2 We are come; but unto Sion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the innumerable hoft

Of angels cloath'd in light, Behold the spirits of the juft

Whose faith is turn'd to fight!

4 To that affembly are we come

Whose names are writ in heaven,
To God the judge, to Chrift by whom
He hath our fins forgiven.

5 The faints on earth and all the dead
But one communion are;

All join in Christ, their living head,
And in his glories share.

6 In fuch fociety as this

My willing foul would reft:

The man that dwells where Jefus is,

Must be for ever bleft.

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PSALM XLI.

PSALM XLĮ.

Defire of improvement in the chriftian character.

1 LONG have I fat beneath the found

Of thy falvation, Lord;

Yet ftill how low my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain :
What faint impreffions of thy grace
My languid powers retain.

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How cold and feeble is my love,

How negligent my fear,

How weak my hope of joys above,
How few affections there!

4 Great God, thy fovereign aids impart
To give thy word fuccefs;
Write all its precepts on my heart,
And deep it's truths imprefs.

5 Oh, speed my progrefs in the way
That leads to joys on high,

Where knowledge grows without decay,

And love fhall never die.

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PSALM XLII.

PSALM XLII.

Praife due to God and acceptable to him.

1 HOW glorious is our heavenly king,
Who reigns above the sky;
How fhall the fons of Adam fing
His awful majefty!

2 How great his power is none can tell,
Nor think how wide his love;

Not their enlarged minds who dwell
Before his throne above.

3 Not angels that ftand round the Lord
Can utter all his praise :

They owe their being to his word,

Their triumphs to his

grace.

4 Then let us join this holy train,

And our best offerings bring

This awful God will not disdain

The heart-breath'd praise we fing.

PSALM XLIII.

Perfections of God manifested in his works and

vidence.

1 PRAISE ye the almighty power of God,

Who bade the mountains rife,

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Who spread the flowing feas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

2 Praise ye his wifdom who ordains The fun to rule the day;

By whom the moon her courfe maintains, And whom the stars obey.

3 Praise ye the goodness of the Lord,
Who fills the earth with food,
Who form'd his creatures by a word,
And then pronounc'd them good.

4 Lord, how thy wonders are display'd,
Where'er we turn our eyes;
If we furvey the ground we tread,
Or gaze upon the skies!

5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arife, and tempefts blow,
By order from thy throne.

6 Creatures, as num'rous as they be,
Depend upon thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.

7 In heaven he fhines with beams of love, With wrath in hell beneath;

'Tis on his earth we ftand or move, And 'tis his air we breathe.

8 His hand is our perpetual guard,
Were it withdrawn we die :
Oh, may we ne'er forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh.

PSALM XLIV.

The advantages of early religion.

HOW happy he whofe early years
Receive instruction well,

Who hates the finners path, and fears
The road that leads to hell!

2 Our youth devoted to the Lord
Is pleafing in his eyes;
No tears of penitence afford
An equal facrifice.

3 'Tis easier work if we begin

To fear the Lord betimes;

While finners that grow old in fin

Are harden'd by their crimes.

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