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Our drooping Spirits now revive,

With all thy quick’ning Grace : Speak now the gracious Word, O God,

'Tis finish’d, go in Peace.

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COME, let us adore

The Lord's gracious Hand, (Our great GOVERNOR )

Who gave a Command And Charge to his Angels

To watch round our Bed, - To guard us from Evils,

From Dangers and Dread. Our Shepherd alone

The Lord let us bless, Who reigns on the Throne

The Prince of our Peace ; Who evermore faves us

By shedding his Blood; All hail, holy Jesus,

Our Lord and our God. We daily will sing

Thy Merits, thy Praise, Thou merciful Spring

Of Pity and Grace :
Thy Kindnefs for ever

To Men we will tell;
And say, our dear Saviour.

Redeems us from Hell.

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O my Lord, what shall I render

To thy Name, . Still the same, Gracious, good, and tender ?

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Thou my Rock, my Guard, and Tower,

Safely keep,

While I seep,
Me with all thy Power.

So, whene'er in Death I flumber,

Let me rise

With the Wife, Counted in their Number.

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T ORD! what a wretched Land is this

L That yields us no supply;
No chearing Fruits, no wholesome Trees,

Nor streams of living Joy.
Yet the dear Path to thine Abode,

Lies thro’ this horrid Land,
Lord ! may we keep that heav'nly Road,

And run at thy Command.
Long Nights and Darkness dwell below,

With scarce a twinkling Ray;
But the bright World to which we go,

Is everlasting Day.
Our Journey is a thorny Maze,

May we march upward still,
Forget the troubles of the Ways,

And reach at Zion's Hill,


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DEHOLD, the Morning Sun

D Begins his glorious Way,
His Beams thro' all the Nations run,

And Life and Light convey. . But where the Gospel comes,

It spreads diviner Light,
It calls dead Sinners from their Tombs,

And gives the Blind their Sight.

Within thy Churches, Lord,

We long to find our Place: Thy Power and Glory to behold,

And feel thy quick’ning Grace.

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. We'd hear thy Word with love,

And now would fain obey, Send thy good Spirit from above,

To guide us, left we stray.
Our gracious God, how plain

Are thy Directions giv’n !
O may we never hear in vain,

But find the Path to Heav'n.

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CHINE, mighty God, on Britain, shine, o With Beams of heav'nly Grace; Reveal thy Power through all our Coafts,

And thew thy smiling Face.
When shall thy Name, from Shore to Shore,

Sound all the Earth abroad,
And diftant Nations know and love

Their Saviour and their God?
Sing to the Lord, ye diftant Lands,

Sing loud with solemn Voice,
While British Tongues Exalt his Praise,

And British Hearts rejoice.
He, the great Lord, the sov’reign Judge,

That fits enthron’d above;
Wisely commands the Worlds he made,
In Justice and in Love.


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