Thy tuneful praifes, rais'd on high,
Shall check the murmur and the figh.
III.

When death o'er nature fhall prevail,
And all its pow'rs of language fail,
Joy thro' my fwimming eyes fhall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

IV.

But oh! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more,
With what glad accents fhall I rife,
To join the music of the skies!

V.

Soon fhall, I learn the exalted strains,
Which echo thro' the heav'nly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing feraphs round thy throne.
VI.

The chearful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathlefs foul can live;
A work fo fweet, a theme fo high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

HYMN

HYMN XLII. Common Metre.

The peculiar Goodness of GOD to the Righteous.

I.

ITH pleafing wonder, LORD, we view
The bounties of thy grace;

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How much beftow'd, how much referv'd,
For those who seek thy face.
II.

Thy lib'ral hand with worldly blifs
Öft makes their cup run o'er;
And in the cov❜nant of thy love
They find diviner store.

III.

Thy mercy hides their num'rous fins,
And forms them for the fky;

It crowns their lives with present joys,
And lifts their hopes on high.

IV.

For them rich treafures, yet unknown,
Are ftor'd in worlds to come;
Peaceful and pleasant is their way,
And happy is their home.

V.

What equal tribute can we pay?
Or how fuch goodness own?

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But 'tis our joy that, LORD, to thee
Thy fervants hearts are known.
VI.

Since time's too fhort, O gracious GOD,
To utter all thy praife,
Loud to the honour of thy name
Eternal hymns we'll raise.

HYMN XLIII. As 30th Hymn.

Praife to GOD by all Mankind.

I.

COME all ye fons of Adam and raife A fongunto God: how lovely his praise Adore him, who reigns in his glory above, And fills the wide earth with his tokens of lovel

II.

His breath is your life, your reason a ray Effus'd from his light to guide all your way He heals your diseases, your wants he fupplies And wipes away tears from the penitent's eye

III.

Dafh down your falfe Gods of filver and fton Him worship who made earth & heaven alon His prophet, his fon, his falvation receive Flee, flee from perdition, obey him and liv

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IV.

O Father of men, in mercy command
Thy gospel to fhine on all human land;
That far as the fun e'er diffuses his flame,
Thy praises may rife in Meffiah's great name.

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HYMN XLIV. Long Metre.

The conftant Providence of GOD.

I.

TERNAL fource of ev'ry joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear;

Thy goodness crowns the circling year.
II.

Wide as the earth and planets roll,
Thy hand fupports and cheers the whole:
By thee the fun is taught to rife,

And darkness when to veil the fkies.

III.

The flow'ry fpring at thy command,
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The fummer-rays with vigour fhine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

IV.

Seafons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand fucceffive hymns of praise:
Still be the chearful homage paid,
With morning light and ev'ning fhade,

V.

O may our more harmonious tongues,
In worlds unknown pursue the songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

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HYMN XLV. Long Metre.

GOD exalted far above Men.

I.

HALL the low race of flesh and blood Contend with their Creator, God? Shall mortal worms prefume to be More holy, wife, or juft, than he?

II.

Behold, he puts his truft in none
Of all the spirits round his throne;
Their natures, when compar'd with his,
Are neither holy, juft, nor wife.

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