'er the greater world within, Let beams immortal fhine; Scatter, O Lord, the clouds of fin, ch And fpread a dawn divine.
3 Attendant on this facred light, Celeftial fire impart;
And let the ray, that guides my fight, Inflame my frozen heart.
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Thus all the pow'rs, this fpirit knows, Shall to my God be giv'n; Sweet, as when Aaron's incenfe rofe In fragrant clouds to heav'n.

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Breathing after bolinefs. Plal. cxix. 5, 6.
That the Lord would guide our ways To keep his ftatutes ftill!
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O that our God would grant us grace To know and do his will!
2 Since we are ftrangers here below, s Let not thy path be hid; od 30. But mark the road our feet fhould go, And be our conftant Guide.
3 Order our footſteps by thy word, A And make our hearts fincere; Let fin have no dominion, Lord, But keep our confcience clear. I Make us to walk in wifdom's way, ' Tis a delightful road! or lad It leads to realms of endleſs day, we It leads to thine above. gol at
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Unfruitfulness confeffed and deplored. Jer. viii. 20.
ALAS, how faft our moments fly!
How fhort our months appear! How fwift the various feafons hafte, The ftill- revolving year!
2 Seafons of grace and days of hope, While Jefus waiting ftands; And fpreads the bleffings of his love With wide- extended hands.
-3 But ah! how careleſs and remifs Thefe bleffings to fecure!
, Bleffings, which thro' eternal Unwith'ring fhall endure.
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4 Beneath the word of life we die, Perifh amidſt our flore; And what falvation fhould impart Heightens our ruin more.
5 Pity this madnefs, God of love, And make us truly wife; So, from the pregnant feeds of grace, Shall glorious harvefts rife!
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CLXI.
The backslider's return.
Hof. ii. 6, 7.
THE Lord is kind in all his ways,
When moft they feem fevere; He frowns, and fcourges, and rebukes, That we may learn his fear.
2 With thorns he fences up our path, And builds a wall around,
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To guard us from the death, that lurks In fin's forbidden ground.
3 When other lovers, fought in vain, Our fond addreſs defpife; He opens his indulgent arms With pity in his eyes.
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4 Return, ye wand'ring fouls, return, And feek his tender breaft; Call back the mem'ry of thoſe days, When there you found your reft.
Behold, great God, we come to thee, Tho' blufhes vail our face; Conftrain'd our laft retreat to feek In thy much injur'd grace.

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The good Samaritan. Luke x. 30,& c.
FATHER of mercies, ſend thy grace, All- pow'rful from above,
To form, in our obedient fouls, The image of thy love.
2 O may our fympathizing breafts That gen'rous pleafure know; Kindly to share in others joy, And weep for others wo.
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When the moſt helpleſs fons of grief, In low diftrefs are laid, Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, And fwift our hands to aid.
4 So Jefus look'd on dying man, When thron'd above the ſkies; And, midft th' embraces of his God, He felt compaffion rife.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To raife us from the ground; And fhed the richeft of his blood, A balm for ev'ry wound.
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CLXIII
Hymn for the Sabbath. Exod. xx. 8.
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NOTHER fix days work is done; Another fabbath is begun;
Return, my foul, enjoy thy reft, Improve the day thy God has bleſt.
2 Come, blefs the Lord, whofe love affigns So fweet a reft to weary'd minds; Provides an antepaft of heav'n, And gives this day the food of feven.
3. O that our thoughts and thanks may rife, As grateful incenfe, to the ſkies; And draw from heav'n that fweet repofe, Which none, but he that feels it, knows. This heav'nly calm within the breaft, Is the dear pledge of glorious reft, Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.
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With joy, great God, thy works we view, In varied ſcenes both old and new; With praife we think on mercies paft, With hope, we future pleafures tafte.

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6 In holy duties let the day, In holy pleafures pafs away; How fweet, a fabbath thus to ſpend, In hope of one that ne'er fhall end!
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The fame.
AWAKE, our drowfy fouls,
Shake off each flothful band, The wonders of this day Our nobleft fongs demand. Aufpicious morn! thy bliſsful rays, Bright feraphs hail in fongs of praife. 2 At thy approaching dawn, Reluctant death refign'd The glorious Prince of Life, Her dark domains confin'd.
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Th' angelic hoft around him bends, And, midft their fhouts, THE GOD afcends.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord, Heav'n with Hofannas rings; While earth in humbler ftrains, Thy praife refponfive fings: Worthy art Thou, who once was flain, Thro' endlefs years to live and reign. R 3

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Gird on, great God, thy fword, Afcend thy conquering car, While juſtice, truth, and love Maintain the glorious war. Victorious thou, thy foes fhalt tread, And fin and hell in triumph lead.
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Make bare thy potent arm, And wing th' unerring dart, A With falutary pangs,
To each rebellious heart.
Then dying fouls for life fhall fue, Num'rous as drops of morning dew.
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The fame.
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WEET is the work, my God, my King, Topraife thy name, give thanks and fing, To thew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of facred reft, dW No mortal cares fhall feize my breaft; O may my heart in tune be found, W Like David's harp of folemn found! oniT

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3 My heart fhall triumph in my Lord, And blefs his works, and blefs his word; His works of grace! how bright they fhine! How deep his counfels! how divine!
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Fools never raiſe their thought fo high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grafs they flourith, till thy breath Blafts them in everlaſting death.
5 But I fhall fhare a glorious part, gal. When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh fupplies of joy are fhed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 6 Sin( my worft enemy before) enemy before) and t Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes fhall all be flain, Nor Satan break my peace again.
7 Then fhall I fee and hear, and know All I defir'd or wifh'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ In that eternal world of joy.
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CLXVI.
2 Accept our faint attempts to love, Our frailties, Lord, forgive; We would be like thy faints above, Unlike them as we live.
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The fame.
FREQUENT the day of God returns
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To fhed its quickning beams; yet how flow devotion burns! How languid are its flames!
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3 Increafe, O Lord, our faith and hope, y And fit us to afcend,
Where the affembly ne'er breaks up, The fabbath ne'er fhall end.
4 Where we fhall breathe in heav'nly air, With heav'nly luftre fhine; Before the throne of God appear, A And feaft on love divine.
Where we, in high feraphic ftrains, Shall all our pow'rs employ; Delighted range th' ethereal plains, And take our fill of joy.

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The believer's joy in going to the house of God.
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NOW did our hearts rejoice to hear
How Our friends devoutly fay,
In Sion let us all appear, And keep the folemn day.
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2 We love her gates, we love the road; The church, adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God A To fhew his milder grace.
3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne, And fits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praifes and complaints, And, while his awful voice Divides the finners from the faints, We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this facred place, And joy a conftant gueft; in ill With holy gifts, and heav'nly grace Be her attendants bleft.

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6 My foul fhall pray for Sion ftill, While life or breath remains; There my beft friends, my kindred dwell, There God, my Saviour, reigns.
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An hymn for a faft- day. Jer. xiv. 8, g.
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HEN Abra'm, full of facred awe, Before Jehovah ftood,
And, with a humble fervent pray'r, For guilty Sodom fu'd.
2 With what fuccefs, what wond'rous grace,
Was his petition crown'd! The Lord would fpare if in the place Ten righteous men were found.
3 And could a fingle, holy foul, So rich a boon obtain? Great God, and fhall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain?
4 Britain, all guilty as fhe is,
Her num'rous faints can boaft, And now their fervent pray'rs afcend, And can thofe pray'rs be loft?

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5 Are not the righteous dear to thee, Now as in ancient times!
Or does this finful land exceed Gomorrah in its crimes?
6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name, Here yet is thine abode; Long has thy prefence blefs'd our land, Forfake us not, O God.
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HE God of Jacob chofe the hill Of Sion for his ancient reft: And Sion is his dwelling till, His church is with his prefence bleft. 2 Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, faith the Lord, Here fhall my pow'r and grace be known, And bleffings ftill attend my word.
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Religious education of children. Pfal. Ixxviii.
LET children learn the mighty deeds,
God
Which in your younger years we faw,
And which our fathers told.
2 He bids us make his glories known, His works of pow'r and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down Thro'. ev'ry rifing race.
3 Our lips fhall tell them to our fons, And they again to theirs; That generations, yet unborn, May teach them to their heirs.
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4 Thus fhall they learn in God alone, Their hope fecurely ftands, That they may ftill record his works, And practife his commands.
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Room at the gofpel- feaft. Luke xiv. 22.
THE King of heav'n his table fpreads,
And dainties crown the board,
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Not paradife, with all its joys, Could fuch delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endlefs life are giv'n; And the rich blood that Jefus fhed To raiſe the foul to heav'n.
3 Ye hungry poor, that long have ftray'd,
In fin's dark mazes, come;
Come, from
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room.
Millions of fouls, in glory now, Were fed and feafted here; And millions more, ftill on the way, Around the board appear.
5 Yet is his houſe and heart fo large, That millions more may come, Nor could the whole affembled world O'er- fill the fpacious room.

