2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counfel and his care;

Preferves us fafe from fin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He fhall prefent his faints,
Unblemish'd and compleat;
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chofen feed,

Shall meet around his throne;
Shall blefs the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

5 To our redeeming God,

Wifdom and pow'r belongs;
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting fongs.

HYMN 62.AMESBURY,

I NOME let us a-new,

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Cour journey purfue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand ftill till our Mafter appear.
His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfil;

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.

2 Our life is a dream,
Our time, as a stream
Glides fwiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone;

The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

3 O that each in the day,
Of his coming may fay,

"I have fought my way thro',

" I have finish'd the work thou did't give me to do!" O that each from the Lord

May receive the glad word:
"Well and faithfully done;

Enter into my joy, and fit down on my

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throne."

HYMN 63.SHELDON.
APPY the heart, where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast!
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear :

Our stubborn fins will fight and reign,
If love be abfent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our chearful feet
In fwift obedience move:

The devils know and tremble too-
But fatan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and fings,
When faith and hope fhall cease:
"Tis this fhall ftrike our joyful strings
In the fweet realms of bliss.

When join'd to that harmonious throng,
That fills the choirs above:

Then fhall we tune our golden harps,
And every note be love.

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HYMN 64. HAL TO NASI ITHER ye poor, ye fick, ye blind, A fin diforder'd trembling throng," To you the gofpel calls,

To you Meffiah's bleffings all belongs.

2 Reafon's and Virtue's boafting fons Derive no bleffing from his tree; For finners only Jefus dy'd,

Then fure I hear he dy'd for me.

3 'Twas with our grief Meffiah groan'd, 'Twas with our guilt his foul was try'd; Our punishment he took, he bore, And finners liv'd when Jefus dy’d. 4 Awake each heart, arife each foul

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And join the blissful choirs above; May nothing tune our future fongs,

But heavenly wisdom, heavenly love.

HYMN 65-BENNINGTON.
AIL! thou once-defpifed Jefus !

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Hail! thou Galilean King!

Who didft fuffer to releafe us,

Who didft free falvation bring!

Hail! thou glorious God and Saviour,
Thou haft borne our fin and shame,
Thro' whofe merit we find favour;
Life is given thro' thy name!

2 Jefus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide !

All the heav'nly hofts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's fide:

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There for finners thou art pleading,
Spare them yet another year;
There for faints art interceding,
'Till in glory they appear.

3 Worship, honour, power, and bleffing,
Christ is worthy to receive,
Loudeft praises without ceafing,
Meet it is for us to give:
Help ye bright angelic fpirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,
Help to fing our Jefu's merits,
Help to chaunt Immanuel's praise.

HYMN 66. LEINSTER.

! every one that thirfts draw nigh, 'Tis God invites the fallen race;

Mercy and free falvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gofpel grace! Come, to the living waters, come, Sinners, obey your Maker's call! Return ye weary wand'rers home, And find my grace reach'd out to all.

2 See! from the rock a fountain rife,

For you in healing ftreams it rolls; Money ye need not bring nor price,

Ye lab'ring, weary, fin-fick fouls : Nothing ye in exchange fhall give, Leave all you have and are behind; Frankly the gift of God receive,

Pardon and peace in Jefus find,

HYMN 69.

BATH.

EAR object of our ftrong defire,

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How long protracted is thy day; When bursting forth in vivid fire, Thy teeming glories thou'lt display: With various ills encompafs'd round, Maintaining still difputed grounds; Lo! patience waits a filent maid, By hope in azure robe array'd."

2 She waits for fure not diftant far,

The day that all our mis'ry heals
Me thinks I hear thy rattling car,

The thunder or thy burning wheels:

The trumpets founds! the dead arife! 15 Jefus triumphant thro' the skies, Defcends his kingdom to maintain, And pour the glories of his reign.

HYMN 68.

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WORCESTER.

N this world of fin and forrow,
Compafs'd round with many a care,

From eternity we borrow,

Hope that can exclude dispair:
Thee, triumphant God and Saviour !
In the glass of faith we fee;
O! affift each faint endeavour;

Raife our earth-born fouls to thee.

2 Place that aweful fcene before us
Of the laft tremendous day,
When to life thou wilt reftore us,
Ling'ring ages hafte away cobe