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FOR a thousand Tongues to Sing,
Our dear Redeemer's Praise,

The Glories of our God and King,
The Triumph of his Grace.

Our gracious Mafter and our God,
Affift us to proclaim,

To fpread thro' all the Earth abroad,
The Honours of thy Name.

Jefus, the Name that charms our Fears,
That bids our Sorrows ceafe,
'Tis Mufic in the Sinners Ears,

'Tis Life and Health and Peace. :

He breaks the Pow'r of cancell'd Sin,
He fets the Prifoner free,

His Blood can make the fouleft clean,
May it atone for me.

He speaks, and lift'ning to his Voice,
New Life the Dead receive, .

The Mournful broken Hearts rejoice;
Defiring Souls believe.

Look unto him

Your God, ye

ye Nations ; own

fallen race,

Look and be fav'd through Faith alone,

Be juftified by Grace.

HYMN.

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OW Bleft are they whofe Sins are hid
From Condemnation they are freed,
They walk in conftant Love and Joy,
And Hymns of Praise their Lips Employ:
May we thofe happy Perfons be,
And have eternal Life in thee,
Obtain Salvation thro' thy Name,
And glory only in the Lamb.

Not only, Lord, our Guilt remove,
But fill our Hearts with holy Love,
The fullness of thy Power difplay,
And take our bofom Sins away:
Our Hearts, alas! are ftill unclean,
Lord, may we daily die to Sin,
Let fresh fupplies of Grace be giv'n,
'Till we are pure and ripe for Heav'n.

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HEE, let us tafte in all our Food,
And relish thy free Grace,

Always confefs that thou art good,

And always fing thy Praise :

Jefu, thou art the living Bread,

That Bread which came from Heav'n,

For us thy precious Blood was fhed,
For us thy Life was giv'n.

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Man doth not live by Bread alone,
But by thy Promife, Lord;
Now fend an heav'nly Morfel down,
And feed us with thy Word:
Daily afford us fresh fupplies
Of Manna, from above,
'Till we to Life Eternal rife,
And tafte thy perfect Love.

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OW prepare your Hearts to Sing,
Glory to our God and King;

Now a fhout of Triumph raise,
Fill the Heav'ns with Jefu's Praise.

Hallelujah to the Lamb,

All aloud his Love proclaim,
He for Sinners freely Dy'd!
Was for Sinners Crucify'd!

Now may Doubts and Fears be o'er,
We diftruft his Grace no more;
Full affurance may we prove,
Settled in the Saviour's Love.

In our Jefu's Arms fecure,
To the end may we endure,
Join with us, ye Angels, join,
Praise his Name in Hymns Divine.

Earth below, and Heav'ns above,
Wonder at his boundless Love;
All admire his Grace and Pow'r,
Blefs the Lord for evermore.

HYMN

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Christ appearing to his Church.

Solomon's Song, Chap. ii.

HE Voice of my beloved Sounds
Over the Rocks and rifing Grounds,
O'er Hills of Guilt, and Seas of Grief
He leaps, he flies to our Relief.

Gently he draws my Heart along,
Both with his Beauties and his Tongue,
Rife, faith my Lord, make Hafte away,
No mortal Joys are worth thy stay.

The Jewish Wint'ry State is gone,
The Mifts are fled, the Spring comes on;
The facred Turtle-Dove we hear

Proclaim the new, the joyful Year.

O when we hear our Jefus fay
Rife up my Love, make Hafte away,
Our Hearts would fain out-fly the Wind,
And leave all earthly Love behind.

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ORD, we confefs our num'rous Faults,
How great our Guilt has been,

Foolish and vain were all our Thoughts,

And all our Lives were Sin.

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But, O our Souls, for ever Praise,
For ever love his Name;

Who turns our Feet from dang'rous Ways,
Of Folly, Sin, and Shame.

'Tis not by Works of Righteousness,
Which our own Hands have done ;
But we are fav'd by fov'reign Grace,
Abounding thro' his Son.

'Tis thro' the purchase of his Death,
Who hung upon the Tree;
The Spirit is fent down to breathe
On fuch dry Bones as we.

Rais'd from the Dead we live a-new,
And juftify'd by Grace,
We fhall appear in Glory too,
And see our Father's Face,

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REAT King of Glory, and of Grace,
We own with humble Shame,

How Vile is our degen'rate Race!
And our firft Father's Name.

We live enftrang'd afar from God,
And love the diftance well,

With hafte we run the dang'rous Road
That leads to Death and Hell.

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