TNCHANGEABLE, almighty Lord
Upriting from the darkiome tomb
AIN delufive world, adieu

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Very meet and right it is
WE all the finners path have trod
Weary fouls, who wander wide

We afk no more the dreadfull law
We give immortal praise

We know, by faith we know

We fing to Thee, thou Son of God
What diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin
What equal honors fhall we bring
What fullness of rapture is there
What have, thy fervants, Lord, to fear
What joy fhall abound

What fhall I do, my God to love
What shall we render unto Thee
What finners value, I refign

What tho' my frail eye-lids refuse
What tho' our inbred fins require

When all the fecrets of my heart
When, daily, more and more I fee
When darkness long has veil'd my mind

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When faith.prefents the Savior's death
When I by faith my Maker fee

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Where is the holy, heav'n-born Child
Wherewith, O Lord, fhall I draw near
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why fhou'd I doubt his love at last
Why fhould the children of the King

With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the grace

YE heavens, rejoice

Ye pris'ners of hope

Ye fervants of God

Ye that pafs by, behold the Man
Ye virgin fouls, arife

ZION's a garden wall'd around

William Martin Conley,

N 28 Iloth fair

West fonith field

Sep.25,

1776.