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H Y M N CCLXIX.
my , Haft made thy Truth and Love appear; Before mine. Eyes I set thy Laws,
And thou hast own'd my righteous Cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy Ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy Face;
'Twas never with a wicked Heart.
Breaft! But thro' thy Grace that reigns within
I guard against my darling Sin. 4 That Sin that close besets me still,
That works and strives against my Will; When shall thy Spirit's sov'reign Pow'r Destroy it that it rise no more?
H Y M N CCLXX. TO thine almighty Arm we owe
the Triumphs of the Day; Thy Terrors, Lord, confound the Foe,
and melt their Strength away. 2 'Tis by thine Aid our Troops prevail,
and break united Pow'rs, Or burn their boasted Fleets, or scale
the proudest of their Tow'rs.
3 How have we chas'd them through the Field
and trod them to the Ground,
but they no Shelter found !
and perish in their Blood;
so pow'rful as our God?
his Name be ever bleft;
and gives his People Rest.
HY MN CCLXXI.
I NOW may the God of Pow'r and Grace
Attend his People's humble Cry!
Succour and Strength when Zion calls,
His Love exceeds our best Deserts;
Ofhumble Groans and broken Hearts.
Our Troops shall lift their Banners up,
Our Navies spread their Flags abroad. 5 Some trust in Horses train'd for War,
And some of Chariots make their Boasts;
HY MN CCLXXII.
Give to the Lord Renown and Pow'r;
And his eternal Might adore.
Over the Ocean and the Land;
And Lightnings blaze at his Command. 3 He speaks, and Tenpeit, Hail and Wind,
Lay the wide Forest bare around;
Leap at the Terror of the Sound, 4 To Lebanon he turns his Voice,
And lo, the stately Cedars break;
The Valleys roar, the Deserts quake.
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King;
6 In gentler Language there the Lord
The Counsel of his Grace imparts:
I BASE man, forgetful of his maker's grace
No less than angels, whom he did ensue, Fell from the hope of promis'd heavenly place Into the mouth of death, to finners due, And all his offspring into thraldom threw, Where they forever should in bonds remain
Of never-dead yet ever-dying pain.
Made of meer love, and after liked well,
dwell, But cast out of that bondage to redeem,
And pay the price, all were his debt extreem. 3 Out of the bosom of eternal bliss,
in which he reigned with his glorious fire,
4. In flesh at first the guilt committed was,
Therefore in flesh it must be satisfide;
For man's dear sake he did a man become. 5 And that most blessed body, which was born
Without all blemish or reproachful blame,
And New the just by most unjust decree. 6 O huge and most unspeakable impression Of love's deep wound, that pierst the piteous
Whatheart canfeel leasttouchof sofore launch, Or thought can think the depth of fo dear
wound? Whofe bleeding source their streams yet
never staunch, But still do flow, and freely still redownd, To heal the fores of sinful fouls unfound,