The tempeft, fire and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which GoD on Sinai spoke;

2. But we are come to Sion's hill,

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The city of our GoD; Where milder words declare His will, And spread His love abroad.

Behold th' innumerable hoft

Of angels cloath'd in light! Behold the fpirits of the juft, Whofe faith is turn'd to fight! 4 Behold the bleft affembly there,

Whofe names are writ in heav'n ; And Gop, the judge of all declares Their vileft fins forgiv'n!

5. The faints on earth, and all the dead But one communion make

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All join in CHRIST, their living head, And of His grace partake.

6. In fuch fociety as this,

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My weary foul would reft The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be forever bleft.

4. Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing flaves of death and fin
Now from blifs no longer rove,
Stop and tafte redeeming love!
5. Welcome all by fin opprefs'd,
Welcome to his facred reft;
Nothing brought Him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love!
6. He fubdu'd th' infernal pow'rs,
His tremendous foes and ours;
From their curfed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.

7. Hither then your Mufic bring,
Strike aloud each joyful ftring;
Mortals join the hofts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

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↑ CCXXXVI!!

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I CCXXXVIII. Love and Hatred.

N His sharp diftrefs, his fore complaints,

TOW by the bowels of my GoD,

By His laft groans, his dying blood,
I charge my foul to love the faints

2. Clamour, and wrath, and war, be gone; Envy and fpite for ever cease;

Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the faints the fons of peace. 3. The fpirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flies from the realms of noife and strife; Why should we vex and grieve His love, Who feals our fouls to heav'nly life? 4. Tender and kind be all our thoughts, Thro' all our lives let mercy run; So GOD forgives our num'rous faults, For the dear fake of CHRIST his fon.

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§ CCXL. Rifing to God.

YOW let our fouls on wings fublime Rife from the vanities of time; Draw back the parting veil, and fee. The glories of eternity!}

2 Born by a new celeftial birth,

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Why fhould we grovel here on earth?
Why grafp at tranfitory toys,

So near to heav'n's eternal joys?
Shall ought beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to GOD?
For frangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home!
4. Welcome fweet hour of full discharge,
That fets our longing fouls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our GoD to dwell!
5. To dwell with GoD, to feel His love,
Is the full heav'n enjoy'd above
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young o

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g dawn of heav'n below.

CCXLI. Old Simeon's Song.

OW let thy fervant die in peace, From this vain world difmift; I've feen thy great falvation, Lord, And haften to my rest.

2. Thy long expected grace, disclos'd
Before the people's view,

Hath prov'd thy love was conftant ftill,
And promifes were true.

3. This is the fun, whofe chearing ray
Thro' Gentile darkness spreads :
Pours glory round thy chofen race,
And bleflings on their heads.

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CCXLII. God's tender Care of his Church.
YOW fhall my inward joys arife,
And burst into a fong,
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

2. GOD on his thirsty Sion hill

Some mercy-drops has throw■;

And folemn oaths have bound His love

To fhow'r falvation down.

3. Why do we then indulge our fears,

Sufpicions, and complaints ?

Is He a GoD, and fhall His
Grow weary of his faints

grace

CCXLIV. Invitation.

ALL ye fimple fouls that fray
Far from the path of peace;

That very unfrequented way
To life and happiness.

2. How long will ve your folly love,
And throng the downward road
And hate the wisdom from above,
And mock the fons of God?

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of Chrift.

WOW to the LORD a noble fong! Awake my foul, awake my tongue; Hofanna to th' eternal name,

And all His boundless love proclaim!
a. See where it fhines in JEsu's face,
The brighteft image of His grace!
GOD, in the perfon of his Son,
Has all His mightiest works out-done.

The life we lead beneath;
And nothing great or good can fee
Or glorious in our death.

4. Pilgrims and penfive fojourners,

O'erwhelm'd with grief and woes, Perplex'd ye think with needlefs fears, And pleasure's mortal foes;

5. Yet confcience in the HOLY GHOST Can witness better things;

For He, whofe blood is all our boast,
Hath made us priefts and kings.
6 Riches, which are unfearchable,

In JEsu's love we know ;
And pleasures, fpringing from the well
Of life, our fouls o'erflow.

7. Angels, our guides to heav'nly blifs,
On all our steps attend;
And God himfelf our father is,
And JESUS is our Friend.

8. With Him e'er long we'll walk in white, And in his image fhine;

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Our robes all glitt'ring like the light, Our righteousness divine.

CCXLV. D. firing a good Heart.
FOR an heart to praife GOD,
An heart from fin fet free;
An heart that always feels thy blood
So freely pilt for me!

2. An heart refign'd, fubmiflive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne;
Where only CHRIST is heard to speak,
Where JESUS reigns alone!
3. An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing true and clean;

Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within! 4. An heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, And fill'd with love divine; Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, LORD, of Thine!

CCXLVI. Villory over Death. 1. FOR an overcoming faith, To chear my dying hours;

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CCXLVII. A Sight of Heaven in Sickness.

FT have I fat in fecret fighs,

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To feel my fleth decay
Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,
To view the tott'ring clay..

2. But I forbid my forrows now,

Nor dares the flesh complain;`
Difeafes bring their profit too;
The joy o'ercomes the pain.

3. My chearful foul now all the day
Sits waiting here, and fings,
Looks thro' the ruins of her clay,
And practifes her wings.

4. Faith almoft changes into fight,
While from afar fhe fpies
Her fair inheritance in light,
Above created fkies.

5. Had but the prifon-walls been strong, And firm, without a flaw;

In darkness fhe had dwelt too long,
And lefs of glory faw."

Thus may we CHRIST's difciples prove, Who came to manifeft Thy love.

+ CCXLIX. A Penitent begging Forgiveness.

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GOOD Lord, incline thine ear,
My complaint vouchsafe to hear
Sore diftreft with guilt am I,
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.
2. Wealth and honor I difdain,
Earthly comforts all are vain;
They can never fatisfy:
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.
3. LORD, deny me what thou wilt,
Only take away my guilt,
Mourning at thy feet I lie
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.
4 All unholy, all unclean,
Nothing am I else but fin;
I to Thee for mercy fly,
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.
5. Thou doft freely fave the loft,
In thy grace alone I trust;
Unto Thee lift up my cry,
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.
6. O my God, what shall lay?
Take, O take my fins away!
JESU's blood to me apply,
Give me CHRIST, or elfe I die.

7. Does the FATHER feem to frown?"
I take fhelter in the SoN:
JESUS, to thine arms
Save me LORD, or elfe I die.

I fly

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