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HYMN XCIV.

JON

JOIN all the glorious Names
Of Wisdom, Love, and Pow'r,
That ever Mortals knew,

That ever Angels bore:

All are too mean to speak his Worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

Array'd in mortal Flesh,
He like an Angel stands,
And holds the Promises

And Pardons in his Hands:

Commiffion'd from his Father's Throne,
To make his Love to Mortals known.

Great Prophet of my God,

My Tongue would bless thy Name;
By thee the joyful News

Of our Salvation came;

The joyful News of Sins forgiv'n,

Of Hell fubdu'd, and Peace with Heav'n.

Jefus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his Blood and dy'd;.
My guilty Confcience feeks
No Sacrifice befide.

His pow'rful Blood did once atone;
And now it pleads before the Throne,
My great almighty Lord,

My Conqu'ror and my King,
Thy Sceptre and thy Sword,
Thy reigning Grace I fing.

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Thine is the Pow'r; behold I he'
In willing Bonds beneath thy Feet.

Now let my Soul arife

And tread the Tempter down;
My Saviour leads me forth
To Conqueft and a Crown.
A feeble Saint fhall win the Day,
ThoughDeath and Hell obftruct theWay.

HYMN XCV.

WITH Extaly of Joy

Extol his glorious Name,

Who rais'd the fpacious Earth,
And rais'd our ruin'd Frame:

He built the Church who built the Sky,
Shout and exalt his Honours high.

See the Foundation laid

By Pow'r and Love divine,

Jefus, his firft-born Son,

How bright his Glories fhine! Low he defcends, in Duft he lies,

That from his Tomb a Church might rife.

3 But he forever lives;

Nor for h.mfelf alone;

Each Saint new Life derives
From him, the living Stone:

His Influence spreads through every Soul,
And in one Houfe unites the Whole,
To him with Joy we move;

In him cemented stand;

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The living Temple grows,
And owns the Founder's Hand.
That Structure, Lord, ftill higher raise,
Louder to found its Builder's Praife.

Defcend and shed abroad
The tokens of thy Grace,

And with more radiant Beams
Let Glory fill the Place:
Our joyful Souls fhall proftrate fall,
And own, our God is Ail in All.

HYMN XCVI.

WHENIfra'lfreed from Pharaoh's Hand,

Left the proud Tyrant and his Land,
The Tribes with cheerful Homage own
Their King, and Judah was his Throne.
2 Across the Deep their Journey lay;
The Deep divides to make them Way:
Jordan beheld their March, and filed
With backward Current to his Head.

3 The Mountains fhook like frighted Sheep,
Like Lambs the little Hillocks leap!
Not Sinai on her Bafe could ftand,
Conscious of fov'reign Pow'r at hand.

4 What Pow'r could make the Deep divide? Make Jordan backward roll his Tide? Why did ye leap, ye little Hills?

And whence the Fright that Sinai feels?

5 Let ev'ry Mountain, ev'ry Flood,
Retire, and know th' approaching God,
The King of Ifra'l: See him here;
Tremble, thou Earth, adore and fear.
6 He thunders, and all Nature mourns,
The Rock to ftanding Pools he turns;
Flints fpring. with Fountains at his Word,
And Fires and Seas confefs their Lord.
XCVII.

THO

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HOU God of glorious Majefty,
To thee against myself, to thee
A Worm of Earth I cry;
An half awaken'd Child of Man,
An Heir of endless Bliss or Pain,
A Sinner born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow Neck of Land,
"Twixt two unbounded Seas I ftand
Secure, infenfible:

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A Point of Life, a Moment's Space
Removes me to that heav'nly Place,
Or fhuts me up in Hell.

O God, mine inmoft Soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful Heart
Eternal Things impress:

Give me to feel their folemn Weight,
And tremble on the Brink of Fate,
And wake to Righteoufnefs.

Before me place in dread Array,
The Pomp of that tremendous Day,
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When thou with Clouds fhalt come
To judge the Nations at thy Bar:
And tell me, Lord, fhall I be there
To meet a joyful Doom?

5 Be this my one great Business here,
With ferious Industry and Fear,
My future Blifs t' infure,
Thine utmost Counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous Will,
And to the End endure.

6 Then, Saviour, then my Soul receive, Transported from this Vale, to live, And reign with thee above,

Where Faith is fweetly loft in Sight,
And Hope in full fupreme Delight,
And everlasting Love.

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THE Lord

XCVIII.

HE Lord my Pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a Shepherd's Care, His Prefence shall my Wants fupply, And guard me with a watchful Eye; My Noon-day Walks he fhall attend, And all my Midnight Hours defend. 2 When in the fultry Glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty Mountain pant, To fertile Vales, and dewy Meads My weary, wand'ring Steps he leads; Where peaceful Rivers foft and flow, mid the verdant Landskip flow.