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6 All things are ready, come away, Nor weak excufes frame: Croud to your places at the feaft, And blefs the Founder's name.
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Chrift's condefcending regard to little children.
Mark x. 14.
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2 Permit them to approach,( he cries) Nor fcorn their humble name; For' twas to blefs fuch fouls as thefe, The Lord of angels came.
3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent pray'r, And yield them up to thee; Joyful that we ourfelves are thine, Thine let our offspring be!
4 Ye little flock, with pleafure hear, Ye children, feek his face; And fly with tranſport to receive The bleffings of his grace.
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5 If orphans they are left behind, A Thy guardian care we truft: That care fhall heal our bleeding hearts, If weeping o'er their duft.
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Eben- ezer. 1 Sam. vii. 12.
OME, thou fount of ev'ry bleffing, Tune my heart to fing thy grace! Streams of mercy never- ceafing,
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Call for fongs of loudeft praife: A Teach me fome melodious fonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praife the mount- I'm fixt upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raiſe mine Eben- ezer, Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope by thy good pleafure, del Safely to arrive at home. Jefus fought me, when a ftranger Wandring from the fold of God; He, to reſcue me from danger,
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3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm conftrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter Bind my wandring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; te Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart, Lord, take and feal it; Seal it from thy courts above!
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To offer up united prayer For this our finful land.
ORD, look on all affembled here thy prefence ftand,
2 Oft have we, Lord, in private pray'd Our country might find grace; Now hear the fame petitions made In this appointed place.
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3 Or if amongft us fome be met, So careleſs of their fin,
They have not cry'd for mercy yet, Lord, let them now begin!
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4 Thou, by whoſe death we finners live, By whom our pray'rs fucceed, The grace of fupplication give, And we fhall pray indeed.
5 Great God of hofts, deliv'rance bring, Guide thoſe that hold the helm, Support the State, preſerve the King, And fpare the guilty realm.
6 Or fhould the dread decree be paſt, And we muft feel thy rod, May faith and patience hold us faft, To our chaftifing God!
7 Whatever be our deſtin'd cafe, no Accept us in thy Son, Give us thy goſpel and thy grace, And let thy will be done!
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Comfort under the loss of pious minifters.
NOW let our drooping hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry; Why thould thoſe eyes be drown'd in grief, Which view a Saviour nigh?

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2. What tho' the arm of conquering death: Does God's own houfe invade? What tho' the prophet, and the prieſt ay Be number'd with the dead?
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4 Th' eternal Shepherd ftill furvives New comfort to impart; His eye ftill guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.
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5 Lo, I am with you,' faith the Lord, My church fhall fafe abide; For I will ne'er forfake thoſe fouls ' Who in my love confide!'
6 Thro' ev'ry ſcene of life and death, This promife is our truft; And this fhall be our children's fong When we are cold in duft.
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Salvation approaching. Rom. xiii, 11.
AWAKE, ye faints, and raiſe your eyes, And raife your voices high; Awake, and praife that fov'reign love, That fhews falvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day! And each revolving year!
3 Not many years their round fhall run, Nor many mornings rife, Ere all its glories ftand reveal'd To our admiring eyes.busyM Ye wheels of nature, fpeed your courfe; Ye mortal pow'rs decay;
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Faft as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day.
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2 Lo, I behold the featter'd fhades, The dawn of heav'n appears; The fweet immortal morning ſpreads Its blufhes round the fpheres.
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4 I hear the voice, Ye dead arife!' And lo the graves obey;
And waking faints with joyful eyes Salute th' expected day.
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5 They leave the duft, and on the wing Rife to the mid- way air,
In fhining garments meet their King, And low adore him there.
6 O may our humble fpirits ftand Amongſt them cloth'd in white! The meaneft place at his right hand Is infinite delight.
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The fecond appearance of Chrift. 2 Pet. iii.
II, 12.
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MY Y waken'd foul, extend thy wings,
Beyond the verge of mortal things; See this vain world in fmoke decay, And rocks and mountains melt away. 2 Behold the fiery deluge roll,
Thro' heav'n's wide arch from pole to pole; Pale fun, no more thy luftre boaft, Tremble, and fall, ye ftarry hoft. 3 This wreck of nature all around,
The angel's fhout, the trumpet's found, Loud the defcending Judge proclaim, And echo his tremendous name. 4 Children of Adam, all appear
With rev'rence round his awful bar, For, as his lips pronounce, ye go To endlefs blifs, or endlefs wc.
5 Lord, to my eyes this fcene difplay, Frequent thro' each returning day; And let thy grace my foul prepare To meet its full redemption there.

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The final fentence of the juft. Matt. xxv. 34.
ATTEND my ear, my heart rejoice;
While
his throne, Begirt with all th' angelic hofts
Makes his laft fentence known.
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2 When finners, curfed from his face, To raging flames are driven; His voice, with melody divine, Thus calls his faints to heav'n.
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Blefs'd of my Father, all draw near; Receive the great reward; And rife, with raptures, to poffefs The kingdom Love prepar'd. " Ere earth's foundations firft were laid, His fov'reign purpofe wrought, And rear'd thoſe palaces divine,
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To which you now are brought. There fhall you reign unnumber'd years, Protected by my pow'r; While fin and death, and pains and cares, Shall vex your fouls no more."
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6 Come, dear majeſtic Saviour, come, This jubilee proclaim; And teach us language fit to praiſe So great, fo dear a name.
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ERE Jefus fpreads his feaft of love, We eat the heav'nly food,
His flesh he gives to feed our fouls, And bids us drink his blood.
2 Dear Jefus! here our faith beholds Thy wounds ftill bleed afreſh, We fee the fcourge, the thorns, the nails, Which tore thy facred fleſh.
3 And while we view ftern Juftice pour Her wrath upon thy head; Amaz'd! we blefs the love, which bore Such vengeance in our ftead.
" Tis here we eat the living bread, And drink the wine of heav'n, And fee the fource of all our blifs, In God's falvation giv'n.

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' Tis here we fee the tree of life, In all his glory fpread,
His fruit with great delight we tafte, And fit in his fweet fhade.
6 Here all is love: Love's banners hang Over our heads above,
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7 Blefs'd be the Lamb, who of our bliss This fweet foretafte has giv'n, With joy we eat, and hope for more, When we are come to heav'n.
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The fame.
HOW OW are thy glories here difplay'd!
Great God, how bright they fhine! While at thy word, we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine.
2 Here thy revenging juftice ftands, And pleads its dreadful caufe; Here Saving Mercy fpreads her hands Like Jefus on the crofs.
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3 Thy faints attend, with ev'ry grace, To view Chrift's facrifice, llen And Love appears with chearful face, And faith with fixed eyes.
4 Our hope in waiting pofture fits, To heav'n directs her fight: Here every warmer paffion meets, 40 And all our pow'rs unite.
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5 Revenge and zeal perform their part, And rifing fin deftroy,
Repentance comes with aking heart, Yet not forbids the joy.
6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to fight, Let fin for ever die:
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The Birth of Chrift. Luke ii. 7, 8,& e.
ALL lands, to God in joyful found,
Aloud your voices raife, bEA All in fweet harmony confpire, To fing Jehovah's praife.

