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Into thy Temple, Lord, we come,

To hear what thou shalt fay;
O do not send us empty Home,

Left we faint by the Way.
How happy 'tis, when Men agree,

And join with one Accord,
In bands of Truth and Unity,

To love and praise the Lord.

Remove whate'er our Souls may part

From thee, and thy dear Son ;
In close Communion join each Heart,

And melt us into one. 31
Thy Tabernacles here below 11

Resemble Heav'n above, P
Where living streams of Pleasure flow,
And Rivers full of Love. Jeg

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The fame.

LORD, how awful is the Place,

Where thou art pleas'd to fhew thy Face, And manifest thy Love: How we rejoice when thou art near, Qur folemn Meetings then appear A type of Heaven above..


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D YING Friend of Sinners hear us,

Humbly, at thy Cross we lie,
In thine Ordinance be near us,
Now the Ungodly justify :
Let thy Bowels of Compallion,
To thy ransom'd Creatures move,
Shew us. all thy great Salvation,
God of Truth, and God of Love.

By thy meritorious Dying,
Save us from this Death of Sin,
By, thy precious Blood's applying,
Make our inmost Nature clean;
By thy Spirit Circumcise us,
Kindle in our Hearts a Flame,
By thy Baptism baptize us,
Into, all thy glorious Name.


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THE Voice of my beloved sounds,

| While o'er the mountain tops he bounds He flies exulting o'er the Hills, And all my Soul with tranfport fills, Gently doth he chide my Stay, Rife, my Love, and come away. The scatterd Clouds are Aed at last, The Rain is gone, the Winter's past, The lovely vernal Flow'rs appear, The feather'd Quires invite our Ears : Now with sweetly penfive Moan, Coes the Turtle-Dove alone.

The Voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds,
He fies exulting o'er the Hills,
And all my Soul with transport fills :
Gently doth he chide my Stay,
Rife, my Love, and come away.



Prayer for Salvation.

TESU S, shew us thy Salvation,

In thy Strength we strive with thee,
By thy myftic Incarnation,
By thy pure Nativity :
Arm us with thy self-denial,
Ev'ry tempted Soul defend,
Save us in the fiery Tryal,
Make us faithful to the End.
By thy dear blood-thedding heal us,
Cut us off from every Sin, .
By thy Circumcision seal us,
Write thy Law of Love within ;
Save us, thou our dear Redeemer,
Into all our Souls impart,
Thy divine and heav'nly Nature,
Form thyself within our Heart.

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JESU, full of pard'ning Grace,

More full of Grace, than I of Sin,, Yet once again I seek thy Face, Open thine Arms, and take me in, rii, And freely my Backdidings heal, And love the faithless Sinner ftill. ' 37.?. Thou know'st the Way to bring me back, My fallen Spirit to restore, O, for thy Truth and Mercy sake, Forgive, and bid me Sin no more; The ruins of my Soul repair, And make my Heart an House of Pray'r. Ah ! give me, Lord, the tender Heart, That trembles at th’approach of Sin, A godly Fear of Sin impart, Implant, and root it deep within, That I may dread thy gracious Pow'r, And never dare offend thee more.


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