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HY MN CLXXXVII.
Adoption. DEHOLD what wond'rous Grace
D The Father has bestow'd On Sinners of a mortal Race,
To call them Sons of God! ;
Nor doth it yet appear,
How great they will be made;
Saints shall be like their Head,
May Trials well endure;
As Christ the Lord is pure.
We share a filial Part,
To reft upon each Heart.
Like Slaves before thy Throne,
And thou the Kindred own.
HY MN CLXXXVIII. N OW to the Lord, a noble Song,
N Awake, my Soul, awake my Tongue, Hosanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundless Love proclaim!
Oh that we all may reach the Place,
Lord, we bless thee for thy Grace
H Y M N CXCI.
The Compaffion of Jesus,
U Oh that our feeble Lips would move,