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When Chrift, with all his Graces crown'd,
Sheds his kind Beams abroad,

'Tis a young Heav'n on earthly Ground,
And Glory in the Bud.

But ah! how foon our Joys decay,
How foon our Sins arife,

And fnatch the heav'nly Scene away,
From these lamenting Eyes.

When fhall the time, dear Jefus, when,
The fhining Day appear;

That we fhall leave thofe Clouds of Sin,
And Guilt and Darkness here.

We would almost forfake our Clay,
Before the Summons come,
And pray and with our Souls away
To their eternal Home.

HYMN

CLXXXV.

A Funeral Thought,

HARK! from the Tomb a doleful founa,

Our Ears attend the Cry,

Ye living Men, come view the Ground,
Where you must shortly lie.

Princes, this Clay must be

your Bed,

In fpite of all your Tow'rs;

The Tall, the Wife, the Rev'rend Head,

Muft lie as low as Ours.

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Great God! is this our certain Doom?
And are we ftill fecure?

Still walking downward to the Tomb,
And yet prepare no more.

Grant us the Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace,
To fit our Souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying Flesh,
We'll rife above the Sky.

HYMN

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CLXXXVI.

Jefu's Love.

OW fhall we blefs the bleeding Lamb,
Or his amazing Kindness fhew,

Give equal Honours to his Name,

Or render him the Praises due:

Lo! God for Sinners Bleeds and Dies,
Our Maker is our Sacrifice.

Our Sins may reach to Heaven above,
And for Destruction cry aloud,
Yet Jefu's everlasting Love,

Is feal'd in Characters of Blood:
His Blood a full Difcharge procures,
His Love unchangeable endures.

Oh! for that World which yet remains,
That Land of Reft for Saints above,
There fhall we chant in nobler strains,
The mysteries of Jefu's Love:

His Love fhall then be all our Song,
While endless Ages pafs along.

HYMN

HYMN

CLXXXVII,

Adoption.

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EHOLD what wond'rous Grace
The Father has beftow'd

On Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God!

Nor doth it yet appear,

How great they will be made;
But when they fee their Saviour here,
Saints fhall be like their Head,

A Hope fo much divine,
May Trials well endure;

May purge their Souls from Senfe and Sin,
As Chrift the Lord is pure.

O Lord, if in thy Love
We share a filial Part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,

To reft upon each Heart.

Suffer us not to lie

Like Slaves before thy Throne, Let each now Abba, Father, cry, And thou the Kindred own.

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HYMN

CLXXXVIII.

OW to the Lord, a noble Song,
Awake, my Soul, awake my Tongue,

Hofanna to th' eternal Name,

And all his boundlets Love proclaim!

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See where it fhines in Jefu's Face,
The brighteft Image of his Grace;
God, in the Perfon of his Son,

Hath all his mightieft Works outdone.

Grace, 'tis a fweet, a charming Theme,
Exult, my Soul, at Jefu's Name!
Ye Angels, dwell upon the Sound!
Ye Heav'ns, reflect it to the Ground!

Oh that we all may reach the Place,
Where he unveils his lovely Face,
Where all his Beauties you behold,
And fing his Name to Harps of Gold !

HYMN

CLXXXIX.

For the Comforter, &c. John xiv. 16.

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O ME, thou dear Jefus and reveal,
And let the Promife now take Place,
Be it according to thy Will,
According to thy word of Grace:
Thy forrowful Difciples chear,
And fend us down the Comforter.

Haften him, Lord, into our Heart,
Our fure infeparable' Guide,
O might we meet and never part,
O might he in our Hearts abide,
And keep his Houfe of Praife and Pray'r,
And reft and reign for ever there.

HYMN

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The Paffion of Jesus.

EVER Love nor Sorrow was
Like that my Jefus fhew'd!
See him ftretch'd on yonder Cross,
And crush'd beneath our Lord!
Now difcern the Deity,

Now his heav'nly Birth declare,

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Faith cries out, 'Tis He! 'Tis He!
My God, that fuffers there.

Well may Heav'n be cloath'd with black,
And folemn Sackcloth wear,

Jefu's Agony partake,

The Hour of Darkness fhare :
Mourn th' aftonied Hoft above,

Silence faddens all the Skies,
Kindler of feraphic Love,
The God of Angels Dies.

Lord, we bless thee for thy Grace.
And Truth, which never fail,
Haft'ning to behold thy Face,
Without a dimming Veil :
We shall see our heav'nly King,
All thy glorious Love proclaim,
Help the Angel-Choir to fing
Our dear triumphant Lamb.

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