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4 But Oh! how base our paffions are!
How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our fouls with heav'nly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

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HYMN CXVII. Long Metre. Eledion fovereign and free. Romans ix. 21—24. EHOLD the potter and the clay! He forms his veffels as he please; Such is our God; and fuch are we, The fubjects of his juft decrees.

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2 Doth not the workman's pow'r extend O'er all the mafs, which part to choose, And mould it for a nobler end, And which to leave for viler use ?] 3 May not the fov'reign Lord on high Difpenfe his favours as he will; Choofe forge to life, while others die, And yet be just and gracious ftill? 4 [What if, to make his terror known, He lets his patience long endure, Suff'ring vile rebels to go on,

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And feal their own deftruction fure?
What if he means to fhew his grace,
And his electing love employs

To mark out fome of mortal race,
And form them fit for heav'nly joys?]

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6 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust, The thunder of whofe dreadful word Can crufh a thousand worlds to duft? But, O my foul, if truth fo bright Should dazzle and confound thy fight,

Yet ftill his written will obey,

And wait the great decifive day.

8 Then he fhall make his juftice known,
And the whole world, before his throne,
With joy or terror, fhall confefs
The glory of his righteousness.

HYMN CXVIII. Short Metre.

Mofes and Chrift; or, Sin againft the Law and Gospel. John i. 17. Heb. iii. 3, 5, 6, and x. 28, 29.

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HE law by Mofes came;

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But peace, and truth, and love, Were brought by Chrift (a nobler name)

Defcending from above.

2 Amidst the houfe of God

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Their diff'rent works were done ;

Mofes a faithful fervant ftood,

But Chrift a faithful Son.

Then to his new commands

Be ftrict obedience paid;

O'er all his Father's houfe he ftands

The Sov'reign and the Head.

The man that durft despise The law that Mofes brought, Behold! how terribly he dies For his prefumpt'ous fault.

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But forer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,

Who hate to hear when Jefus calls,

And dare refift his grace.

Common Metre.

HYMN CXIX.

The different Succefs of the Gofpel. I Cor. i. 23, 24. 2 Cor. ii. 16. I Cor. iii. 6, 7.

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HRIST and his crofs are all our theme:
The myft'ries that we speak

Are fcandal in the Jews' efteem,

And folly to the Greek.

2 But fouls, enlighten'd from above,
With joy receive the word;
They fee what wifdom, pow'r and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.

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The vital favour of his name
Reftores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the fame

To guilt, defpair and death.

4 Till God diffufe his graces down, Like fhow'rs of heav'nly rain,

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In vain Apollos fows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

HYMN CXX. Common Metre. Faith of Things unfeen. Heb. xi. 1, 3, 8, 10. I AITH is the brightest evidence

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Of things beyond our fight,

Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense,
And dwells in heav'nly light.

2 It fets times paft in prefent view,
Brings diftant profpects home,
Of things a thousand years ago,
Or thousand years to come.

3 By faith we know the worlds were made By God's almighty word:

Abr'am, to unknown countries led,
By faith obey'd the Lord.

4 He fought a city, fair and high,
Built by th' Eternal hands;

And faith affures us, though we die,
That heav'nly building ftands.

HYMN CXXI.

Common Metre.

Children devoted to God. Gen. xvii. 7, 10. Acts

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xvi. 14, 15, 33.

(For those who practise Infant Baptifm.)

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HUS faith the mercy of the Lord,
"I'll be a God to thee :

"I'll blefs thy num'rous race, and they
"Shall be a feed for me."
2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace,
And gave his fon to God;

feals the bleffings now, thiThat once was feal'd with blood. not. 3 Thus Lydia fanctify'd er houfe, When he receiv'd the word; Thus the believing jailor gave His houthold to the Lord. 4 Thus later fain Eternal King! Thine ancient truths embrace ; To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim the grace.

HYMN CXXII. Long Metre. Believers buried with Chrift in Baptifm. Rom. vi. 3, &c.

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O we not know that folemn word,

That we are bury'd with the Lord;

Baptiz'd into his death, and then
Put off the body of our fin?

2 Our fouls receive diviner breath,
Rais'd from corruption, guilt, and death:
So from, the grave did Chrift arise,
And lives to God above the fkies.

3 No more let fin or Satan reign
Over our mortal flesh again;
The various lufts we ferv'd before,
Shall have dominion now no more.

HYMN CXXIII. Common Metre.
The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &c.
I Ehold the wretch, whofe luft and wine
Has wafted his eftate;

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He begs a fhare amongst the swine,
To tafte the hufks they eat!

2 "I die with hunger here," he cries;
"I ftarve in foreign lands

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"My Father's houfe has large fupplies, "And bounteous are his hands.

"I'll go, and with a mournful tongue
"Fall down before his face ;
"Father, I've done thy juftice wrong,
"Nor can deserve thy grace."

4 He faid-and haften'd to his home,
To feek his Father's love;
The Father faw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

5 He ran, and fell upon his neck,
Embrac'd and kifs'd his fon;
The rebel's heart with forrow brake,
For follies he had done.

6 "Take off his clothes of fhame and fin," (The Father gives command).

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