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5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly blifs,
Are open'd by the Son :

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' Almighty throne.

6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great advocate on high,

And glory to th' Eternal king,
That lays his fury by.

LXVIII. Angels miniftring to Chrift and Saints.

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REAT God! to what a glorious height, Haft thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son! Angels, in all their robes of light,

Are made the fervants of his throne.

2 Before his feet, thy armies wait,

And swift as flames of fire they move;

To manage his affairs of state,

In works of vengeance and of love.

3 His orders run thro' all the hofts,
Legions defcend at his command,
To fhield and guard the british coafts,
When foreign rage invades our land.
4 Now they are fent to guide our feet,
Up to the gates of thine abode;
Thro' all the dangers that we meet,
In trav'ling thro' the heav'nly road.

Lord,

5 Lord, when I leave this mortal ground, And thou shalt bid me rife and come, Send a beloved angel down,

Safe to conduct my spirit home.

LXIX. Christ's Death, Victory and Dominion.

Sing my Saviour's wond'rous death,

He conquer'd when he fell :

""Tis finifh'd" faid his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell,

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"Tis finish'd," our Immaunel cries,
The dreadful work is done:

Hence fhall his fov'reign throne arife;
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a fure foundation laid,
For glory and renown,

When thro' the regions of the dead,
He pafs'd to reach the crown..

4 Exalted at his father's fide,
Sits our victorious Lord;

To heav'n and hell his hands divide,,
The vengeance or reward.

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The faints from his propitious eye,
Await their feveral crowns;.

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And all the fons of darkness fly,
The terrors of his frowns.

LXX.

God the Avenger of his Saints; Or, his Kingdom fu

preme.

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IHG as the heav'ns above the ground,
Reigns the Creator, God:

Wide as the whole creation's bound,
Extends his awful rod.

2 Let princes of exalted state,
To him afcribe their crown;
Render their homage at his feet,
And caft their glories down.

3 Know that his kingdom is fupreme:
Your lofty thoughts are vain;

He calls you gods, that awful name
But ye muft die like men.

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Then let the fov'reigns of the globe,
Not dare to vex the juft;

He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to duft.

5 Ye judges of the earth, be wife,

And think of heav'n with fear:
The meaneft faint that you despise,
Has an avenger there.

LXXI. The

LXXI. The Priesthood of Chrift

'B LOOD has a voice to pierce the skies :

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Revenge, the blood of Abel cries;

But the dear stream, when Chift was flain,
Speaks peace as loud from ev'ry vein.

2 Pardon and peace from God on high:
Behold he lays his vengeance by;
And rebels that deferve his fword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord...

3 To Jefus let our praises rifé,
Who gave his life a facrifice :-
Now he appears before our God,"

And for our pardon, pleads his blood.

LXXII. The holy Scriptures,

ADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to thee my Lord :

And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in thy written word.

2 The volume of my father's grace,
Can all my grief affuage:
Here I behold my Saviour's face,,
In many a lovely page..

3 This is the field where hidden lies,s. The pearl of price unknown;

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That merchant is divinely wife,
That makes the pearl his own.

4 Here confecrated water flows,
Ta quench my thirft of fin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

This is the judge that ends the ftrife,
Where wit and reason fail;

My guide to everlasting life,
Thro' all this gloomy vale.

6 Oh! may thy counfels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forfake the happy road,

That leads to thy right hand.

LXXIII. Living and dying with God prefent.

́OW num'rous are thy beauties, Lord!

'H I would not e'er from thee depart;

Be thou, my heart, ftill hear my God,
And thou, my God, be near my heart.

2 I was not born for earth and fin,
Nor can I live on things fo vile;
Yet I would stay my father's time,
And hope, and wait for heav'n, a while.

3 Then, dearest Lord, in thy embrace,
Let me refign my fleeting breath;

And

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