7 There his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay;
Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates!
Ye everlasting Doors, give Way!
8 Loofe all your Bars of maffy Light,

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And wide unfold th' ethereal Scene:
He claims the Manfions as his Right,
Receive the KING OF GLORY in.

Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD that all his Foes o'ercame,
The World, Sin, Death, and Hell o'erthrew,
And JESUS is the Conqu'ror's Name.

10 Lo! his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the folemn Lay;
Lift up your Heads, ye heav'nly Gates!
Ye everlasting Doors, give Way!
II Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD of glorious Power poffeft;
The KING of Saints and Angels too,
GOD over All, for ever bleft.

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ILIFT my Soul to God;

My Truft is in his Name;

Let not my Foes, that feek my Blood,
Still triumph in my Shame.

Sin, and the Pow'rs of Hell

Perfuade me to despair;

LORD, make me know thy Cov❜nant well,
That I may 'scape the Snare.

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From the first dawning Light
Till the dark Ev'ning rife,
For thy Salvation, LORD, I wait
With ever-longing Eyes.

Remember all thy Grace,
And lead me in thy Truth;
Forgive the Sins of riper Days,
And Follies of my Youth.

The LORD is just and kind;
The Meek fhall learn his Ways;

And ev'ry humble Sinner find

The Methods of his Grace.

For his own Goodness' Sake
He faves my Soul from Shame;
He pardons (tho' my Guilt be great)
Through my REDEEMER'S Name.

PART II.

WHERE fhall the Man be found Who fears t' offend his GOD? Who loves the Gofpel's joyful Sound, And trembles at the Rod?

8 The LORD fhall make him know
The Secrets of his Heart;

The Wonders of his Cov'nant show,
And all his Love impart.

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The Dealings of his Hand

Are Truth and Mercy ftill,

With fuch as to his Cov'nant stand,

And love to do his Will.

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Their Souls fhall dwell at Eafe Before their MAKER'S Face; Their Seed fhall tafte the Promifes In their extenfive Grace.

PART III.

MINE Eyes and my Defire
Are ever to the LORD;

I love to plead his Promises,
And reft upon his Word.

12 LORD, turn Thee to my Soul;
Bring thy Salvation near;
When will thy Hand release my Feet
Out of the deadly Snare?

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When shall the fov'reign Grace
Of my forgiving GoD

Restore me from thofe dang'rous Ways
My wand'ring Feet have trod?

Behold the Hofts of Hell!

How cruel is their Hate!

Against my Life they rife, and join
Their Fury with Deceit.

O keep my Soul from Death,
Nor put my Hope to Shame!
For I have plac'd my only Truft
In my REDEEMER'S Name.

With humble Feet I wait,
To fee thy Face again;

Of Ifrael it thall ne'er be faid,
"He fought the LORD in vain.”

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PSALM XXVI. Metre i.

Be My Deeds and Thoughts have known,

E thou my Judge: thy fearching Eyes

On Thee my ftedfaft S oul relies,

Nor Fear of Lapfe fhall own.

2 O fearch me ftill; my Heart, my Reins, With ftrictest View survey:

Thy Love, great GOD, my Hope sustains,
Thy Truth directs my Way.

3 How oft, inftinct with Warmth divine,
Thy Threshold have I trod !
How lov'd the Courts whofe Walls enfhrine
The Glory of my God!

4 O let me not the Vengeance share,
That waits the guilty Tribe,

Whose murd'rous Hands each Mischief dare,
And grasp the offer'd Bribe:

5 But pour, O pour, while thus I tread
The Path by Thee prepar'd,
Thy Beams of Mercy on my Head,
And round me plant a Guard.

6 Thou, LORD, my Steps haft fix'd aright,
And pleas'd fhalt hear my Tongue
With Ifrael's favour'd Sons unite
To form the thankful Song.

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XXVI. Metre ii.

UDGE me, O LORD, and prove my Ways,

J and try my Reins, and try my Heart;

My Faith upon thy Promise stays,
Nor from thy Law my Feet depart.

2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,
With Men of Vanity and Lies;
The Scoffer and the Hypocrite,
Are the Abhorrence of mine Eyes.
3 Among thy Saints will I appear,
With Hands well wafh'd in Innocence;
But when I ftand before thy Bar,
The Blood of CHRIST is my Defence.

4 I love thy Habitation, LORD,

The Temple where thine Honours dwell; There fhall I hear thy holy Word, And there thy Works of Wonder tell. 5 Let not my Soul be join'd at last With Men of Treachery and Blood, Since I my Days on Earth have past. Among the Saints, and near my GOD.

PSALM XXVII. Metre i.

HE LORD of Glory is my Light,

THE And my Salvation too

GOD is my Strength; nor will I fear
What all my Foes can do.

2 One Privilege my Heart defires;
O grant me an Abode

Among the Churches of thy Saints,
The Temples of my God!

3 There fhall I offer my Requests,
And fee thy Beauty ftill;

Shall hear thy Meffages of Love,
And there inquire thy Will.
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