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"Glory to GoD on High! "And heav'nly Peace on Earth. "Good-will to Men, to Angels Joy, "At our Redeemer's Birth."

IV. Referred to the fecond Pfalm.

V. Submiffion to Afflictive Providences, Job i. 21.

NAKED as from the Earth we came,

And crept to Life at firft;

We to the Earth return again,
And mingle with our Duft.

The dear Delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but fhort Favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis God that lifts our Comforts high,
Or finks them in the Grave:

He gives, and (bleffed be his Name!).
He takes but what he gave..

4 Peace, all our angry Paffions then!!
Let each rebellious Sigh
Be filent at his fov'reign Will,
And ev'ry Murmur die,

5 If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives,
Its Praifes fhall be spread;
And we'll adore the Juftice too
That ftrikes our Comforts dead.

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VI. Triumph over Death, Job xix. 25-27.

Gand Nature mult decay:

REAT GOD, I own thy Sentence just;

I yield my Body to the Duft,
To dwell with fellow-Clay.

2 Yet Faith may triumph o'er the Grave,
And trample on the Tombs;
My JESUS, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty Conqu'ror fhall appear
High on a Royal Seat,

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And Death, the last of all his Foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his Feet.

Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin,

And gnaw my wafting Flesh,

When GOD fhall build my Bones again,
He clothes them all afresh :

5 Then fhall I fee thy lovely Face
With ftrong immortal Eyes,
And feaft upon thy unknown Grace
With Pleafüre and Surprise.

VII. The Invitation of the Gospel: or Spiritual Food and Clothing, Ifa. Iv. 1, &c.

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ET ev'ry mortal Ear attend,

And ev'ry Heart rejoice;

The Trumpet of the Gofpel founds

With an inviting Voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry ftarving Souls
That feed upon the Wind,
And vainly ftrive with earthly Toys
To fill an empty Mind.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A Soul-reviving Feaft,

And bid your longing Appetites
The rich Provilion tafte.

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4 Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging Thirst
With Springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of Love and Mercy here
In a rich Ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like Floods of Milk and Wine.
[6 Ye perishing and naked Poor,
Who work with mighty Pain'
To weave a Garment of your own,
That will not hide your Sin;
7 Come naked, and adorn your Souls
In Robes prepar'd by GoD,

Wrought by the Labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own Blood.]

8 Dear GOD! the Treasures of thy Love
Are everlafting Minés,

Deep as our helplefs Mis'ries are,

And boundless as our Sins!

9 The happy Gates of Gofpel-Graceva Stand open Night and Day

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LORD, we are come to feek Supplies,
And drive our Wants away.

VIII. The Safety and Protection of the Church, bsd en div Ifa. xxvi..1 −6.

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How

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OW honourable is the Place
Where we adoring ftand, Y
Zion the Glory of the Earth, 18tos o
And Beauty of the Land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty Grace défend
The City where we dwell, unc
The Walls, of frong Salvation made,
Defy th' Affaults of Hell.es HoolduW
3 Lift up the everlasting Gates,

The Doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye Nations that obey
The Statutes of our King.

4 Here fhall you taste unmingled Joys,
And live in perfect Peace;

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You that have known JEHOVAH's Name,
And ventur'd on his Grace,

Truft in the LORD, for ever trust,
And banish all your Fears:

Strength in the Lord JEHOVAH dwells,
Eternal as his Years.

6 What tho' the Rebels dwell on High,
His Arm shall bring them low:
Low as the Caverns of the Grave
Their lofty Heads shall bow.

7 On Babylon our Feet fhall tread
In that rejoicing Hour;

The Ruins of her Walls fhall spread
A Pavement for the Poor.

IX. The Promifes of the Covenant of Grace, Ifà. Iv. Zech. xiii. . Mich. vii. 19. Ezek.

1, 2.

xxxvi. 25, &c.; alés:

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N vain we lavish out our Lives
To gather empty Wind;

The choiceft Bleflings Earth can yield
Will starve a hungry Mind.

2 Come, and the LORD fhall feed our Souls
With more fubftantial Meat;
With fuch as Saints in Glory love,
With fuch as Angels eat.

3 Our God will every Want fupply,
And fill our Hearts with Peace;
He gives by Cov'nant and by Oath
The Riches of his Grace.

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4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted Souls,
And wash away our Stains

In the dear Fountain that his Son
Pour'd from his dying Veins.

[5 Our Guilt fhall vanish all away,
Tho' black as Hell before ;

Our Sins fhall fink beneath the Sea,
And fhall be found no more.

6 And left Pollution fhould o'erfpread
Our inward Pow'rs again,