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Sinners, your proud presumption check,

And stop your wild career. 7 Now is th' accepted time;

To Christ for mercy fly:
O turu, repent and, trust in him,

And you shall never die.
8 Great God, in whom we live,

Prepare us for that day ;
Help us in Jesus to believe,

To watch, and wait, a id pray.


Hymn 327. P. M. As strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly

lusts, which war against the soul. 1 Pet ii ii. 1 HOW

COW happy is the pilgrim's lot,

How fre: from every auxions thought, From worldly hope and fear! Coutin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell;

He only sojourns here.
2 This happiness in part is mine,
Already sav'd from low design,

From every creature love!
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightro'd of its load,

Aud seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view,

of those that basely paat

For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,

I neither have nor want.
4 I have no babes to hold me here,
But children more securely dear,

For nine I humbly claim:
Better than daughters or than sons;

Temples divine, of living stones,

Inscrib'd with Jesa's nanie. á No foot of land do I possess; No cottage in the wilderness;

A poor way-faring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,

Till I my Çanaan gain.

Hymn 328. P. M.
And these Three are One. John v. 7.



men and maidens, raise
Your tuneful voices high ;
Old men and cbildren, praise

The Lord of earth and sky:
Hiu Three in One, and One in Three,

Extol to all eternity. 2 The universal King

Let all the world proclaim!
Let every creature sing

His attributes and name!
Him Three in Ore, and One in Three,
Extol to all eternity:


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• All excellencies meet;
Wbo sits upon the throne,

And shall for ever sit:
Him Three in One, and One in Three,
Extol to all eternity.
Glory to God belongs;

Glory to God be given,
Above the noblest songs

Of all in earth and heaven:
Him Three in One, and One in Three,
Extol to all eternity.

Hymn 329. C, M.
I pray thee, let me go over and see the good land

that is beyond Jordan. Deut. jii. 25. ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

a To Canaan's fair and bappy land,

Where my possessions lie.
2 0 the transporting rapt'rous scene,

That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,

And rivers of delight!
3 There gen'rous fruit that never fails,

Oa trees immortal grow :
There rocks, and bills, and brooks, and vales

With milk and honey flow.
O'er all those wide-extended plains

Shines one eternal day:

There God the Sun for ever reigos,

And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and fear'd do more.
6 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?
7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul

Would bere no longer stay!
Though Jordau's waves around me roll,

Fearless I'd launch away.
8 There, on those high and flow'ry plains,

Our spirits ne'er shall tire; But iu perpetual, joyful strains,

Redeeining love adinire.

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For what is your life? it is even a vapour, that

appeareth for a little time. James iv. 14. 1 Myspan of life will soon be done,

The passing moments say;
As length'ning shadows o'er the mead,

Proclaim the close of day.
O that my heart might dwell aloof

From all created things,
And learn that wisdom from above,

Whence truc contentment springs!

Courage, my soul, thy bitter cross,

In every trial here,
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above,

But shall not enter there
The sighing souls that humbly seek

In sorrowing paths below,
Shall in eternity, rejoice,

Wbere endless comforts flow.
3 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er,

Of sublunary care,
And life's dull vanities no more,

This anxious breast ensnare.
Courage, my soul, on God rely;

Deliv'rance soon will come:
A thousand ways has Providence

To bring believers home.
4 E'er first I drew this vital breath,

From nature's prison free,
Crosses in number, measure, weight,

Were written, Lord, for me.
But thou, niy Shepherd, Friend, and Guide,

Hast led me kindly on;
Taught me to rest my fainting head

On Christ, the corner-stone. 5 So comforted, and so sustain'd,

With dark events I strove,
And found, when rightly understood,

All messengers of love:
With silepee, and submissive awe,

Ador'd a chast’ning God,
ever'd the terrors of his law,
And humbly kiss'd the rod,

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