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5 O may a sense of mercies paft,
Stir up my foul to praife;
And whet my appetite to tafte
Thy larger draughts of grace.

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HYMN 123.

THE BELIEVER'S HOPE.

1 HE is a GOD of fov'reign love, That promis'd heav'n to me;

And taught my thoughts to foar above,
Where happy fpirits be.

2 Prepare me, LORD, for thy right hand; Then come the joyful day!

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Come death and fome celeftial band,
To bear my foul away.

Then, my Beloved, take my foul
Up to thy bleft abode;

That face to face I may behold
My Saviour, and my God.

4 GOD has laid up in heav'n for me

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A crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge at the great day
Shall place it on my head.

5 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;

But all that love and long to fee
Th' appearance of his Son,

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HYMN 124.

PSALM CXIX. VER SE 158.

ARISE

RISE, my tend'reft thoughts, arise, To torrents melt my streaming eyes! And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Thofe evils, which thou canst not heal! 2 See human nature funk in fhame! See fcandals pour'd on JESU's name! The Father wounded thro' the Son! The world abus'd, the foul undone !

3 See the fhort courfe of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night!

In flames, that no abatement know,
The briny tears for ever flow.

4 My God, I feel the mournful fcene;
My bowels yern o'er dying men;
And fain my pity wou'd reclaim,
And snatch the firebrands from the flame!

5 But feeble my compaffion proves,
And can but weep where moft it loves;
Thine own all-faving arm employ,
And turn thofe drops of grief to joy.

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HYMN 125.

Charge to keep I have,
A GOD to glorify;

A never-dying foul to fave,
And fit it for the sky.

2 To ferve the present age,
My calling to fulfil;

O may it all my pow'rs engage,'
To do my mafter's will!

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy fight to live;
And O! thy fervant, LORD, prepare
A good account to give!

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;

And let me ne'er my truft betray,
Left I for ever die.

HYMN 126.

FAITH IN CHRIST OUR SACRIFICE.

[OT all the blood of beafts

On Jewish altars flain;

Cou'd give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away one stain.

2 But CHRIST, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our fins away;
A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay its hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I ftand,
And there confess my fin.

4 My foul looks back to fee
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing we rejoicè

To fee the curfe remove

We blefs the Lamb with chearful voice, And fing his bleeding love.

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127. A SONNET.

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A WAKE and fing the fong

Of Mofes and the Lamb;

Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rifing pow'r,

Sing how he intercedes above,
For thofe whofe fins he bore.

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3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Afcending with our tongues,
Sing 'till the love of fin departs,
And grace infpires our fongs.

Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ranfom'd finners fing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In CHRIST th' eternal King.

5 Soon fhall ye hear him fay,
"Ye bleffed children come;"
Soon will he call you hence away,.
And take his wand'rers home.

HYMN 128.

EBENEZER.

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OME, thou font of ev'ry blessing!
Tune my heart to fing thy grace
Streams of mercy never-ceafing,
Call for fongs of loudest praife:
Teach me fome melodious fonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praife the mount-I'm fixt upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love!

2 Here I raise mine Eben-ezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.

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