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Our panting Spirits thirst, and cry,
Come holy Spirit, come,
Our Nature change and purify,
And fix in us thy Home:

Then will we publish and proclaim,
Thro' all the Earth abroad,
The Virtue of our Saviour's Name,
The Wonders of our God.

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OIN all to praise the Name
Of our all conqu'ring Lord,
Who did for us appear
According to his Word:

His Power and Strength
We now proclaim,
And blefs our great
Redeemer's Name.

Fly Seraph, take the Coal,
Which on the Altar lays,
And touch our Lips, that we
May join in heav'nly Praife:
Then will we found
Jehovah's Fame,

And blefs our great
Redeemer's Name.

In our Diftrefs we cry'd
Unto the Lord most high,

Jehovah

Jehovah heard our Pray❜rs,
And brought Deliv'rance nigh:
Therefore we'll spread
Abroad his Fame,
And triumph in

Our Conq'rors Name.

The Vict'ry thou haft gain'd,
The Glory fhall be thine,
O tune our Hearts to praife,
The God of Truth divine:
Thy glorious Arm
We now proclaim,
And fing Hofannas
To thy Name.

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CXXXIII.

ET Earth and Heav'n agree,
Angels and Men be join'd,

To celebrate with me,

The Saviour of Mankind;

T'adore the all-atoning Lamb,

And blefs the found of Jefu's Name.

Jefus tranfporting found,
The Joy of Earth and Heav'n,
No other Help is found,

No other Name is giv❜n,

By which we can Salvation have,
But Jefus came the World to Save.

Jefus harmonious Name,
It charms the Hoft above,

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They evermore proclaim,

And wonder at his Love: "Tis all their Happinefs to Gaze, 'Tis Heav'n to see our Jefu's Face.

His Name the Sinner hears,
And is from Sin set free,

'Tis Mufick in his Ears,
"Tis Life and Victory;

New Songs do now his Lips Employ,
And dances his glad Heart for Joy.

PRA

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CXXXIV.

SPRING.

RAISE ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise,
Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise,

His Nature and his Works invite,
To make this Duty our Delight.

Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who fpreads his Clouds around the Sky,
There he prepares the fruitful Rain,
Nor lets the Drops defcend in vain.

He form'd the Stars, thofe heav'nly Flames,
He counts their Numbers, calls their Names;
His Wifdom's vaft, and knows no bound,
A Deep, where all our Thoughts are drown'd.

He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn,
And Cloaths the fmiling Fields with Corn,
The Beafts with Food his Hands fupply,
And the young Ravens when they cry.

But

But Saints are lovely in his Sight,
He views his Children with Delight,
He fees their Hope, he knows their Fear,
And looks and loves his Image there.

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Love divine, how sweet thou art,
When shall we find our longing Hearts.
All taken up by thee?

Oh make me pant and thirst to prove
The Greatnefs of redeeming Love,
The Love of Chrift to me.

God only knows the Love of God;
O that it now were fhed abroad
In each poor ftony Heart!
For Love I'd figh, for Love I'd pine,
This only Portion, Lord, be mine,
Be mine this better Part!

O that we could for ever fit,
With Mary, at the Mafter's Feet,
Be this our happy Choice!
Our only Care, Delight, and Bliss,
Our Joy, our Heav'n on Earth, be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's Voice.

Thy only Love may we require,
Nothing on Earth beneath Defire,
Nothing in Heav'n above;
Let Earth and all its Trifles go,
Give us, O Lord, thy Love to know,
Give us thy precious Love..

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CXXXVI.

Commit thy Way unto the Lord. &c.

OME, my Soul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him Rev'rence;

Blefs him for his Blood and Name,
Sing his great Deliv'rance.

Why fhould Sorrow bow thee down,
Trials or Temptation ?

Is not Chrift upon the Throne,
Still thy ftrong Salvation.

Caft thy Burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Saviour;
He (whofe Hands for thee were bor❜d)
Can and will deliver.

Turn thee to thy Reft, my Soul,

Turn thee and discover

How he yet is merciful,

Turn thee to thy Lover.

Blufh that thou haft him forgot,
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him who thee bought,
'Till to him he takes thee.

Leave thy earthly Cares behind,
Mind alone thy Saviour;

Count thou all befide but Wind,
Trample on it ever.

HYMN

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