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Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills,
Their lafting filence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak...

5 Angels affift our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told,

XXXII. Hope in the Covenant;
Heb. vi, 17, 19.

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OW oft have fin and fatan ftrove,
To rend my foul from thee, my God?

But everlasting is thy love,

Display'd in my Redeemer's blood.

2. The oath and promife of the Lord, Join to confirm the wond'rous grace; Eternal pow'r performs the word,

And fills all heav'n with endless praise.:

3 Amidft temptations, fharp and long,
My foul to this dear refuge flies:
Hope is my anchor, firm and ftrong,
While tempefts blow and billows rife.
4. The gospel bears my fpirits up;
A faithful and unchanging God
Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths and promises and blood.
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XXXIII.

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XXXIII. Thanksgiving.

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EET and right it is to fing,
Glory to our God and king;
Meet in every time and place,
To rehearse his folemn, praise.

2 Join ye faints, with awe profound;
Angels, help the folemn found:
Publifh thro' the world abroad,
Glory to th' eternal God.

3 Praises, here, to thee we give ;
Gracious thou, our thanks receive
Holy father, fov'reign Lord,
Ev'ry where, be thou ador'd.

4. Tho' th' injurious world exclaim,

Sing we still in Jefu's name ;
Saviour, thee we ever blefs;

'Thee our Lord, and God confefs.

XXXIV. Heavenly Joy on Earth.

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OME we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a fong with fweet accord, And thus furround the throne.

2 The forrows of the mind,

Be banish'd from the place;

Religion:

Religion never was defign'd,
To make our pleasures less.

3 Let those refuse to fing,

That never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly king,
May speak their joys abroad.

4 The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the ftormy fky,
And manages the feas;

5 This awful. God is ours,

Our father and our love; :

He fhall fend down his heav'nly pow'rs,
To carry us above.

6 There shall we fee his face,

And never, never fin;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in...

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The thoughts of fuch amazing blifs,
Should conftant joys create.

[8 The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow. .

9 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand facred fweets,

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Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden ftreets.

10 Then let our fongs abound,
Let ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.]

XXXV.

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The Pilgrim's Hymn.

HILDREN of the heav'nly king,

As ye your journey fweetly fing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

a Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness fhall fee.

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O ye banifh'd feed be glad,
Chrift our advocate is made;
Us to fave, our flesh affumes;
Brother to our fouls becomes.

Shout ye little flock and bleft;
Ye on Jefu's throne fhall reft;
There your feat is now prepar'd;
There your kingdom and reward.

5 Fear not brethren, joyful ftand,
On the borders of your land;
Jefus Chrift, your father's fon,
Bids you undifmay'd go on..

6 Lord!

6 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we ftill will follow thee.

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XXXVI. Faith in Chrift our

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Sacrifice.

OT all the blood of beasts,
On jewish altars flain;

Could give the guilty confcience peace,

Or wash away the stain.

2 But Chrift the heav'nly Lamb,
Take all our fins away ;
A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My foul looks backs to fee,
The burdens thou didft bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree,
And fees her guilt was there.

4 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curfe remove;

We bless the Lamb with chearful voice,
And fing redeeming love.

XXXVII.

Crucifixion to the

World, by the Cross of Christ.

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HEN I furvey the wond'rous cross,

On which the prince of glory dy'd,

My

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