We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.

2 The gates of the devouring grave
Are open'd wide in vain,
If he that holds the keys of death
Commands them fast again.
3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse
Our minds with flavish fears ;
"Our days are past, and we shall lose
"The remnant of our years."
4 We chatter with a swallow's voice,
Or like a dove we mourn,
With bitterness instead of joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.

5 Jehovah speaks the healing word,
And no disease withstands;
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his commands.

6 If half the springs of life should break,
He can our frame restore,
He casts our fins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

HYMN LVI. Common Metre. The Song of Mofes and the Lamb; or, Babylon falling. Rev. xv. 3, and xvi. 19, and xvii. 6.

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WE

E fing the glories of thy love, We found thy dreadful name; The christian church unites the fongs. Of Mofes and the Lamb.

2 Great God! how wond'rous are thy works

Of vengeance, and of grace !
Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true thy ways!

3 Who dares refuse to fear thy name,
Or worship at thy throne!
Thy judgments speak thy holiness
Through all the nations known.
4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,
Drunk with the martyrs' blood,
Her crimes shall speedily awake
The fury of our God.

5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd,
And she must drink the dregs;
Strong is the Lord, her sov'reign Judge,
And shall fulfil the plagues.

HYMN LVII. Common Metre. Original Sin; or, the first and fecond Adam. Rom. v. 12, &c. Pfal. li. 5. Job xiv. 4. Ackward with humble shame we look On our original ;

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How is our nature dash'd and broke
In our first father's fall!

2 To all that's good, averse and blind,
But prone to all that's ill;
What dreadful darkness veils our mind!
How obstinate our will!

3 Conceiv'd in fin (O wretched state)
Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.

4 How strong in our degen'rate blood
The old corruption reigns,
- And, mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins !
5 [Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;

How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree ?

6 What mortal pow'r, from things unclean,
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream

From an infected spring ?]
7 Yet, mighty God, thy wond'rous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and fin.
8 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first;
Hofanna to that sov'reign pow'r
That new-creates our dust!

HYMN LVIII. Long Metre. The Devil vanquished; or, Michael's War with the Dragon. Rev. xii. 7.

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LET mortal tongues attempt to fing

The wars of heav'n, when Michael stood
Chief general of th' eternal King,
And fought the battles of our God.

2 Against the dragon and his host
The armies of the Lord prevail ;
In vain they rage, in vain they boaft,
Their courage finks, their weapons fail.

3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown,
Down to the earth his legions fell;
Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And shook the dreadful deeps of hell.
4 Now is the hour of darkness past,
Christ has affum'd his reigning pow'r ;
Behold the great accuser cast
Down from the skies, to rife no more.

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5 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word and pow'rful name They gain'd the battle and renown.

6 Rejoice, ye heav'ns; let ev'ry star Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly war, Raise your Deliv'rer's name on high.

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HYMN LIX. Long Metre.

Babylon fallen. Rev. xviii. 20, 21. N Gabriel's hand a mighty stone Lies, a fair type of Babylon : "Prophets rejoice, and all ye faints, " God shall avenge your long complaints."

2 He faid, and dreadful as he stood,
He funk the mill-stone in the flood:
"Thus terribly shall Babel fall,
"Thus, and no more be found at all."

HYMN LX. Long Metre.

The Virgin Mary's Song; or, the promised Meffiab born. Luke i. 46, &c.

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UR fouls shall magnify the Lord;
In God the Saviour we rejoice :

While we repeat the Virgin's fong,
May the fame Spirit tune our voice.
→ [The Highest faw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done;
His overshadowing pow'r and grace
Makes her the mother of his Son.
3 Let ev'ry nation call her bless'd,
And endless years prolong her fames

But God alone must be ador'd; Holy and rev'rend is his name.] 4 To those that fear and trust the Lord, His mercy stands for ever sure : From age to age his promife lives, And the performance is secure.

5 He spake to Abra'm and his feed, "In thee shall all the earth be bless'd." The mem'ry of that ancient word Lay long in his eternal breaft.

6 But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn; Lo, the defire of nations comes; Behold the promis'd feed is born ! HYMN LXI. Long Metre. Chrift our High Priest and King; and Christ coming to Judgment. Rev. i. 5-7.

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I OW to the Lord, that makes us know The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins, And wash'd us in his richest blood; 'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. To Jesus, our atoning Prieft, To Jesus, our fuperior King, Be everlasting pow'r confefs'd, And ev'ry tongue his glory fing. 4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes, And ev'ry eye shall see him move; Though with our fins we pierc'd him once, Now he displays his pard'ning love.