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2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill ;
Thou doft with finners bear,

That fav'd we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me,
To ev'ry foul abound:

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A vaft, unfathomable fea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
Its ftreams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore!

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are
A rock that cannot move :
A thousand promises declare
Thy conftancy of love!

6 Throughout the universe it reigns,
Unalterably fure;

And while the truth of God remains,
This goodness must endure.

HYMN CXXVI.

HAIL, happy day, a day of holy reft!

When faints affemble, and on dainties feast;
When all in fmiles the God of grace defcends,
Opens his flores, and entertains his friends.

2 Why, Lord, to man shouldft thou fuch favour

fhow,

Who fhunn'd thine arms, and fought thine overthrow?

Why but because thy tender bowels flow'd,
And matchless mercy is becoming God.

This made thee leave thy royal feat above,
And veil'd the God, to manifeft his love;

Made thee in form of fintul flesh appear, Thy creatures' rage, and Father's wrath to bear. AA vile and cruel death this made thee die;

Thy precious blood was fpilt my blifs to buy; Wrath to appeafe, my furious foes control, And from eternal ruin fave my foul. 5 Amazing ftoop of majesty divine! Here love doth in its utmost luftre shine; O let it raise efteem in mortals higher, And my whole foul with holy rapture fire. 6 What heart the pow'rful influence can withstand, Or who refuse to bow to Love's command ? I'm conquer'd, Lord, and willingly refign Myfelf to thee, to be for ever thine.

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With every idol now I'll freely part, And tear each rival paffion from my heart; I'll doom to death the fins lov'd before, Tho' once I pierc'd-I'll grieve my God no more. 8 Thus I refolve, but mine's a fickle heart;" To keep it firm, thy mighty aid impart; Breathe on my foul, and holy love infpire, Help to perform, then what thou wilt require.

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HYMN CXXVIL

LORD, in the strength of grace,

With a glad heart and free,
Myfelf, my refidue of days,

I confecrate to thee.

2 Thy ranfom'd fervant, I.

Reftore to thee thy own!:

And from this moment live or die

To ferve my God alone.

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HYMN CXXVII.

TELL me no more
Of this world's vain fiore,

The time for fuch trifles with me now is o'er
A country I've found
Where true joys abound,

To dwell I'm determin'd in that happy ground.

2 The fouls that believe
In paradife live,

And me in that number will Jefus receive:"
My foul, don't delay,

He calls thee away,

Rife, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day.

What light, ftrength, and comfort-go after him, go; Lo! onward I move

To a country above,

None guesses how wond'rous my journey will prove. Great fpoils I fhall win,

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From death, hell, and fin,

'Midft outward affictions fhall feel Chrift within: And when I'm to die,

Receive me, I'll cry,

For Jefus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why.

We two are fo join'd,

He'll not live in glory and leave me behind >
So this is the race

I'm running thro' grace,

Henceforth till admitted to fee my Lord's face.

6 And now I'm in care,

My neighbours may share

Thefe bloffings-to feek them will none of you dare?

In bondage, O why,

And death will you lie,

When one here affures you free grace is fo nigh?.

HYMN CXXIX.

1 AND muft this body die,

This well-wrought frame decay?
And muft thefe active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant fpirit comes
To put it on afresh.

3 God my Redeemer lives,

And ever from the skies
Looks down and watches o'er my duf
Till he fhall bid it rife.

4 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies fhine,
And ev'ry fhape and ev'ry face
Be heav'nly and divine.

5 Thefe lively hopes we owe,
Lord, to thy dying love;
O may we blefs thy grace below,
And fing thy grace above!
Saviour, accept the praise

Of thefe our humble fongs,
Till tunes of nobler founds we raile
With our immortal tongues.

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HYMN CXXX...

AR above yon glorious ceiling
Of the azure-vaulted fky,

Jefus fits, his love revealing
To the fplendid troops on high.

Hoft feraphic, humbly bowings
At his footitool proftrate fall;
Saints and angels all avowing

God in Christ their all in all.
2 Could we leave our foolish dreaming
Of a fancy'd heav'n below,
And fee Jefu's glory beaming,

How our fouls would long to go!
Earth by us would then be spurned,
All its vanities fubfide;
Fuel, fitting to be burned,

Are its honours, pleasure, pride.
3 From the general conflagration
We fhall to its refuge fly,
Clafp the hope of our falvation,
Live in Chrift, in Jefus die.
We in him our reft regaining,

All his blefledness thould prove;
O'er our foes victorious reigning,
Perfected in fpotless love.

4 We should for this day be waiting,
When the full reward is giv'n
When his glorious work completing,
Jefus takes his church to heav'n.
Pure from ev'ry ftain of nature,
Here in holiness to shine;
Modell'd like its great Creator,
All immortal, all divine.

HYMN CXXXI.

(SPOKEN EXTEMPORARY,)

1 Jesus! and fall it ever be,

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A mortal man afham'd of thee?

Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor, My foul fall fcorn it more and more.