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2 Let the great trumpet fwell its notes, To roufe the world around, muls A Let ev'ry mourning foul rejoice, of haa Salvation is the found. nwah, Ho
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The Saviour's born, our father's hope, Since Time his courfe began, ba Bright angels in melodious ftrains, cutel Proclaim the blifs to man.[ bo
4 Ye Shepherds go to David's town, And ſee the wondrous thing, The King of all the earth is born, And God himſelf's the King: T 5 Not in the palace of the king, In gorgeous drefs array'd, Behold the Lord of glory in The humble manger laid!
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6 Glory to God on high, who gives Love, grace, and peace, on earth: A Let every fex and age adore,
And fing the Saviour's birth.
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8 And when we die, our fons fhall ftill Refume the pleafing theme, botol And to their lateft fons with joy, Roll down the Saviour's name.
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9 Let Jews and Gentiles now accord; And all contention ceafe, Jefus appear'd to blefs mankind, And fill the world with peace.
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Hind
The bands of Love. Hof. xi. 4.
voice,
NOT Sinai's thund'ring awful Nor wrath's avenging rod; Nor fight of hell's devouring flames, Convert a foul to God.dated sit
2 Our fouls the love of Chrift conftrains, And fweetly brings us near To God, a Father reconcil'd, And banifhes our fear.
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4 Love, brought the Saviour down from
To die for us below;
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To tell us," He who loves his God " Muft love his brother too."
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5 Always alike to love inclin'd,
He ever loves his own, od bo He lov'd us on the bloody crofs, He loves us on the throne.
6 Even while love kindles in the heart Devotion's keeneft flame, bira She feels a facred glow for all, i Who love the Saviour's name.
7 Love is that part of heavenly blifs, Which God to us hath given; Love is our happinefs below, And perfect love is heav'n. huh?
8 Still may we entertain the love His Spirit fheds abroad,
Old Adam wifh'd like God to know, But we would love like God.
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Warm all our inward
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A fong in Chrift's abfence. John xvi. 20, 22.
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And here we fhed our tears, Without we combat many foes, Within are many fears.
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2 Chrift abfent, earth no joy imparts, The Bridegroom's friends muft mourn, And fafting oft, afflict their hearts, Till he in love return.
3 Yet not as hopelefs we complain, Jefus, we hear thy voice, " In love I'll fee your face again, " And bid your hearts rejoice.
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" Tho' now you mourn, behold the day " Of endlefs joy draws nigh: " My own foft hand fhall wipe away " The tears from every eye."
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Awake, our mourning fouls, and fing Till brighter fcenes appear.

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6 Let troubles rife and tempefts blow, And angry billows foam; land W Wreck all our hopes of blifs below T And float us nearer home:
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7 The raging waves, with all their ſpite, Shall waft us fafe on fhore, adw In that blefs'd region of delight inf Where ftorms fhall rife no more.
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TO nature's unenlighten’d eye
Death wears the deepeft gloom, Nor without dire alarms can fhe, Behold the op'ning tomb.
2 Death's empire feen thro' Sinai's cloud Made faints themſelves afraid, Nor could the law's pale glimm'ring lamp Difpel the awful fhade.
3 But now death's horrors frown no more, Behold the Saviour rife,
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4 Well may we enter death's dark vale, à When Jefus light fupplies, bal The grave may ftill confine our flefh; // But Jefus keeps the keys.toh bảA
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5 Soon fhall his hand the tomb unlock, When he returns to fave; Hade In that blefs'd morning, whofe firft ray Shall fhine upon the grave. sed W
6 The rifen Saviour gives the hope Of endlefs joys on high: Hence Chriftians can rejoicing live, And can in fafety die.
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IERCE paffions difcompofe the mind, As tempefts vex the fea, But calm contentment, Lord, I find, When I return to thee. om[ squia 2 In vain by reafon and by rule, I try to bend my will, blorist For none but in the Saviour's fchool, Can learn the heav'nly fkill. T

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3 Since at thy feet my foul has fat, Thy gracious word to hear, Contented with my preſent ſtate, On thee I caft my care.
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5 If I be rais'd to wealth or pow'r, The glory fhall be thine, If I depreffed be and poor, O let me not repine!
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6 Do thou, Lord, grace and ſtrength fupply Proportion'd to my day;
In love, at death, be alfo nigh, A To wipe my tears away.
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vdis sonia
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miw botnsino God is a Sun. Pfalm lxxxiv. 11.
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OD is my Sun, he cheers my foul, And gives the heavenly day, His beams fhine full in Jefus' face, And chafe my fhades away.
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2 When gloomy damps opprefs my foul, And clouds are in my fky,
If Jefus fhines the clouds difpel, And all my forrows die.com.
3 This is the Sun, whofe cheering beams Reveal immortal things,
And make the fick'ned finner feel The healing in his wings.
4 Nurs'd by his heat, the defart- foul Soon bloffoms as the rofe,
It fhoots up vig'rous; and, at laft, 10 To high perfection grows, oda bu A
5 His light fhall guide me, while I run Thro' life's perplexing maze, And when I enter death's dark vale, He'll cheer me with his rays.

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CLXXXIX.
Myflerious difpenfations of Providence. Ifa. xiv. 15.
OD moves in a myſterious way,
GOD His wonders to perform,
He plants his footſteps in the fea, And rides upon the ftorm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never- failing ſkill, b He treafures up his great defigns, T And works his fov'reign will.
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Ye fearful faints fresh courage take, The clouds ye fo much dread Are big with mercy, and fhall break In bleffings on your head.
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4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, or But ever truft his grace,
Behind a frowning providence, He hides a fmiling face.
5 His purpoſes will ripen faft, Unfolding ev'ry hour, The bud may have a bitter tafte; But fweet fhall be the flow'r.

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6 Blind unbelief is fure to err, And fcan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
7 0 God! we own thy fov'reign grace, Thy faithful care we own; il Wifdom and love are all thy ways, oll When moft to us unknown.
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8 May thy blefs'd word and Spirit teach, And lead us fafely on
Thro' light and darkneſs, till we reach A bright celeftial crown.
9 On thee our vaft concerns we leave, To thee our all refign: st In ftraits and dangers rich and fafe, If we and ours are thine.
10 The burdens of a trying day
With patience we will bear, ull Till ev'ning's welcome hour diſplay a We are our Maſter's care.
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To whom no hope is giv'n? Death is the meffenger of peace, And calls the foul to heav'n.
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3 As Jefus died and rofe again Victorious from the dead, So his difciples rife and reign, With their triumphant head.
4 The time draws nigh when from the clouds Chrift fhall with fhouts defcend, And the laft trumpet's awful voice The heav'ns and earth fhall rend.
5 Then they who live ſhall changed be, And they who fleep fhall wake; The graves their ancient charge fhall yield And earth's foundations fhake.
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6 The Saints of God, from death fet free, With joy fhall mount on high, The heav'nly hofts with praifes loud, Shall meet them in the ſky.
7 Together to their Father's houfe, With joyful hearts they go, And dwell for ever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of woe.
8 A few fhort years of evil paft We reach the happy thore, Where death- divided friends at laft Shall meet to part no more.
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The Lord is my portion. Lam. iii. 24.
Y God, my portion and my love! My everlaſting all!
I've none but thee in heav'n above, Or on this earthly ball.
What empty things are all the fkies? And this inferior clod?
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3 Even when the bright and glorious fun Gives his refreſhing light, Thy own fweet beams create my noon, If thou withdraw,' tis night.
4 And whilft upon my reftlefs bed, Among the fhades I roll,
If my Redeemer fhews his head, ' Tis morning with my foul.
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To thee I owe my wealth and friends, And health and ſafe abode: Thanks to thy name for meaner things; But they are not my God.
6 Were I proffeffor of the earth
And call'd the ſtars mine own, Without thy graces, and thyfelf, I were a wretch undone.
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FROM pole to pole let others roam,
And fearch in vain for bliſs, My foul is fatisfied at home, The Lord my portion is.
2 Jefus, who on his glorious throne, Rules heav'n and earth and fea, Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, And give himſelf to me.
3 His perfon fixes all my love, His blood removes my fear, And while he pleads for me above, His arm preferves me here.
4 His word of promife is my food, His Spirit is my guide: Thus daily is my ftrength renew'd, And all my wants fupplied.
5 For him, I count as gain each lofs, Difgrace, for him, renown, Well may I glory in his crofs,
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6 Let worldlings then exult and boaft How much they gain, or fpend, Their joys muft foon give up the ghoft: But mine fhall know no end.
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YE nations, near, and far abroad, Awake your tuneful pow'rs, And fing what brought the Saviour God Into this world of ours.
2 He came to take our guilt away, When he our furety ftood; And caft our fins into the fea, Of his atoning blood.
3 He came to purify our frame; Our fall'n hope to raife, That we might triumph in his name, And give him all our praife.
4 He came to make the dumb to fpeak; The lame his crutch forego; To rife exulting and to leap,
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He came to make the deaf to hear, And to revive the dead;
With joy the broken heart to cheer T From him the living head.
6 He came to give the hungry food, And make the blind to fee; The empty foul to fill with good, And fet the captives free.
7 He came to fave us by his crofs, When guilty and forlorn; He is Immanuel God with us, And of a virgin born.
8 He came our views to raiſe above This world, and all its pow'rs, And fhed abroad his gracious love In theſe cold hearts of ours.
9 He came to bring us near to God, And to procure our peace; To clothe the naked with the robe Of his own righteoufnefs.
10 He came the doubting to confirm, And all their wants fupply, And to make Jacob, tho' a worm, To threfh the mountains high.
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11 He came to give the weak his help; To raife our fall'n ftate,
And by the forrows which he felt, To make us good and great. D
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12 He came to fill our fouls with grace; To free us from our pains, And bring us to that glorious place, Where blifs immortal reigns.
13 For deeds fo gracious and divine, His fame fhall be renown'd: Thro' ev'ry age, and ev'ry clime, His praifes fhall refound.
14 The fun fhall fee his offspring rife, And ſpread from fea to fea; Long as he travels thro' the ſkies, To give the nations day.
15 The diftant ifles fhall hear his voice, And fhall obey his laws;
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Chrift our High Prieft. Heb. iv. 14, 15.
OME let us join our cheerful fongs To our afcended prieft,
He entered heav'n with all our names Engraven on his breaft.
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2 Below, he wafh'd our guilt away, By his atoning blood; And now he fits upon the throne, And pleads our caufe with God.
3 Aaron appear'd but once a- year, Before the holy one; But Jefus fits for ever there, A Prieft upon his throne.
Cloth'd with our nature, ftill he knows The weaknefs of our frame,
And fympathifes with our griefs, Becaufe he felt the fame. lg baA
5 Nor time, nor diftance, e'er fhall quench The fervours of his love, For us he died in kindnefs here, n Nor is lefs kind above.

