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When he defcends to act

A Mediator's part:

He is a Friend,

And Brother too;
Divinely kind,

Divinely true.

7. At length the LORD, the Judge
His aweful throne afcends;
And drives the rebels far
From favourites and friends:
Then fhall the faints
Compleatly prove
The heights and depths
Of all his love.

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CCCLXXXIV. Chrift's Compaffion to the weak and tempted.

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7ITH joy we meditate the grace Of our high-priest above;

His heart is made of tendernefs,

His bowels melt with love.

2. Touch'd with a fympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what fore temptations mean;
For he has felt the fame.

3. But fpotlefs, innocent and pure
The great Redeemer stood;
While Satan's fi'ry darts he bore,
And did refift to blood.

4. He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Pour'd out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh

What every member bears.

[5. He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, But raife it to a flame;

The bruifed reed He never breaks,

Nor fcorns the meaneft name.]

6. Then let our humble faith addrefs
His mercy and his power!
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the diftreffing hour.

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CCCLXXXV. Farewel to the World 75.

WORLD

X7ORLD adieu, thou real cheat! have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes and falfe alarms: 2. Vain thy entertaining fights, Falfe thy promifes renew'd, All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: 3. Farewel honor's empty pride! Thy own nice, uncertain guft; If the leaft mifchance betide, Lays Thee lower than the duft: 4. Foolish Vanity, farewel,

More inconftant than the wave!
Where thy foothing fancies dwell,
Pureft tempers they deprave:

5. Never fhall my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys;
Since in GoD alone I find
Solid and fubftantial joys.

6. LORD, how happy is a heart,
After thee while it afpires!
True and faithful as thou art,
Thou shalt answer its Defires.

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CCCLXXXVII.

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The Advantages of early
Religion.

E happy youth whofe early years
Receive inftruction well ;
Who hate the finner's path, and fear
The path that leads to hell.

2. When we devote our youth to GOD,
"Tis pleafing in his eyes;

A flow'r, when offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain facrifice.

3. 'Tis eafier work if we begin

To fear the LORD betimes;
While finners that grow old in fin
Are harden'd in their crimes.

4. "Twill fave us from a thousand fnares,
To mind religion young;
Grace will preferve our foll wing years,
And make our virtue ftrong.

CCCLXXXVIII. The Triumph of Faith. 8--65.

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The name all-victorious
Of JESUS extol;
His kingdom is glorious,
And rules over all.

2. The waves of the fea
Have lift up their voice,
Sore troubled that we
In JESUS rejoice :
The floods they are roaring,
But JESUS is here
While we are adoring,
He always is near.

3. Men, Devils engage,
The billows arife,
And horribly rage,
And threaten the fkies
Their fury fhall never
Our stedfastness shock,
The weakeft believer
Is built on a rock.
4. GOD ruleth on high
Almighty to fave;
And ftill He is nigh,
His prefence we have.
The great congregation
His triumph fhall fing,
Afcribing falvation.
To JESUS Our KING.
Salvation to GOD,
Who fits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud,
And honor the SON!
Our JESUS's praifes
The angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces,
And worship the Lamb.

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2. Pursue the pleafures you defign,

And chear your hearts with fongs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth; but know
There is a day of judgment too!

3. GOD from on high beholds your thoughts,
His book records your fecret faults;
The works of darkness ye have done,
Muft all appear before the fun.

4. The vengeance to your follies due,
Should ftrike your hearts with terror thro'
How will ye ftand before his face,
Or anfwer for his injur'd grace?

5. Almighty GoD, turn off their eyes
From thefe alluring vanities;

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2.

And let the thunder of thy word Awake their fouls to fear the LORD.

CCCXCI. Temptation.

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E tempted fouls reflect
Whofe name 'tis ye profefs;
Your mafter's lot ye must expect,
Temptations more or less.

Dream not of faith fo clear,
As fhuts all doubtings out;

Re nember how the Dev'l could dare
To tempt ev'n CHRIST to doubt.
"If thou'rt the son of God,

(O what an IF was there!)

"Thofe ftones here fpeak them into food "And make that fonship clear."

View that amazing scene!
Say could the tempter try

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Our

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Our captain stood the fiery teft, And we fhall ftand thro' Him. § CCCXCII. The Creator praised. 2-8 and 6 twice.

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E works of God, on Him alone,
In earth his footstool, hean his throne,
Be all your praise bestow'd;
Whofe hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whofe eye the finish'd work furvey'd,
And faw that all was good.

2. Ye angels, that with loud acclaim,
Admiring view'd the new-born frame,

And hail'd th' eternal king;
Again proclaim your maker's praife,
Again your thankful voices raise,
And facred anthems fing.

3. Ye fons of men, His praife difplay,
Who ftamp'd His image on your clay,
And gave it power to move;
Ye that in Chriftian confines dwell,
From age to age fucceffive tell

The wonders of his love.

4. And ye, your thankful voices join,
That oft at Salem's facred fhrine

Before His altars kneel;
Where thron'd in Majefty He dwells,
And from the myftic cloud reveals
The dictates of his will.

5. Ye fpirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the blefs'd abode,

To heav'nly manfions foar'd; O let your fongs His praise display, "Till heav'n itself shall melt away,

And time fhall be no more.

6 Praise Him, ye meek and humble train, Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain The boundless bliss to share;

O praise Him 'till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,
And reign for ever there.

§ CCCXCIII. Dialogue of Angels and Mon.

1. A.

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E worms of earth our God admire,
The God of Angels praise :
M. Praise him for us ye angels choir,
The earth-born fons of grace.

2. A. His image view, in us difplay'd
His nobler creatures view:

M. Lower than you our fouls he made
But He redeem'd them too.

3. A. As gods we did in glory fhine,
Before the world began :

M. Our nature too becomes divine,
And God himself is man.

4. A. He cloath'd us in these robes of light, The fhadow of his Son:

M. We with transcendent glory bright
Have CHRIST himself put on.

5. A. Spirits like Him he made us be,
A pure ætherial flame :

M. Join'd to the LORD, one fpirit we
With JESUS are the fame.

6. A. We see Him on his dazzling throne,
Crowns He to us imparts:

M. To us the king of kings comes down,
And reigns within our hearts.

7. A. Pure as He did at first create,
We angels never fell:

M. He faves us in our lost estate,
And rescues man from hell.

8. A. When others finn'd, we faithful prov'd, His love preferv'd us true;

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AND M. Yet own that we are more belov'd,

He never dy'd for you.

9. A. Worms of the earth, to you we own The nobler grace is giv'n:

Then praise with us the great Three-One, 'Till we all meet in heav'n.

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[6. Long may the King, our fov'reign, live,
To rule us by his word;
And all the honors we can give
Be offer'd to the LORD!]

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* CCCXCV. God the Creator.

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ION thy great Creator praise;
Him the creation fings;

With his lov'd name rocks, hills and feas
And heav'ns high palace rings.

2. His hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
Ting'd with a blue of heav'nly dye,
And ftarr'd with sparkling gold.
3. His glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing fight
Through skies and feas, and folid ground,
With terror and delight.

4. Infinite strength and equal skill

Shine through the worlds abroad;
Our fouls with vaft amazement fill
And speak the builder God.

5. But ftill the wonders of his grace

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Our fofter paffions move;

Pity divine in Jefu's face

We fee, adore and love.

HYMNS

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