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W ITH chearful Voice I fing,
W The titles of my Lord,
Nature and Art,
Shining for ever bright,
Th' eternal God's
Partakes the Throne,
He is a Friend
Divinely true. ci solo on
Then shall the Saints, verdad y
At the Baptism of an Infant, Today we offer thee O Lamb,
1 Present to thee to day This Infant, mark him with thy Name,
And walh his Sins away. :
HY M N CXLVII. DEATH! 'tis a melancholy Day,
To those that have no God,
To seek her last abodeo
That promis'd Heaven to me,
Where happy Spirits be.
Then come the joyful day; d.
And bear my Soul away.
In full Triumph, see them marching
Thro' the Gates of massy Light,
How ftupendous, &c.
HY MN CXLIX. .:
Praise to the Trinity... Lindi
The God of Truth and Grace ;
All in one Thanksgiving join. Holy, Holy, Holy Lord, 9
Eternal Praise is thine. A bab Father, God thy Love we Praise,
Which gave thy Son to die. Jesus full of Truth and Grace,
Alone we glorify; Spirit, comforter Divine,
Praise by all to thee be given, 'Till we in full Chorus join,
And Earth is turn'd to Heav'n.