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6 O! may we ne'er forget his grace, Nor bluſh to hear his name, Still may our hearts hold faſt his faith, Our mouths his praife proclaim.
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Chrift given a Leader to the people. Ifa. lv. 4.
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ET Ifrael now rejoice and fing With many woes opprefs'd, Behold a royal Leader giv'n, To bring our fouls to reft.
2 What tho' we march thro' paths perplex'd, And ways we have not known? The way, in which the Saviour leads, Shall bring us to the throne.
3 Follow, our fouls, where Jefus leads, Without a murm'ring word; be In all the dangers of the way, Rely upon the Lord.
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4 Shall he who hears the raven's cry, And gives the lions food, Shall he, in whom all fullnefs dwells, Let us want any good?

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5 Let us our weary heads recline On Jefus' loving breaft, muld o Divinely wife, and kind is he Who leads us to our reft.
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The joy of the Lord is your ftrength. Neh. viii. 10.
JOY is a fruit, which will not grow,
In nature's barren foil,
All we can boaft, till Chrift we know, Is vanity and toil.
2 But where the Lord has planted grace, And made his glories known, There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour feen by faith; A fenfe of pard'ning love; A hope which triumphs over death; Give joys like thoſe above.

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4 To take a glimpfe within the vail, To know that God is mine; Are fprings of joy, which never fail, Refreſhing and divine.
5 Theſe are the joys which fatisfy, And purify the mind; Which make our fpirits mount on high, And leave the world behind.
6 No more, believers, mourn your lot, But fince you are the Lord's, Refign to them who know him not, Such joys as earth affords.
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True and falfe zeal. Gal. iv. 18. Rom. x. 2.
EAL is that pure and heav'nly flame The fire of love fupplies;
While that, which often bears the name, Is felf in a difguife.
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3 While zeal for truth the Chriftian warms, He knows the worth of peace; But felf is hot for names and forms Contention to increaſe.
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may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here; But zeal the beſt applaufe fhall gain, When Jefus fhall appear.
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The Lord's day and its ordinances. Matth. xxviii. 1, 6.
TH Mary's love, without her fear, Come let us hafte to pay
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Our early viſit to the tomb, Where our Redeemer lay.
2 With angels we ftoop down to gaze,£ And while we gaze we fing, " O grave! where is thy victory? " O death! where is thy fting?"

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3 Well may we now our flefh confign To reft where Jefus lay, The grave our duft cannot retain, The ftone is roll'd away.
4 We welcome in the joyful morn, Which bears the Saviour's name, When from the dark abode of death Jefus triumphant came.
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5 On this blefs'd day the faints convene To fing their rifen Lord:
They fpeak and hear his words of love, And his kind death record.
6 Our hearts delight in that ſweet place, Where Jefus loves to come, Refreth'd we grow in ev'ry grace, And ripen for our home.
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' Tis here we tafte the bread of life, It is divinely fweet: While living waters fill our fouls With infinite delight.
8 This is our Pifgal, where we view, The land of promifs'd blifs: Here we would flay, till call'd away, To dwell where Jefus is.
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9 For ever, Jefus! thy dear name
Shall dwell upon our tongues, And full and free falvation be The burden of our fongs.
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The Jubilee- fong. Ifa. lxi. 1, 2.
ET Zion's fons proclaim the blifs O'er all the world abroad;
Our Jub'lee's come, the happy year Well pleafing unto God.
2 Jefus our King, is come to fave, tuo a He bids the flaves be free; W Knocks off the fetters from our fouls, And gives true liberty.sohbeAY
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5 Our rich inheritance in heav'n, Once loft, is now reftor'd, For this our fweeteft fongs we fing To our redeeming Lord.
6 No end our Jubilee fhall know, Nor our rejoicing ceafe; But we will fill the endleſs year, With everlaſting praiſe.
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Chriftian Unity. Eph. iv. 2,-7.
TO dwell in unity, and love, Becomes the heirs of grace, The Spirit is fent down to join Them in the bonds of peace.
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2' Tis pleafant as the morning dews, That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildeft glory fhews, And makes his grace diftil. 3 One body we, one fpirit too,
One hope our calling gives, mod The hope of heav'n each faint partakes, And by this hope he lives.
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4 In one baptifmal rite we fhare, Our common faith is one, One Lord is King of all the earth, Ev'n Jefus on the throne.
5 One God of all, Father of all, no book o Exalted all above,
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Who by his pow'r rules over all, mű And in us all by love.have 6 Let no diverfity of gifts, So gen'roufly beftow'd, Envy beget, or pride, or ftrife, Among the Sons of God.
7 However various are the gifts, The end is ftill the fame, The good of all the Author means, And bleffed be his Name.
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Joy in Chrift's afcenfion. John xiv. 1, 3.
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NOME now, ye children of my love, Come, ftop the falling tears, Banith the forrows of your fouls, And all your doubts and fears.

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2 Believe your heav'nly Father's love, Nor ever doubt his pow'r, He'll fhield you with his gracious wings, In the diftreffing hour.
3 Believe my love, then may you bear My crofs without a groan, And follow me to Calvary, Who hope to share my
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What tho' Affliction's keeneft pang Your fir mett patience proves? The hand that finites, is guided ftill, By the kind heart that loves. 5 What tho' to heav'n I now afcend, And leave your longing view? My kind delign is to prepare A glorious place for you. 6 Then let no forrow rend your Nor more my abfence mourn, Mindful of you, on fwifteft wings Of love I will return.
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7 Then to myſelf, I'll you receive, To thare my warmelt joys, I'll pour my tranfports thro' your hearts, And bid your lips rejoice. A
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CCII.
Chriftian Charity. I Cor. xiii. 4,& c.
ET Pharifees of high efteem, Their faith and zeal declare, All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there.
2 Love fuffers long with patient eye, Nor is provok'd in hafte,
She lets the prefent inj'ry die, ST And long forgets the paft.
3 Malice and rage, thefe fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill, Tho' fhe endure the wrong.
4 She ne'er defires nor feeks to know The fcandals of the time; Nor looks with pride on thofe below, Nor envies thoſe that climb. 1 10
5 She lays her own advantage by To feek her neighbour's good; So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our lives with blood.

