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HYMN

The Same.

LXXVI.

ROM all that dwell below the Skies,
Let the Creator's Praise arife;

Let the Redeemer's Name be fung
Thro' ev'ry Land, by ev'ry Tongue.

Eternal are thy Mercies, Lord,
Eternal Truth attends thy Word;
Thy Praise fhall found from Shore to Shore,
'Till Suns fhall rife, and fet no more.

HYMN LXXVII.

Defiring CHRIST's Love to be fhed abroad in the Heart.

NOME, dearest Lord, defcend and dwell, By Faith, and Love, in ev'ry Breaft; Then fhall we know, and tafte, and feel, The Joys that cannot be exprefs'd.:

Come, fill our Hearts, with inward Strength, Make our enlarged Souls poffefs

And learn the Height,and Breadth, and Length,
Of thine unmeafurable Grace.

Now to the God whofe Pow'r can do
More than our Thoughts or Wishes know,
Be everlafting Honours done,

By all the Church, through Chrift his Son!

HYMN LXXVIII. Salvation by Grace in CHRIST. TOW to the Pow'r of God fupreme, Be everlafting Honours giv'n; He faves from Hell (we blefs his Name) He calls loft wand'ring Souls to Heav'n.

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Not for our Duties or Deferts,
But of his own abounding Grace,
He works Salvation in our Hearts,
And forms a People for his Praife.

'Twas his own Purpose that begun
To refcue Rebels doom'd to die,
He gave us Grace in Chrift his Son,
Before he fpread the ftarry Sky.

Jefus, the Lord, appears at laft,

And makes his Father's Councils known;
Declares the great Tranfactions paft,
And brings immortal Bleffings down.

HY M1N LXXIX,

Sight of GoD and CHRIST in Heaven. Efcend from Heav'n immortal Dove,

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Stoop down and take us on thy Wings,

And mount, and bear us far above

The Reach of thefe inferior Things.

O for a Sight, a pleafing Sight!
Of our Almighty Father's Throne!

There fits our Saviour, crown'd with Light,
Cloath'd in a Body like our own.

Adoring Saints around him ftand,
And Thrones and Pow'rs before him fall,
The God fhines gracious thro' the Man,
And fheds fweet Glories on them all.

When fhall the Day, dear Lord, appear,
That we fhall mount to dwell above,
And ftand and bow among them there,
And view thy Face, and fing thy Love?

HYMN

LXXX.

Inviting to Praife.

NOME, guilty Souls, and flee away,
Like Doves to Jefu's Wounds,

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This is the welcome GOSPEL-Day,
Wherein free Grace abounds.

God lov'd the World, and gave his Son
To drink the Cup of Wrath :
And Jefus fays, he'll caft out none
That come to him by Faith.

HYMN LXXXI.
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PRAIS

'The Same.

RAISE, ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise
Our Hearts and Voices in his Praife

His Nature and his Works invite,
To make this Duty our Delight.

Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who fpreads his Clouds around the Sky;
There he prepares the fruitful Rain,
Nor lets the Drops defcend in vain.

He form'd the Stars, thofe heav'nly Flames,
He counts their Numbers, calls their Names;
His Wifdom's vaft, and knows no Bound,
A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd.

He makes the Grafs the Hills adorn,
And cloaths the finiling Fields with Corn;
The Beafts with Food his Hands supply,
And the young Ravens when they cry.

But Saints are lovely in his Sight;
He views his Children with Delight;
He fees their Hope, he knows their Fear,
And looks and loves his Image there.

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HYMN LXXXII.
The Same.

E Seekers of God, whofe diligent Care, Is ever imploy'd in Chrift's Blood to fhare, With Praises unceafing, your Jefus proclaim, Rejoicing, and bleffing his excellent Name.

'Tis Jefus commands, come all to his House, And lift up your Hands, and pay him your Vows, And whilft we are giving our Jefus his Due, Do thou, bleffed Spirit, our Natures renew!

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HYMN LXXXIII.
Univerfal Praife.

ARK! dull Soul, how ev'ry Thing
Strives t'adore our bounteous King,
Each a double Tribute pays,

Sings its Part, and then obeys.

Wake, for Shame, my fluggish Heart,
Wake, and gladly fing thy Part;
Learn of Birds, and Springs, and Flow'rs,
How t'employ thy nobler Pow'rs.

Call whole Nature to thy Aid,
Since 'twas He whole Nature made,

Join we in one endless Song,

Who to one God all belong.

Live for ever, glorious Lord,
Live by all thy Works ador'd;
One in Three, and Three in One,
All Things bow to thee alone.

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HYMN

LXXXIV.

The New Creation.

TTEND while God's eternal Son,
Doth his own Glories fhew;
Behold, I fit upon my Throne,
"Creating all Things new.

"Nature and Sin are past away,
"And the old Adam dies,
"My Hands a new Foundation lay,
"Sec a new World arise !"

Mighty Redeemer, fet us free
From our old State of Sin;
O make our Souls alive to thee,
Create new Pow'rs within.

Renew our Eyes, and form our Ears,
And mould our Hearts afresh ;
Give us new Paffions, Joys, and Fears,
And turn the Stone to Flesh.

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