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Shepherd divine, our wants relieve,
Shepherds rejoice! lift up your eyes

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Since we are call'd to part

Since Jesus freely did appear.

Sinners, turn, why will ye die,

Sinners, obey the gospel word,

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Tell us,

Sinners, will you scorn the message
Sing ye redeemed of the Lord
Soldiers of Christ, arise

Stop, poor sinners, stop and think

women, we would know

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The God of Abra'm praise

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Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love
Thou judge of quick and dead

To thy great name, O Prince of Peace,
Try us, O God, and search the ground
'Twas on that dark, that solemn night

'Twas the voice of my Jesus that spake

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Vain delusive world, adieu
Vital spark of heav'nly flame

Wearied by day with toils and cares
Welcome, ye well beloved of God
What mean these jealousies and fears
What joy, while thus I view the day
What various hindrances we meet
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
When to his Father's fond embrace

When verdure clothes the fertile vale
When spring displays her various sweets

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When rising from the bed of death
When Hannah, press'd with grief

When all the mercies, of my God

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While God on Zion smiles in love

While justice waves her vengeful hand

While o'er our guilty land, O Lord

When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When Syria's leprous chief

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While shepherds watch their flocks by night

Whither goest thou, Pilgrim Stranger
Who's this that on the tempest rides
Who, from the gloomy shades of night
With heav'nly pow'r. O Lord, defend
Write to Sardis, saith the Lord

Ye neighbors, and friends. to Jesus draw near

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Hymn CCLXXXIV. Common Metre.[*]

Devotion.

HILST thee I feek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wifhes ftill'd;

WH

And may this confecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd..

2 Thy love the power of thought beftow'd,
To thee my thoughts would foar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I fee!

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Each bleffing to my foul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,

My heart fhall find delight in praise,

Or feek relief in prayer.

When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts fhall fill:
Refign'd, when storms of forrow lower,
My foul fhall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring ftorm shall fee ;
My ftedfaft heart fhall know no fear,
That heart will reft on thee !

Hymn CCLXXXV. Long Metre. [* or b]

REANIMATION.

A HYMN for the HUMANE SOCIETY.

HO, from the gloomy fhades of night,
When the laft tear of hope is fhed,

WH

Can bid the foul return to light,

And break the flumber of the dead?

2 No human skill that heart can warm,
Which the cold blast of nature froze';
Recal to life the perish'd form;
The fecret of the grave disclose.

3 But thou, our faving God, we know,
Canft arm the mortal hand with power
To bid the ftagnant pulfes flow,
The animating heat restore.

4 Thy will, ere nature's tutor❜d hand
Could with young life, thefe limbs unfold;
Did the imprifon'd brain expand,

And all its countlefs fibres told.

5 As from the duft, thy forming breath
Could the unconscious being raise ;
So can the filent voice of death
Wake at thy call, in fongs of praise.

6 Since twice to die is ours alone,
And trvice the birth of life to fee;
O let us, fuppliant at thy throne,
Devote our fecond life to thee.

Mrs. MORTON.

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THE PILGRIM'S FAREWELL.
Farewell, dear friends f. must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on
Till I a better world do view.
I'll march to Canaan's land,

I'll land on Canaan's shore;
Where pleasures never end,

Where troubles come no more
Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends farewell,

Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss,
I leave you here and travel on,"
Till I arrive where Jesus is.
I'll march, &c.

Farewell, poor careless sinners too,
It grieves my heart to leave you here;
Eternal vengeance waits for you ;
O turn, and find salvation near.
I'll march, &c.
O turn, &c.

PILGRIM'S HOME.

'Midst sce..es of affliction, with sorrow oppress'd;
How often I've sighed for the season of rest;
When no more in this wilderness world I shall roam,
But find in the bosom of Jesus a home!

Home,-home,-Sweet,-sweet

home; But find in the bosom of Jesus a home!

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No spot on this earth can give permanent bliss ;
No home for the stranger and Pilgrim is this,-
But beyond the bright azure of star-spangled dome,
In the bosom of Jesus we there find a home !

Home, &c.

This hope cheers the prospect that's gloomy and drear, And points to the heaven of rest that is near:

There, there, in sweet fields of delight we shall roam, And find in the bosom of Jesus a home!