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6 Here our beft love imperfect is; But better days draw nigh, When perfect light fhall pour its rays, And all our fhadows fly.
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Then perfect love fhall ſtill prevail, Among the faints above, When tongues fhall ceafe, and prophets And ev'ry gift but love.
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His love fhall be unvail'd. IA
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The offices of Chrift. Luke ii. 11. E blefs the prophet of the Lord, Who comes with truth and grace, Jefus, thy Spirit and thy Word
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2 We rev'rence our high Prieft above, Who fhed his precious blood, And lives to carry on his love, By pleading with our God.
3 We honour our exalted King ,, nedT How fweet are his commands! He guards our fouls from hell and fin, By his Almighty hands.
4 He is our Prophet, us to guide; Our High Prieſt to atone: Our King to rule, and to provide, And bring us to his throne, 5 Hofanah to his glorious name, Who faves in diff'rent ways, His mercies lay a fov'reign claim To our immortal praite. cito
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Saving faith known by its fruits. James ii. 17, 18.
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Iftaken fouls! who dream of heav'n, And make their empty boaft Of inward joys, and fins forgiv'n, While they are flaves to luft.

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2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead, None but a living pow'r unites To Chrift the living head.
3 We muft obey our Father's will, As well as truft his grace,
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The minifter of fin. fontral/ 5 And while it purifies our frame,
It feals our peace with God, A Jefus and his falvation came
By water and by blood.mobi/ 6" Tis faith that animates the heart, ' Tis faith that works by love; That bids all finful joys depart; And lifts the thoughts above.
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7' Tis faith that conquers earth and hell, By a celeftial pow'r, This is the grace that fhall prévail, In the decifive hour.
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8 By faith we mount the azure fky, And from the lofty fphere, isi il This earth a little mote defery, Unworthy of our care.
9 By faith we fee the unfeen things Hid from all mortal eyes; l Proud reafon, ftretching all her wings, Can never reach our joys.
10 By faith we build our lafting hope On righteoufnefs divine, Nor can we fink with fuch a prop, Whatever ftorms combine.
11 By faith we triumph o'er the world, And its deceitful charms, o all Our pow'r can never be controul'd With Jefus in our arms.
12 By faith our melting fouls repent, When pierced Chrift appears; Our hearts in grateful praifes vent; T Our eyes in joyful tears.
13 By faith we can the mountains high Of fin and guilt remove; And caft them all into the fea Of Jefus' blood and love, b

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14 By faith when wrong'd we are kept right
In fad decays revive;
In weakneſs we are great in might; In death we are alive.
15 By faith we ftand when others fall, In darknefs we have light; Nor dare we doubt and queſtion all, When all is out of fight.
16 By faith we walk, we run, we fly; Bear trials, great or finall,
By faith we can both live and die, By faith we can do all.
17 By faith of future joys we live, Which evermore endure, 10 All prefent things moft fleeting prove, But things to come are fure.
18 Far from this world of toil and ftrife, Our faith would make us fly To the abodes of endleſs life,
And I dwell, O Lord, with thee.
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Chrift our ftrength and righteoufnefs. Pfal. lxxi. 14, 15, 16,& c.
MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praife, When fhall the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace!
2 Thou art my everlafting truft, Thy goodnefs I adore, And fince I knew thy graces firft, I fpeak thy glories more.
3 My feet fhall travel all the length Of the celeftial road,
I'll move with courage, in thy ftrength, To fee my Saviour God.
4 When I am fill'd with deep diftrefs For fin that I have done, I'll plead thy perfect righteoufnefs, And mention it alone.
5 How will my lips rejoice to fing Thy vict'ries, O my King! My foul, redeem'd from hell and fin, Will thy falvation fing.

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6 Awake, awake, my inward pow'rs, With this delightful fong,
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CCVI.
Joy in tribulation. Heb. xii 10, 11, 12.
WHY fhould we fear the bitter draught? Why should our courage die? Or fhrink to take Affliction's cup When mingled, Lord, by thee?
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2 We truft the great Phyfician's fkill, Nor is his love lefs fure, The med'cine he prefcribes may fmart; But it will alfo cure.
3 All things he orders for our good, Whatever may befal,
From all our pains he takes the fling; And from our cup the gall.
4 He all our heavy griefs fuftain'd, And all our woes he bare, And thall we guilty creatures grudge To take our little fhare?
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5 My God, if fuff'ring be my lot, O give the humble mind! That I may calmly bear the ills Thy wifdom has affign'd.
6 O Lord, correct in love, for who Before thy wrath can ftand? Then while I truft thy loving heart, I'll blefs thy chaft'ning hand.
7 Happy if piloted by thee,
Thro' Life's vaft fea of woes, At that blefs'd harbour I arrive, Where all the juft repoſe.
8 Let faints in ev'ry ftate rejoice, Our good is ftill in view, In love our heav'nly Father fimiles, In love he finites us too.
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CCVII.
The divine perfections. Job xi. 7.
HOW OW fhall I praife th' eternal God, That Infinite Unknown? Who can afcend his high abode,
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2 The great Inviſible! he dwells Conceal'd in dazzling light: But his all- fearching eye reveals The fecrets of the night.
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3 Thoſe watchful eyes that never fleep, Survey the world around: His wifdom is a boundlefs deep Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Speak we of ftrength? His arm is ftrong To fave or to deftroy; Infinite years his life prolong And endlefs is his joy.
5 He knows no fhadow of a change, Nor alters his decrees: Firm as a rock his truth remains, To guard his promifes.
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6 Sinners before his prefence die, How holy is his name! His anger and his jealoufy Burn like devouring flame.
7 Juftice, upon a dreadful throne, Maintains the rights of God; While mercy fends her pardon down, Bought with a Saviour's blood. Now, to my foul, immortal King, Speak fome forgiving word: Then' twill be double joy to fing The glories of my Lord.
CCVIII.
Frail life and fucceeding eternity. Pfalm xxxix. 4, 5.
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HEE we adore, eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame What dying worms are we!
2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill, As days and months increaſe, And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell Still leaves the number lefs.

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The year rolls round, and fteals away The breath that firft it gave, Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're haftning to the grave.
4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground, To puth us to the tomb; And fierce difeafes ftand around, To hurry mortals home.
50 God! on what a flender thread Hang everlafting things!
Th' eternal ftates of all the dead Upon Life's feeble ftrings!
6 Infinite joy or endleſs woe Attend on ev'ry breath, And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death!
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Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we ftill fecure?
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Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more?
8 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, 3 To fit our fouls to fly: Then when we drop this dying fleſh, We'll rife above the ſky.
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CCIX.
Chrift the Father's Servant. Ifa. xlii. 1, 2, 3, 4.
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B EHOLD my Servant! fee him rife
Exalted in my might,
Him have I chofen, and in him, I place fupreme delight.
2 On him, in rich effufion pour'd, My Spirit fhall defcend,
My truths and judgments he fhall fhow, To earth's remoteft end.
3 Gentle and fill fhall be his voice, ale With mildnefs he'll proceed,
The finoking flax he will not quench, Nor break the bruifed reed.
4 The feeble fpark to flames he'll raife, The weak will not defpife, Judgment to truth he fhall bring forth, And make the fall'n rife.
5 The progrefs of his zeal and pow'r Shall never know decline, Till foreign lands and diftant ifles Receive the law divine. st il's W

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6 In greatnefs, glory, and in might, His kingdom fhall endure, Till the fix'd laws of fhade and light Shall be obferv'd no more.
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Love to the creature dangerous. 1 John ii. 15, 16.
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OW vain are all things here below; How falfe and yet how fair! Each pleafure hath its poifon too, And every fweet a fnare.
2 The brighteft things below the fky Give but a flatt'ring light, We fhould fufpect fome danger nigh, Where we poffefs delight.
3 Our fweeteft joys and deareft friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds And leave not half for God.
4 The fondneſs of a creature's love H How ftrong it ftrikes the fenfe, Thither our warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence.

