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XXXH. A blessed Gofpel"

LEST are the fouls that hear and know
The gofpel's joyful found!

Peace fhall attend the path they go,
And light their steps furround.
2 Their joy fhall bear their fpirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name:
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor fatan dares condemn.

3 The LORD, our fafety and defence,
Strength and falvation gives:
Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy GOD for ever lives.

XXXIII. The fame.

COME, guilty fouls, and flee away,

Like doves, to JESUS' wounds;

This is the welcome gofpel day,
Wherein free grace abounds.

2 God lov'd the church, and gave his Son
To drink the cup. of wrath:
And JESUS fays, he'll caft out none
That come to him by faith.

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XXXIV. Thanksgiving for the LORD's Day. WEET is the work, my GoD and King, To praife thy name, give thanks, and fing To fhew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truths at night.

2 Sweet is the day of facred reft; Omay thy SPIRIT warm my breast! And all my foul in tune be found, Like David's harp of folemn found! 3 My heart fhall triumph in the LORD, And blefs his works, and blefs his word: Thy works of grace, how bright they fhine! How deep thy counfels! how divine! 4 When to thy glory I remove,

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My foul fhall all be life and love;
And ev'ry pow'r find fweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

XXXV. The fame.

THe calls the hours his own;
HIS is the day the LORD hath made,

Let Heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise furround the throne.

2 To day CHRIST rofe, and left the dead,
And fatan's empire fell;

To day the faints his triumphs fpread,
And of his wonders tell.

3 Hofanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O LORD; defcend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Bleft be the LORD who comes to men
With meffages of grace;

To ranfom, by his bitter pain,
And fave, the chofen race.

5 Hofanna, in the highest ftrains.
The church on earth can raife:
The highest Heav'ns, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.

XXXVI. The fure Foundation.
HRIST is the fure Foundation-ftone,
Which Gop in Zion lays,

To build our heav'nly hopes upon,
And his eternal praife.

2 Chofen of GoD, to finners dear,
And faints adore his name;
They reft their whole falvation here,
Nor fhall they fuffer fhame.

3 The Scribe, the Pharifee, and Prieft,
Reject him with difdain;

Yet on this Rock the church fhall reft,
And envy rage in vain.

4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood,
Yet muft this building rife;
'Tis thine own work, Almighty GOD,
And wond'rous in our eyes.

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XXXVII. Reftoring and Preferving Grace. i ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praife my Maker in my fong; Angels fhall hear the notes I raise, Approve the fong, and join the praife.

2 Angels, that make thy church their care, Shall witness my devotions there;

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While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the fkys.

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To Gon I cry'd, when troubles rofe;
He heard me, and fubdu'd my foes:
My rifing fears he did control,
And ftrength diffus'd through all
4 Amidst a thousand fnares I ftand,
Upheld and guarded by his hand:
His words my fainting foul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.

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5 Grace will complete what grace begins, To fave from forrows, and from fins; The work that Wifdom undertakes, Eternal Mercy ne'er forfakes.

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XXXVIII: GOD's Omniprefence.

IN all my vaft concerns with thee,

In vain my foul would try

To fhun thy prefence, LORD, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-pervading fight furveys
My rifing and my reft,

My public walks, my private ways,
The fecrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the LORD,
Before they're form'd within;

And, ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the fenfe I mean.

4 O wond'rous Knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lic,
Belet on ev'ry fide.

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So let thy grace furround me ftill,
And like a bulwark prove,

To guard my foul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by fov'reign love.

XXXIX. CHRIST our Strength.

FOR ever bleffed be the LORD,

My favior and my fhield;

Who fends his Spirit and his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When fin and hell their force unite,
He makes my foul his care;
Inftructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.

3 LORD, what is feeble, dying man,
Or any of his race,

That thou fhould'ft make it thy concern
To vifit him with grace?

4 A Friend and Helper fo divine

Does my weak courage raife;
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine,
And his fhall be the praife.

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