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Making Wars and Jarrings cease,,
Causing Men, tho' Foes, t' agreeg.

Kindiy rule in us ;
Make us happily go on;
Helping each to bear his Crofs,

Stedfast 'till our Work is done

Let us like a Flock of Sheep,

Close together persevere,
True by one another keep,
Each esteeming very dear,

Altogether move :
Truly subject be the whole,
Bound in Bands of trueft Love,

One in Heart, in Mind, and Soui.

May we all one Faith maintain,

One fole Doctrine witness too,
Chrift the Lord our. God was slaing
Slain for us, and this is true,

He will ours abide :
He will our dear Portion be,
He who on Mount Calvary dy'd,

Jesus, Jesus, only he ?
Strive we who shall love thee moft,

Whio shall moft in Faith excell,
Who can of the Saviour boaft,
Who can most of Jesus tell:

This employ us all :
Daily this contend we for,
Daily 'till the Lamb shall call,

Prosp'ring daily more and more..
Let us Hand in Hand proceed,

Litle loving Children beg.

Dead to Sin, to all Things dead,
But alive, dear Lamb, to thee ; ;

So continue firm :
While beneath us thou wilt lay.
Thy eternal out-ftretch'd Arm,

'Till we wake in endless Day..

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H Y M N VII..
Sitting under CHRIST's Shadow,.
LOOD of Jesu's Wounds, how.good,

Sounds it in our Ears and Hearts !
Nothing, surely, like that Bloody
Can such solid Bliss impart ;

Oh 'tis moft divine !
Weary Sinners hither fly,
Laden with their crimson Sin,

This blots out the dreadful Dye
You who have the Law obey'd,

You who Righteousness t' attain
Earnestly by Works affay'd,
But have found your Strife in vain

Turn you to Christ's Blood,
Thither look, and you no more
Shall lament an abfent God,

Nor your dreadful Sţate deplore.

Whoso after Rest enquires,

Let him to this Bload approach
Whoso truly Peace desires,
Jésu's Blood affordeth much;

Be persuaded then ;
Lift ye up your down-cast Eyes,
See the Saviour bleeding, Nain;

There thy Reft, poor Sinner, is

Here may we take up our Place,

Here for ever happy be ;
Here wrap up our blothing Face,
Seeking nought befide to lee!

Here we now fit down,
Trusting in his Blood, and prove
What the Lord for us hath done;

Who can fully tell his Love?

WE

H Y M N VIII.
*Te Deum, or Song of Praise.

DIALOGUE.
E fing to thee, thou Son of God,

Who fav'd us by thy Grace ; We praise thee, Son of Man, whose Blood

Redeem's sur fallen Race.
We thee acknowledge God and Lord,

Father, ere Time began ;
Thou art by Heav'n and Earth ador'd,

Worthy o'er both to reign.
To thee all Angels cry aloud,

Thro' Heav'n's extended coats;
Hail, holy, holy, holy God

Of all immortal Hofts !
The Cherubim and Seraphiin

Are always praising thee;
The Worlds and all the Pow'rs therain

Adore thy Majesty.
The Prophets goodly Feilowship,
In niilky

Garments dress’d,
Praise thee Thou holy God, and reap

The Fulness of thy Reft.

Th' Apostles' glorious Company

Thy righteous Praise proclaim ; The martyr'd Army glorify

Thy everlasting Name. Thro' all the World thy Churches join

T'acknowledge thee the Head; Father of Majesty divine,

Who ev'ry Pow'r bas made.
Also thy true and only Son,

Thy Family confess;
King of thy Saints, to us made known,

The Lord our Righteousness.
Also the Holy Ghost we.praise,

The Spirit of the Lord,
The Comforter, whese kindling Rays

Our dying Souls restor'd.

Η Υ Μ Ν ΙΧ..
Holy Strife in praising CHRIST.

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Daughters of Zion, sing : Uf, Sons of Jacob, Jesus praise,

Salute th' auspicious King. Our Souls arise, and may our Tongue

Be tun’d to praise the Lamb! So ready be our ransom'd Throng

To magnify his Name.
Why stay we then the Lord extol;

Zion, break forth in Praise ;
Join ev'ry bcavenly minded Soul

In pure seraphic Lays.

Open ye everlasting Doors,

Divide ye Gates of Bliss, We with Dominions, Thrones and Pow'rs,

Praife. Christ our Righteousness.

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The Same.
ET us, the Sheep by Jesus nam’d,

Our Shepherd's Mercy bless;
Let, us whom Jesus hath redeem'd,

Shew forth our Thankfulness.

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Not unto us, to thee alone,

Bless’d Lamb be Glory giv'n ! Here shall thy Praises be begun,

But carried on in Heav'n.

The Hofts of Spirits now with thee

Eternal Anthems sing,
To imitate them here, lo! We

Our Hallelujahs bring.
Had we our Tongues like them infpir’d,

Like theirs our Songs should rise, Like them we never foould be tir'd,

But love the Sacrifice. 'Till we the Veil of Flesh lay down,

Accept our weaker Lays : And when, O Lord, we reach thy Thront,

Will join in nobler Praise.

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