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5 Dear Saviour! let thy fullneſs be Our fouls eternal food,
And grace command our hearts away, From all created good.
CCXI.
Salvation by Jefus Chrift. Ifa. xlv. 22. Rev. 1, 5.
For a thoufand tongues to fing My dear Redeemer's praife; The glories of my God and King; The triumphs of his grace.
2 My gracious Mafter, and my God, Affift me to proclaim, And ſpread through all the earth abroad The honours of thy name.
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3 Jefus! thy name removes our fears, And bids our forrows ceafe, " Tis mufic in the finner's ears, ' Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the reigning power of fin, And fets the pris'ners free; His blood can make the fouleft clean, His blood avail'd for me.

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5 Ye nations, look to him, and own
Your God, ye fallen race, Look, and be fav'd through faith alone, And juftified by grace.
6 On him the guilt of fin was laid, The Lamb of God was flain, His foul was once an off'ring made For ev'ry elect man.
7 All who in him believe may know, And feel their fins forgiv'n; Anticipate their blits below, And be affur'd of heav'n.
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God is love.
1 John iv. 16.
THY ceafeleſs, unexhauſted love,
Unmerited, and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our mifery.
2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill, Thou doft with finners bear, That we thy goodnefs great may feel, And thy rich grace declare.

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3 Thy goodnefs, and thy love to me, And all thy faints abound; A vaft, a deep, a fhoreleſs fea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Their ftreams to all believers reach; So plenteous is the flore, Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore.
5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move; A thoufand promifes declare The greatneſs of thy love.
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6 Perfections infinite in thee Their fulleft beams diiplay, Thou'rt holy, wife, juft, pow'rful, true, But love's thy brighteft ray.
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And while O God, thy truth remains, Thy love muft ftill endure.

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CCXIII.
The Omniprefence of God. Pfal. cxxxix. 7,
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In vain my foul would try, To thun thy prefence. Lord, or flee Thy keen and piercing eye.
2 Thy all- furrounding fight furveys My rifing, and my reft,
My public walks, my private ways; And fecrets of my breaft.
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Within thy circling arus I lie, Befet on ev ry fide.
4 If wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the weſt,
Thy hand which muft fupport my flight, Would foon find out my reft.
If o'er my fins, I think to draw
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6 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee,
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may I ne'er provoke that pow'r, From which I cannot flee.
CCXIV.
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1 XX/ HILE in this dark and dreary land, Where forrows oft affail,
Let holy fouls exalt their eyes To joys within the vail.
2 There fits enthron'd the glorious Lamb, While faints adore around, Angels, in fhining circles, pay Their homage moſt profound.
3 The Lamb illumines all the place With fplendors here unknown, And pours the rivers of his grace Fresh from beneath the throne.
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His flock he leads to fcenes of blifs With joys unfading crown'd, Nor can they thirit while living ftreamsUntailing flow around.

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5 Behold our fmiling God appears, And bids our griefs remove, He'll wipe away our ev'ry tear, With the foft hand of love.
CCXV.
The believer breathing after God and heav'n. Pfal. Ixxiii. 25.
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OME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, And raife our hearts and thoughts above The reach of all inferior things:
2 Beyond this changing, lower fky, au Up where eternal ages roll,
Where folid pleafures never die, ebAnd fruits immortal feaft the foul. I 3 O for a fight! a pleafing fight and T Of our Almighty Father's throne! There fits our Saviour, crown'd with Cloth'd in a body like our own.[ light, 4 Adoring faints around him ftand, T
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5 Soon may the day, dear Lord, appear, When we fhall mount and dwell above, And ftand and bow amongſt them there, And view thy face, and fing, and love. CCXVI.
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Thus arm'd he fent the champions forth, From Eaft to Weft; from South to North. " Go, and affert your Saviour's caufe, " Go, fpread the glory of his crofs." Thefe weapons of the holy war, Of what Almighty force they are! A To make our ftubborn paffions bow, And lay the proudeft rebel low. ba
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5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by thefe heav'nly arms fubdu'd; While Satan rages at his lois,
And hates the doctrines of the crofs.
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CCXVII.
The boliness, peace, and felicity of Meffiab's reign. Pfal. lxxii. reign. 7, 8.
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THIS HIS fong an ancient prophet fung, A Virgin fhall bring forth a fon; From Jeffe's root a branch fhall rife, Which fhall with fragrance fill the ſkies. 2. The fick the healing plant fhall aid; From heat afford a cooling fhade, Then crimes fhall ceafe, and fraud fhall Returning juftice lift her fcale:
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4 All nature haftes her wreaths to bring, With incenfe of the breathing fpring, See fpicy clouds from Sharon rife, V And Carmel's top perfume the fkies.A Hark! a glad voice the defart cheers, The way, prepare, a God appears! A God! the vocal hills reply, gow A The rocks proclaim the Deity. nil bo A
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6 The earth receives him from the ſkies, Ye mountains, fink, ye vallies, rife, Ye cedars high, your homage pay, Be fmooth, ye rocks, ye floods, give way. The Saviour comes as was foretold, Hear him, ye deaf, ye blind, behold: From films he'll purge the vifual ray, And on the eye- ball pour the day.
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8 The dumb fhall fing, the deaf fhall hear, From ev'ry face he'll wipe the tear, The lame fhall then his cruth forego, And leap exulting like the roe.
9 The lambs he raifes in his arms, And kindly in his bofom warms, They fhall his gracious care engagea As Father of the future age.

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10 No more fhall hoftile nations rife, No warriors meet with baleful eyes; But lances into fcythes fhall bend, And bloody fwords in plough- fhares end.
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11 Buildings fhall rife, the joyful fon Shall finith what his fire begun; The fwains in defarts with furprife, See lilies fpring and verdure rife.
12 The lambs with wolves fhall graze the And boys in bands the tygers lead,[ mead, The ox and lion kindly meet,
And ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
13 The infant in his hand fhall take 97 The bafilifk and fpeckled fnake; The luftre of their fcales furvey: And with their forky tongues fhall play.
14 Rife, crown'd with light, great Salem rife! Exalt thy head and lift thine eyes, See a long ráce thy courts adorn Of fons and daughters yet unborn. A
15 See nations at thy gates attend, And lowly in thy temple bend: See crouds on ev'ry fide arife Eager to mount above the ſkies. hab
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16 See heav'n its portals wide difplay or And pour on thee a flood of day, Thy day fhall fhine for ever bright, For God himfelf fhall be thy lightbok What tho' the fkies in fmoke decay? Rocks fall, and mountains melt away? Fix'd is his word, his pow'r remains, Thy glorious King, Meffiah reigns. by edmall oniT# 1
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LORD, I am thine, but thou wilt
prove My faith, my patience, and my love, When men of fpite againſt me join, They are the fword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion are below,
' Tis all the happinefs they know, xa ' Tis all they feek, they take their fhares, And leave the reft among their heirs. What finners value, I refign, en s58 21 Lord,' tis enough that thou art mine, I fhall behold thy blifsful face, 010 562 And ftand complete in righteoufnefs.
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4 This life's a dream, an empty fhow: 11 But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys fubftantial and fincere, When fhall I wake and find thee there?
5 O glorious hour! O blefs'd abode! HA I fhall be near and like my God! And fleſh and fin no more controul my
The facred pleafures of foul.
6 My filefh fhall flumber in the ground, Till the laft trumpet's joyful found, Then burft the chains with fweet furprife, And in Saviour's image rife. ni my
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Over the heav'ns he ſpreads his cloud, And waters veil the fkyay slim!
2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grafs the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow.

