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Nor doth it yet appear,

How great they will be made;
But when they see their Saviour here,
Saints fhall be like their Head.

A Hope fo much divine,
May Trials well endure;

May purge their Souls from Senfe and Sin,
As Chrift the Lord is pure.

O Lord, if in thy Love
We share a filial Part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a Dove,.

To reft upon each Heart.

Suffer us not to lie

Like Slaves before thy Throne, Let each now, Abba, Father, cry, And thou the Kindred own.

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Enjoyment of CHRIST.

LORD, what a Heav'n of faving Grace,

Shines thro' the Beauties of thy Face!

Olight our Paffions to a Flame,

Then shall we love thy charming Name.

Then will a Scene of facred Joy,

Our raptur❜d Eyes and Souls employ ;
Then fhall we long to gaze away,
A long and everlasting Day.

Send Comforts, Lord, from thy right Hand,
While we pass thro' this barren Land;

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And in thy Temple let us fee

A Glimpfe of Love, a Glimpse of thee.

HYMN

LXVII.

Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ.

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OW to the Lord, a noble Song;
Awake, my Soul, awake my Tongue,

Hofanna to th' eternal Name,

And all his boundless Love proclaim!

See where it shines in Jefu's Face,
The brightest Image of his Grace;
God, in the Person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest Works outdone.

Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming Theme,
Exult, my Soul, at Jefu's Name!
Ye Angels, dwell upon the Sound;
Ye Heav'ns, reflect it to the Ground!

Oh that we all may reach the Place,
Where he unveils his lovely Face,
Where all his Beauties you behold,
And fing his Name to Harps of Gold!

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HYMN

LXVIII.

Looking to Jefus.

OW glorious the Lamb.
Is feen on his Throne!

His Labours are o'er,
His Conquefts put on :
A Kingdom is giv'n
Into the Lamb's Hand,

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In Earth and in Heav'n,
For ever to ftand.

Ye Sinners below

Then truft in the Lord, Look up to his Arm,

His Honour, his Word: Athirst for his Favour,

His Godhead adore, Look up to your Saviour, And Joy evermore!

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First and fecond Adam.

EEP in the Duft, before thy Throne,
Our Guilt and our Difgrace we own;
Great God, we own th' unhappy Name,
Whence fprung our Nature and our Shame.

But whilft our Spirits fill'd with Awe,
Behold the Terrors of thy Law,
We fing the Honours of thy Grace,
That fent to fave our ruin'd Race.

We fing thine everlasting Son,
Who join'd our Nature to his own;
Adam, the fecond from the Duft,
Raises the Ruins of the firft.

Where Sin did reign, and Death abound,
There have the Sons of Adam found
Abounding Life; there glorious Grace
Reigns thro' the Lord our Righteoufness.

Salvation

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HYMN LXX.

Salvation.

ALVATION! O the joyful Sound!
What Pleasure to our Ears !

A fov'reign Balm for ev'ry Wound,
A Cordial for our Fears.

Buried in Sorrow, and in Sin,

At Hell's dark Door we lay! Oh may we rife by Grace divine, To fee a heav'nly Day!

Salvation let the Echo fly
The fpacious Earth around
While all the Armies of the Sky
Confpire to raise the Sound.

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CHRIST'S Victory over Satan.

OSANNA to our conqu'ring King!
The Prince of Darkness flies;

His Troops rufh headlong down to Hell,
Like Light'ning from the Skies.

There bound in Chains the Lions roar,
And fright the refcu'd Sheep:

But heavy Bars confine their Pow's

And Malice to the Deep.

Hofanna to our conqu❜ring King!
All hail, incarnate Love!

Ten thousand Songs and Glories wait:
To crown thy Head above.

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Thy Vict'ries and thy deathly Fame,
Thro' the wide World fhall run;
And everlasting Ages fing
The Triumphs thou haft won.

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A Bleffed GOSPEL.

LEST are the Souls that hear and know

The Gospel's joyful Sound,

Peace fhall attend the Path they go,
And Light their Steps furround,

Their Joy fhall bear their Spirits up,
Thro' their Redeemer's Name;
His Righteousness exalts their Hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

The Lord our Glory and Defence,
Strength and Salvation gives:
Ifrael, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

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HYMN LXXIII.

Before Prayer.

ING to the Lord, Jehovah's Name,
And in his Strength rejoice;

When his Salvation is our Theme,
Exalted be our Voice.

With Thanks approach his awful Sight,
And Pfalms of Honour fing;

The Lord's a God of boundlefs Might,
The whole Creation's King.

Eart!

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