2 Yours is a fad, a dangerous cafe;
Be humble and repent:

Mercy, you'll find, tho' e'er fo bafe,
If truly penitent.

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Sinners are fav'd by JESU's blood,
How vile foe'er they be;
Eternal life's the gift of God;
And gifts are always free.

4 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which any man has done;

But God has fent the Sun to blefs:
Return and kifs the Son.

HYMN 193.

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ERE at thy crofs, my dying GoD,
I lay my foul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
JESUS, nor fall it e'er remove.
2 Not all the tyrants think or fay,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell fhall fright my heart away,
Shou'd hell, with all its legions rife.

THE CROSS.

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3 Shou'd worlds confpire to drive me hence,
Movelefs and firm this heart thou'd lie;
Refolv'd (for that's my last defence)
If I must perifh, there to die.

4 But fpack, my LORD, and calm my fear
Am I not fate beneath thy fhade ?
Thy vengeance will not ftrike me here,
Nor Satan dares my foul invade.

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5 Yes; I'm fecure beneath thy blood ;
And all my foes fhall lofe their aim:
Hofanna to my dying God,
And my best honours to his name.

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HAT ha'l I render, O my God, For all thy kindness fhown! My feet fhall vifit thine abode, My Songs adrefs thy throne.

2 Among the faints that fill thy houfe, My offrings fhall be paid, eq There fhall my zeal perform the vows My foul in anguifh made.

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How much is mercy thy deligh",
Thou ever-bleffed GoD!

How dear thy fervants in thy fight
How precious is their blood!

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4 How happy all thy fervants are
How great thy grace to me!
My life, which thou haft made thy care,
LORD, I devote to thee.

HYMN 195.

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PRAISE TO GOD THRO' THE WHOLL

OF OUR EXISTENCE.

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OD of my life, thro' all my days, My greateful pow'rs shall found thy Pipraife; add yn modo

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The fong fhall 'wake with op'ning light,
And warble to the filent night.

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2 When anxious cares wou'd break my reft, And grief wou'd tear my throbbing breaft, Thy tuneful praise I'll raife on high And check the murmur, and the figh

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4 But when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chain'd to flesh no more, With what glad accents fhall I rife, To join the mufic of the fkies!

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5 Soon, hall learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo thro' the heav'nly plans,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing feraphs round thy throne.

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ow by the bowels of my Gon,
Histharp diftref, his fore complaints,
By his last grones, his dying blood,
I charge my foul to love his faints.

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2 Clamour and wrath and war be gone, Envy and fpite for ever ceale, Any Lep bitter words nomore be know fisid Among the faints, the fons of peace.

3. The fpirit, like a peaceful dove,

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Flies from the realms of no fe and trife; Why thould we vex and grieve his love,, Wha feals our fouls to heav'nly lite? 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts; Thro' all our lives let mercy run; So God forgives our num'rous faults, For the dear fake of CHRIST his Son. du flug ons ons bet

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HYMN 197.

THE PROMIS'D LAND. ISA. XXXII. 17.

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AR from thefe narrow fcenes of night,
Unbounded glories rife,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes

2 There pain and fickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns..

3 No clouds those blifsful regions know, For ever bright and fair!

For fin, the fource of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 There no alternate night is known,
Nor fun's faint fickly ray;
But glory from the facred throne
Spreads everlasting day.

5 O may the heav'nly profpect fire

Our hearts with ardent love, H Till wings of faith and ftrong defire Bear ev'ry thought above.

6 Prepare us, LORD, by

For thy bright court race divine

on high

Then bid our fpirits rife and join
The chorus of the sky.