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Thou doft conduct thy People
Thro' Torrents of-Temptation,
Nor will we fear,

Whilft thou art near,

The Fire of Tribulation.
The World with Sin and Satan
In vain our March opposes;
By thee we fhall

Break thro' them all,
And fing the Song of Moses.

HY M N XX.

Leffed are the Sons of God,

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They are bought with Chrift's own Blood, They are ranfom'd from the Grave,

Life eternal they shall have.

God did love them in his Son,

Long before the World begun ;
They the Seal of this receive

When on Jefus they believe.

They are juftify'd by Grace,
They enjoy a folid Peace;

All their Sins are wash'd away,

They shall stand in God's great Day.

They alone are truly bleft,

Heirs of God, Joint Heirs with Chrift;
With them number'd may we be,
Here and in Eternity!

HYMN

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HYMN XXI.

2 Cor. i. 5.

OME on my Partners in Distress,
My Comrades thro' this Wilderness,
Who ftill your Bodies feel:

A while forget your Griefs and Fears,
And look beyond the vale of tears,
To that celeftial Hill.

See where the Lamb in Glory stands,
Incircled with his radiant Bands,
And join th'angelick Powers:
For all that height of glorious Blifs,
Our everlasting Portion is,

And all that Heaven is ours.

Who fuffer for our Mafter here,
We shall before his Face appear,
And by his Side fit down;
To patient Faith the Prize is fure,
And those that to the end endure

The Cross, fhall wear the Crown.

Thrice bleffed blifs, infpiring Hope,
It lifts the fainting Spirits up,
It brings to Life the Dead;
Our Conflicts here fhall foon be paft,
And you and I afcend at laft,
Triumphant with our Head.

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IN Jefu's Name our Souls we bow,
We meet in Jefu's Name,
Come, Holy Ghoft, within us now,
Kindle the heav'nly Flame:
Come with the Joy the Angels know,
In realms of Blifs above,

O come, and all our Hearts prepare
To keep the Feast of Love.

Come, holy, holy, holy Lord,

From Heav'n, thy lofty Throne,
Come thou united myftick Three,
And join us all in One ;

Pour out thy Bleffings on our Souls,
Come thou anointing Dove !
Come, and the Oyl of Gladness shed,
And we fhall Feaft in Love.

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HAT Tongue can fully tell,
That Chriftians grievous Load,

Who would do all Thing well,
And walk the Ways of God ?
But feels within,

Foul Envy lurk,

And Luft and Work,

Engendring Sin.

Poor,

Poor, wretched, worthlefs Worm,
In what fad Plight I ftand,
When Good I would perform,
Then Evil is at Hand:
My leprous Soul

Is all unclean!
My Heart obfcene,
My Nature foul.

Thou all-fufficient Lamb,
God bleft for evermore,
We glory in thy Name,

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For thine is all the Pow'r :
Stretch forth thy Hand,
And hold us faft,
Our Firft and Laft,
In thee we ftand.

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EE, my Soul, thy Saviour Dying

On the Tree,

To fave thee,

On his Cross relying.

How does he in Torture languish!

There he Hangs,

Full of Pangs,

To relieve thy Anguish.

Was thy Lord fo lately bleeding,

He fits down,

On a Throne,

Ever interceding.

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He makes ceafelefs Supplication
For his Race,

For more Grace,

Pardon and Salvation.

When thou art in Want or Danger,
Don't repine,

Chrift is thine,

He lay in a Manger.

Art thou try'd with fierce Temptation,
Scorn to Fear,

Chrift is near,

He is thy Salvation.

Art thou funk in Fear and Doubting,

By each fhake,

Thou shalt take Deeper, deeper rooting.

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Hildren of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey fweetly fing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy Praise,
Glorious in his Works and Ways!

We are trav'ling Home to God,
In the Way the Fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their Happiness fhall fee.

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