HYMN 198.1

FAITH SHE WN BY WORKS.

O'let our lips and lives exprefs
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So let our works and virtues fhine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

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2 Thus fhall we belt proclaim abroad The honours of our SAVIOUR-Gob, When the falvation reigns within, And grace fubdues the pow'r of fin. ! Aworic" 3 Our Alefh and fenfe must be deny'd, Paffion and envy, luft and pride; 1 એ While juftice, temp'rance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve.

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4 Religion bears our fpirits up,
While we expect that bleffed hope,
The bright appearance of the LORD,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

HYMN 199

HAPPY POVERTY.

MATT. V. 3.

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humble fouls complain no more;
Let faith furvey your future ftore
How happy, how divinely bleft,
The facred words of truth atteft.
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2 When conscious grief laments fincere,"
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reverfion in the fkies.

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3- In vain the fons of wealth and pride Defpife your lot, your hopes deride; In vain they boaft their little ftores, Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.

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4 There fhall your eyes with rapture view The glorious friend that dy'd for you; That dy'd to ransɔm, dy'd to raise To crowns of joy, and fongs of praise. 5 JESUS, to thee I breathe my pray'r: ¿ Reveal, confirm my int'reft there! Whate'er my humble lot below, This, this my foul defires to know. 60 let me hear that voice divine Pronounce the glorious blefing mine! Enrolla among the happy poor, My largest wishes afk no more.

SINS AND SORROWS LAID BEFORE GOD! My f** That we knew the fecret place Where we might find our GOD! We'd spread our wants before his face, And pour our woes abroad.

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2. We'd tell him how our fins arife, W. s
What forows we, fuftain og ban

How grace decays and comfort dies,
And leaves our hearts in pain.

3 He knows what arguments we'd take
To wrestle with our God;

We'd plead for his own mercy's fake,
And for our Saviour's, blood.?

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Our GoD will pity our complaints,
And heal our broken bones,

He takes the meaning of his faints,,
The language of their groans. q

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5 Arife, my foul, from deep diftrefs, a
And banish ev'ry fear,
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To fpread thy forrows there. F

HYMN 201

PRAISE TO THE

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O our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the facred fong
O may his love (immortal flame)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

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REDEEMER..

2 His love what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue diply?

Jamagination's urmoft ftretch.
In wonder dies away.

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2 When conscious grief laments fincere,"
And pours the penitential tear
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reverfion in the fkies.

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In vain the fons of wealth and pride
Defpife your lot, your hopes deride;

In vain they boaft their little flore

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Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.

4 There fhall your eyes with rapture view The glorious friend that dy'd for you; That dy'd to ransɔm, dy'd to raise To crowns of joy, and fongs of praise. 5 JESUS, to thee I breathe my pray'r : Reveal, confirm my int'reft there! Whate'er my humble lot below, This, this my foul defires to know. 60 let me voice divine hear th Pronounce the glorious bleffing mine! Enrolla among the happy poor, My largest wifhes afk no more.

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HYMN 200.

SINS AND SORROWS LAID BEFORE GOD! 11.

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That we knew the fecret place Where we might find our God! We'd spread our wants before his face, And pour our woes abroad.

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