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4 O may thy grace ftill chear my heart!
And fhed its fragrance there!
The nobleft balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name
With my last lab'ring breath;
When fpeechlefs, clafp thee in my arms;
My joy in life and death!

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COME

OME let us join our chearful fongs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, To be exalted thus ;

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, For he was flain for us.

3 JESUS 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 speak thine endless praife.

5 Let all creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name

Of him, that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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HYMN 58.

CHRIST OUR WISDOM.

How heavy is the night,

That hangs upon our eyes;

Till CHRIST with his reviving light,
Upon our fouls arife?

2 Our guilty fpirits dread

To meet the wrath of heav'n;
But in his righteousness array'd,
We see our fins forgiv'n.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways His hands infected nature cure, With fanctifying grace.

4 The pow'rs of hell agree

To hold our fouls, in vain;

He fets the fons of bondage free,
And breaks the curfed chain.

5 LORD, we adore thy ways,

To bring us near to GoD;

Thy fov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

HYMN

59.

CHRIST'S COMPASSION TO THE TEMPTED.

IWITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High priest above;

His heart is made of tendernefs,
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 hath felt the fame.

3 He in the days of feeble flefh.
Pour'd out strong cries and tears;
And in his measure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.

4 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruifed reed he never breaks,

Nor fcorns the meaneft name.

5 Then let our humble faith addrefs
His mercy and his pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the diftreffing hour.

HYMN 60.

LOVE.

HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love infpires the breaft;

Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the reft.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn fins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our chearful feet
In fwift obedience move;
The devils know, and tremble too;
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and fings,
When faith and hope fhall cease;
'Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful strings,
In the sweet realms of bliss.

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5 When join'd to that harmonious throng, That fills the choirs above;

Then fhall we tune our golden harps,
And ev'ry note be love.

HYMN 61.

LIGHT IN DARKNESS.

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Y GOD, the fpring of all my joys,
The life of my delights;

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights!

2 In darkest fhades if thou appear,
My dawning is begun!

Thou art my foul's bright morning-star,
And thou my rifing fun.

3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine
With beams of facred blifs,
When JESUS fhews his mercy's mine,
And whispers, I AM HIS.

4 My foul cou'd leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the fhining way
To meet and praise my LORD.

5 Fearlefs of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break thro' ev'ry foe;

The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Shail bear me conqu'ror through.

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