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3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, T He hears the raven's cry; odt jull But man, who taftes his fineft wheat, Should raife his honours high. W 4 His fixed counfels change the faceg O Of the declining year; comod He bids the fun cut fhort his race, A And wintry days appear.
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The warmer gales he makes to blow, And bids the fpring return.
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With fongs and honours founding loud, Praiſe ye the Sov'reign Lord.
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The believer breathing after inward rectitude. Pfal. cxix32, 36,9 val
For a heart to praife my God! A heart from fin fet free; A heart that will apply the blood So freely fhed for me. do sd P
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2 O for a heart fubmiffive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, Where only Chrift is heard to ſpeak, And where he reigns alone! b
3 O for a lowly contrite heart, Jusis A& Believing, true, and clean, Hoff Which neither life nor death cán part From him who dwells within.
4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, T And full of love divine, les ind Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine.
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6 Thy gracious nature, Lord, impart, Come quickly from above, Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new beft name of love.
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The chriftian race. 1 Cor. ix. 24
AWAKE, my foul, ftretch ev'ry nerve,
And prefs with vigour on,
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
a A cloud of witneffes around Hold thee in full furvey, Forget the fteps already trop, And onward urge thy way.
3' Tis God's all animating voice That calls thee from on high, ' Tis he prefents the glorious prize To thine afpiring eye.
4
The joys and pleafures of a day I cheerfully refign, Rich in the large imortal ftore bl Secur'd by grace divine. ibA

AND HYMNS.
5 Lét fools my happy choice deride, Angels and God approve; Nor fcorn of men nor rage of hell, My ftedfast foul fhall move.
6 With ardent eye the bright reward I daily will furvey,
And in the blooming profpect lofe The forrows of the way.
CCXXII.
The matchless beauty and glory of Jefus Chrift. Song v. 9, 10.
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IF, why I love my Saviour fo, The wond'ring world inquire, The reaſons hereof, did they know, Would fet their hearts on fire.
2 There's no beloved like to mine, He ruddy is and white, All beauties, hunian, and divine, In his great perfon meet:
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4 This is my joy and confidence,.I When I behold by faith Him white in fpotlefs innocence, And ruddy in his death.
5 No creature can with him compare, None is like him to me,
Among ten thoufand of the fair, There's none fo fair as he.
6 To him the heav'ns their homage bring; To him celeftial throngs; Ten thoufand faints and angels fing, With rapture on their tongues.
7 Created wifdom cannot fcan The worth of Jeffe's rod, Nor fpeak the greatneſs of the Man; The grandeur of the God. Blog W
Semor CCXXIII.
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The glory of God difplay'd in the works of creation and redemption. Pfal. viii. 1, 4.
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ATHER, how wide thy glory fhines! How high thy wonders rife!!
Known thro' the earth by thoufand figns, And thro' the ftarry kies. d

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2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, Their motions fpeak thy fkill, They are directed ev'ry hourono 77 By thy unerring will, of ba
3 But when I view thy ftrange defign To fave rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compaffion join In their divineft forms:
4 Here all the Godhead may be feen, Nor can a creature guefs Which of thy glories brighteft fhine, Thy juftice, or thy grace, dod 5 Stern juftice did require thy Son To fuffer in my ftead, dat d That fimiling mercy might obtain An egrefs thro' his blood.
6 To me this bleeding love of hisler Shall ever precious be,
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8 O may I bear fome humble partot In that immortal fong! Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart, And love direct my tongue.
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A convinced finner praying for divine help and mercy. Luke xviii. 13.
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Saviour! ftill inclin'd to do Thy needy creatures good, Let me, that I thy praife may fhow, Be by thy grace renew'd.
2 Lothfome, and foul, and felf- abhor'd, I fink beneath my fin;
But if thou wilt a gracious word T Of thine can make me clean.
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3 Thou feeft me deaf to thy commands, Open, O Lord, mine ear!
Bid me ftretch out my wither'd hands, And lift them up in prayer.
Silent, alas! thou know'ft how long, My voice cannot raife, But, Lord, when thou halt loofe my The dumb will fing thy praife.[ tongue

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5 Lame at the pool fill am found,
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Give ftrength and it employ: Swift as a hart I then thall bound, tom ul The lame fhall leap for joy. dol
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6 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark am I within, The love of God I cannot fee; The finfulnefs of fin. ud
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CCXXV.
The difficulties attending religion. P Matth. vii. 13, 14.
ST TRAIT is the way, the door is ftrait, That leads to joys on high; ' Tis but a few that find the gate, While crouds miftake and die, s 2 Beloved felf muft be denied,
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The mind and will renew'd; Paffion fupprefs'd, and patience trie 1, And vain defires fubdu'd.
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3 Flesh is a dang rous foe to grace, And fpurns all facred rules, Its motions we muft till abafe, Left they deftroy our fouls.
4
The tongue, that moft unruly pow'r, Requires a ſtrong reftraint:
We must be watchful ev'ry hour, And pray, but never faint.
5 Lord! can a feeble, helplefs worm Fulfil a tafk fo hard!
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Thy grace muft all my work perform And give the free reward.
CCXXVI.
The danger of continuing obftinate in fin. Rom. ii. 4, 5, 6.
UNgrateful finners, whence this fcorn
Of long extended grace? And whence this folly that infults The Almighty to his face?
2 Is it becaufe his patience waits, And gracious bowels move, You multiply audacious crimes, And fpurn his richeft love?

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3 Is all the treafur'd wrath fo fmall, You labour ftill for more, Tho' not eternal rolling yearside SAT Can e'er exhauft the ftore?
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Alarm'd and melted at God's voice, T Before his fceptre bow, list And, to eſcape his thunders then, h Embrace the Saviour Howad GT
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Believers living to Chrift who died for them. 2 Cor. v. 14, P5.
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3 He juftly claims us for his own, rilis al Who bought us with a price,
The Chriftian lives to Chrift alone, To Chrift alone he dies.
4 Jefus! thine own do thou receive, we
Fulfil our heart's defire, O let us to thy glory live, And in thy caufe expire!
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5 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to be, Our facrificé receive, said anclad Made, and preferv'd, and fav'd by thee, To thee, ourfelyes we give..ndm
CCXXVIII.
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Vain profperity. Pfal. xxxix. 6.
SURE, I fhall envy them no more,
Who grow great, Tho' they encreaſe their golden ftore, And rife to wondrous height.
2 They tafte, of all the joys that grow Upon this earthly clod, Well may they fearch the creatures thro', For they are all their God.
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3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own; But death comes haft'ning on to you, To mow your glory down.
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4 Yes, you muft bow your ftately heads; Away your fpirits fly,
And no kind angels near your beds To bear them to the fky.
5 Go now, and boaft of all your flores, And tell how bright ye fhine: Your heaps of glitt'ring duft are yours, And my Redeemer's mine.
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CCXXIX.
The Society and felicity of heaven. Pfal. xvi. II.
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1 THERE on high majeftic throne, Th' Almighty Father reigns, And fheds his glorious goodneſs down On all the heav'nly plains.
2 Bright, like a fun, the Saviour fits, And fpreads eternal noon; // No ev'nings there, nor gloomy nights, To want the feeble moon. do d

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3 Amidſt thefe ever- fhining fkies, dad? Behold the facred Dove, id boA While banith'd fin and forrow flieste From all the realms of love.
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5 But, O what beams of heav'nly grace Tranfport them all the while! Ten thoufand fmiles from Jefus' face, And love in ev'ry finile;
6 Blefs'd Saviour! when fhall that dear
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That joyful hour appear, When I fhall leave this houfe of clay, To dwell amongſt them there?
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A defcription of Chrift the beloved. S. Song v. 11, 12, 14, 15, 16.
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HE wond'ring world inquires to know Why I fhould love my Jefus fo: What are his charms, fay they, above The objects of a mortal love?

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2 His head the fineft gold excels;
There wifdom in perfection dwells, d And glory, like a crown, adorns Thofe temples once befet with thorns.
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3 Compaffions in his heart are found,
Hard by the fignals of his wound: His facred fide no more fhall bear The cruel fcourge, the piercing fpear.
4
His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds fet in rings of gold; Thoſe heav'nly hands that on the tree Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me,
5 Tho' once he bow'd his feeble knees, Loaded with fins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command, His legs like marble pillars ftand. 6 His eyes are Majefty and love,
The eagle temper'd with the dove; No more fhall trickling forrows roll, Thro' thefe dear windows of his foul.
7 His mouth, that pour'd out long complaints Now finiles, and cheers his fainting faints: His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.

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SACRED SONGS
8 All over glorious is my Lord, Muft be belov'd, and yet ador'd; His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too.
CCXXXI.
The whole creation invited to praise Jehovah.
Pfal. cxlviii.
FT all the various creatures join
' L To praiſe th' eternal God;
Ye angels bright, the fong begin, And found his praife abroad.
2 Opraife him, all ye worlds above! He fix'd your wondrous frame, By his command ye ftand, or move, Therefore refound his fame.
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3 Thou fun, with warm and golden beams, Thou moon, with paler rays,
Ye ftarry lights, and twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praife.
Ye vapours,
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when aloft when aloft you rife,
Or fall in fhow'rs below:
Ye thunders, rolling round the fkies, His pow'r and glory fhow.

