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Werthy, holy Lamb, art thou,
Praise to have, and Honour too.;
Worthy thou of Bliss and Pow'r,
Noro, henceforth, and evermore.

1H Y M N XVII Heavenly Joy on Earth. . NOME we that love the Lord,

And let our Joys be known, Join

in a Song of sweet' Accord, And thus surround the Throne.

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The Sorrows of the Mind

Be banish'd from the Place ; Religion never was defign'd

To make our Pleasures less.

The Men of Grace hath found

Glory begun below;
Celestial Fruits, on earthly Ground,

From Faith and Hope inay grow.
The Hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred Sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly Fields,

Or walk the golden Streets.
Then let our Songs abound,

And ev'ry Tear be dry,
We're marching thro' Jınınanuel's Ground

To fairer Worlds on high.

O Wile,

HY MN XVIII.
The Wisdom of God Foolishness with.

Men,
Saviour, thou thy Mysteries
And Babes thy Glory shew?d;.
Thy Wisdom far furpaffes all
That ftudious Martals Wifdom call,

Thou holy Lamb of God. .
The nat'ral Man can't right conceive
The glorious Things which we believega's

How thou did'st us redeem;
The Things thy Spirit teaches us,
The Merits of thy Blood and Cross, .

Are Foolishness to him.

They this World's Wisdom seek and gaingi,
That Wisdom wbich thou callest vain,

But oh ! are Strangers still
To that which makes our Spirits wise,
And sets before our waiting Eyes

What is our Saviour's Will,

Thrice happy then are we, who prove
The Peace of God, his Truth, and Love!

Things freely to us giv'n;
These Earnests are of greater Bliss,
The Earnest of that Happiness

Which we shall have in Heay'n,

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H Y M N XIX.
The Triumph of Faith.
EAD of the Church triumphant!
We joyfully adore thee';

'Till thou appear,

Thy Members here, Sliall sing like those in Glory. We lift our Hearts and Voices With blest Anticipation,

And cry alous),

And give to God The Praise of our Salvation..

While in Affliction's Furnace,
And paffing thro' the Fire,

Thy Love we praise,

Which knows our Days
And ever brings us nigher.
We clap our Hands exulting
In thine Almighty Favour,

The Love divine,

Which made us thine, Shall keep us thine for ever. Thou dost conduct thy People Thro' Torrents of Tempiation,

Nor will we fear,

Whilst thou art near,
Tlc Fire of Tribulation.
The World with Sin and Satan
In vain our March opposes;

By thee we shall

Break thro' them all, And fing the Song of Mofcs.

By Faith we see the Glory,
To which thou shalt restore use

The Cross despise

For that high Prizeg, Which thou haft set before us.. And if thou count us worthy, We, each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see thee stand

At God's right Hand, To tako us up to Heav'ıl...

H Y MNXX.

The Same.
EJOICE, the Lord is King!

Your Lord and King adore,
Mortals give Thanks and fing,

And triumph evermore :
Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
Jesus the Saviour reigns,

The God of Truth and Lore,
When he had purg'd our Stains,

He took his Seat above :
Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice, ,
Rejoice, again I lay, rejoice.

His Kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er Earth and Heav'n,
The Keys of Death and Hell

Are to our Jesus giv'n :
Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice, ,
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. .

He sits at God's right Hand

'Till all his Foes fubinit,
And bow to his Command,

And fall beneath his Feet :
Lift up your Heart, lift up your Voice.
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
Rejoice in glorious Hope,

Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take his Servants up

To their eternal Home :
We foon shall hear th' Arch-Angel's Voice,
The Trump of God shall sound Rejoice !

HY M N XXI. * Little Children, love one another, VIVER of Concord, Prince of Peace,

Meek Lamb-like Son of God, Bid our unruly Paffions ceafe,

O quench them with thy Blood.

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Us into clofest Union draw,

And in our inward Parts,
Let Kindness fweetly'write her Law,

Let Love command our Hearts.

O let thy Love our Hearts constrain,

Jesus the Crucify'd !
What haft thou done our Hearts to gain,

Languish'd, and groan'd, and dy'd!
Who would not now pursue the Way

Where Jesu's Footsteps shine ?
Who would not own the pleasing Sway,

Of Charity divine ?

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