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COLLECTION

O F

H Y M N S

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SACRED POEMS.

Col. iii. 16. Let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly in all Wisdom, teaching and
admonifhing one another in Pfalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs.

THE SECOND EDITION WITH ADDITIONS.

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Hhe Mufician's. i.T^HOU God of harmony and love; X Whose name transports the faints

above,
And lulls the ravi/h'd spheres,
On thee in seeble strains I call,
And mix my humble voice with all
Thy heav'nly choristers.

2. If ought I know the tunesul art,
To captivate an human heart,

The glory, Lord, be thine:
A servant of thy blessed will,
I here devote my utmost skill,

To sound the praife divine.

3. With Tubals wretched sons no more
1 prostitute my facred pow'r,

To please the siends beneath .
Or modulate the wanton lay,
Or smooth with music's hand the way

To everlasting death.

4- Sussice sor this the season past:
I come, great God, to learn at last

The lessons of thy grace;
Teach me the new, the Gospel-song,
And let my head, my heart, my tongue

Move only to thy praise.

5 Thine own musician, Lord, inspire, 0 may I, sill'd with facred sire.

Repeat the Pfalmist's part! His son and thine reveal in me. And sill with facred Melody

The sibres of my heart.

6. So shall I charm the list'ning throng,
And draw the living stones along,

By Je s u's tunesul name:
The living stones shall dance, shall rise,
And sorm a city in the skies,

The new Jerusalem.

7. O might I with thy faints aspire,
The meanest of that dazzling choir,

Who chant thy praife above,
Mixt with the bright musician band,
May I in holy raptures stand,

And sing the song of love t

8. What extafy of blifs is there!
While all th' angelic concert (hare,

And drink the floating joys!
What more than extasy, when all
Struck to the golden pavement fall

At Jesu's glorious voice.

9. O might I die, that awe to prove!
That prostrate awe which dares not move

Besore the great Three One;
To shout by turns the bursting joy,
And all eternity employ

In songs around thy throne.

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