30 AND HYMNS.
5 Ye wind and hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praife the Lord, When ye in dreadful ftorms confpire To execute his word.
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6 Ye fpacious earth, and ocean, know, Ye owe your Maker praiſe; Praiſe him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monflers of the fea.
7 From mountains tow'ring to the ſky Let his high praife refound; From humble thrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around.
8 Ye favage lions of the wood, And tamer beafts that graze, you he gives your daily food, And he deferves your praife.
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9 Ye birds, that foar on lofty wing, On high his praifes bear,
Or fit on flow'ry boughs, and fing, Your Maker's glory there.
10 Ye little creeping ants and worins, His various wifdom fhow, And flies, in all your fhining forms, Praiſe him who deck'd you fo.

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SACRED SONGS.
11 Ye kings, and Judges of the land, Praiſe th' eternal King, A Adore and blefs the fov'reign hand, Whence all your honours fpring.
12 Let vig'rous blooming youth engage To found his praifes high,
Let growing babes, and with'ring age, Their feeble voices try.
Let univerfal zeal be ſhown
His wondrous fame to raife, God is the Lord, his name alone! Deferves our endleſs praife.
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And all pronounce him bleft; But faints, who dwell fo near his heart, Should fing his praifes beft.
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AFFLICTION, hope in
Angels punished and man saved
Ascension
Absence, a song in Christ's Ascension, joy in Christ's
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CALL, the Lord's to his children Characters, the blessed
Believer, his song in midst of sorrow Believer, the faint, strengthened and upheld Bethel, the God of
Birth of Christ celebrated by angels
The same
Children, Christ's tender regard for Children, the religious education of Christ all in all
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BACKSLIDER, his return
Backsliders encouraged to return
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Believer, his joy in going to God's house- 167 Believer, his safety and song
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Blessedness of dying in the Lord
Blessings precious, through Christ Blessings recollected, and the Blesser adored Bread of life
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Christ crowned by the church Christ exhibited in types and prophecies
Christian, a follower of Christ
Christian, his imperfèctions his regret Christ in metaphor
Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted
Christ's presence in heaven glorious Christ the believer's strength
Christ the desire of all nations.
Christ the physician of souls
Christ, the second appearance of
Christ, the birth, titles, and reign of
Christ the Father's eternal and supreme delight,
Covenant, new, sealed Creation
Christ the substance, the types the shadow
Church, the future glories of
Cross exchanged for the crown
Cross, the christian glorying in Cross, the christian's glory Christ, the Birth of
Christian contentment
Christ's first coming, designs of Christian unity Christian- charity
Christ, the offices of
Christ the beloved, description of
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DAY of salvation
Death conquered by the Saviour's dying
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Creation and Redemption, glory of God displayed in the works of
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Christ, believers living to
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26
64
65 68
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34
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138
95
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149
179
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183
187 193
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Death, felicity of dying in Christ Death, the christian's triumph over Death, victory overo- b s Death and the Grave, Christ's power over Day, the Lord's and its ordinances
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Divine perfections
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Divine help and mercy, convinced sinner praying for 224
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Evening, an hymn for
Eternity, frail life and succeeding
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FAITH the triumph of Fast day, an hymn for Feast, richness of the gospel Feast, room at the gospel Feast, the gospel
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God, the eternity of
God, the existence of
God, the faithfulness of
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Fervency in devotion desired Foundation, the sure
Friends, comfort under loss of Father's Servant, Christ the
Faith, Saving, known by its fruits
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GLORY of Christ in heaven
Glory of God displayed in the gospel God dwelling among men
God dwells with the humble
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God, the glory of, manifested by his works God the only refuge of the troubled soul
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INDEX.
Gospel feast, the poor invited to Gospel times, the blessedness of Grace and glory by the death of Christ Grace distinguishing
Grace, its sovereignty in revealing Christ Gratitude of the gracious soul
Grave of Christ
Grave, the weary pilgrim's rest
God and Heaven, the believer breathing after
God, the goodness of, in the seasons God, the Omnipresence of
H
HEAVEN the believer's hope and home Holiness, breathing after
Holy Spirit, the offices and work of Hope of Immortality
Hymn for the morning and evening Hymn, a communion
The same
High Priest, Christ our
Hope of saints, and the portion of sinners Heaven, society and felicity of
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Jesus, his name precious
Immanuel, or, God with us
Incarnation
Joy in heaven for the repenting sinner
Judgment, the last
Just, the final sentence of
Jesus Christ, salvation by
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Inward rectitude, believer breathing after Jesus Christ, matchless beauty and glory of Jehovah, whole creation invited to praise
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170
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126
147
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215
219
213
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159
125
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181
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229
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211
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222
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INDEX.
K
LAMB, adoration to Lamb, glories of Life a fading flower
Life short and sorrowful
Life, shortness of
Life, spiritual, desired
Life, the vanity of
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Light in darkness
Lord our righteousness
Lost recovered
Love, Christ's, to communicants
Love, divine
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Love of Christ shed abroad in the heart Love of God in making sinners sons Love, redeeming
The same
Love, the bands of
Love to the creature dangerous Love, God is
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MAN of sorrow
Mercy and truth met together
Messiah, the gracious end of his mission
Messiah, the promised, born
Ministers, comfort under loss of
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New year's day, a prayer for
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Messiah's reign, holiness, peace, and felicity of
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111
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132
151
184
210
212
96
152
59
23
176
27
217
141
142
119

INDEX.
O
ORDINATION of a minister, an hymn for
P
PARDON, the sinner's, dearly bought Peace, the promise of, pleaded Penitent, his confession and petition
Perfection breathed after
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The same
People, Christ given a Leader to the
Praise to God for creation and redemption Praise to the blessed Trinity for redemption The same
Prayer, our Lord's
Providence, submission to afflictive Public fast, an hymn for
Providence, mysterious dispensations of Pious Relations, hope in the death of Portion, the Lord is my
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REDEEMER, adoration and praise to Redemption by Christ
Redemption by price and power Redemption finished Resurrection
Resurrection and the life
Resurrection, a prospect of Righteousness, the robe of Righteousness, sun of
Rod, our heavenly Father's, a blessing Religion, difficulties attending
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SABBATH, an hymn for
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131
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189
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191
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195
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102
130
114
178
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225
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INDEX.
Another
Sabbath, the glory of Sabbath the saints delight
Saints begotten to a lively hope Saints, safety of Saints security
Salvation approaching Salvation by grace
Salvation drawing nearer
Salvation flowing from the cross
Salvation, plan of, glorious
Samaritan, the good
Saviour's coming, the saint's rejoicing Scripture, the excellency of
Sinner, supplication of the awakened Sin, original
Sin, the deceitfulness of
Sin, danger of continuing obstinate in Song for the evening
Song for the morning Song, the Jubilee
Son of David, praise to The same
Sorrow, godly flowing from the cross
Sorrow flowing from the cross beheld Spirit witnessing and sealing Star, the morning
Sufferings, Christ's, seen in symbols Supper, Lord's instituted
Shepherd, the heavenly
Strength, the joy of the Lord is your Sun, God is a
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Strength and righteousness, Christ our
Saints, the Lamb feeding and leading the
Spirit the effusion of, and success of the gospel
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128
45
19
36
56
178
33
116
101 124 162
24
143
155
22
66
226
40
41
199 14
133
43
60
37
148
79
69
140
196
188
205
214
216

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INDEX.
T
TABLE, the communion
Table, the Lord's richly furnished
Time passing away
Time to be redeemed
Tree of life
Tribulation, joy in
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UNGRATEFULNESS confessed and deplored V
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WORLD crucified by the cross Wisdom's royal bounty to the wise Wilderness, supplies in
VICTORY, Christ's, the believer's triumph Vision, beatific
Vain prosperity
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YOUTH, season of, to be improved Z
ZION, the safety and song of Zion, God's care and tenderness of Zion, the refuge, river, and rock of Zion, asking the way to Zeal, true and false
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Yellow
9
4
10
Red
11
12
5
13
Magenta
14
CO
6
15
White
16
17
3/ Color
18
19
B.I.G. Black
8