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Hymn CXLIV. Common Metre. [*]

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The Gafpel Invitation.

ET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gofpel founds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, ftarving fouls,
Who feed upon the wind;
And vainly ftrive with earthly toys
To fill th' immortal mind!

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A foul reviving feaft;

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provifion tafte.

4 Ho ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die 3

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With ftreams that never dry.

Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 O Lord, the treafures of thy love
Are deep, unfathom'd mines;
Deep as our helplefs miferies are,
And boundlefs as our fins.

7 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
We humbly feek that rich supply
That drives our wants away.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLV. Long Metre. [or]

True Charity.

ET men of high conceit and zeal Their fervours and their faith proclaim; If charity be wanting ftill,

The rest is but a founding name.

2 Patient and meek fhe suffers long,
And flowly her refentments rife;
Soon the forgets the greatest wrong,
And foon the angry paffion dies.
3 She envies none their better state,
But makes her neighbour's blifs her own;
Nor vaunts herself with mind elate,
But ftill a modest air puts on.

4 Her neighbour's infamy and ill
To her no entertainment give;
She's pleas'd to fee him profper ftill,
And ftill in good repute to live.

5 This is the grace that reigns on high,
And will forever brightly burn,

When hope fhall in enjoyment die,
And faith to intuition turn,

Hymn CXLVI.

Long Metre.

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The Conquest of Michael over the Dragon.
ET mortal tongues attempt to fing
The wars of heaven, when Michael food,

Appointed by the eternal King,

To fight the battles of our God.
2 Against the dragon and his hoft,
The armies of the Lord prevail;
In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their courage links, their weapons fail

3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown,
Down to the earth his legions fell;
Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And fhook the dreadful deeps of hell.
4 Now is the hour of darkness past,
Chrift hath affum'd his reigning power ;
Behold the great accufer caft

Down from the fkies, to rife no more.
5 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb,
Thine armies trod the dragon down;
'Twas by thy word and powerful name,
They gain'd the battle and renown.
Rejoice, ye heavens, let every star
Shine with new glories round the fky;
Saints, while ye fing the heavenly war,
Raife your Deliverer's name on high.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLVII. Common Metre. [orb]

Frail Bodies, and God our Preferver.

ET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;

But we'll confefs, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grafs, our bodies ftand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blafting wind fweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grafs away.

3 Our flesh contains a thousand springs,
And dies if one be gone;

Strange! that a harp of thoufand ftrings
Should keep in tune fo long!

4 But 'tis our God fupports our frame,
The God who made us firft;

Salvation to th' almighty Name

That rear'd us from the dust.

5 Whilft we have breath, or ufe our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore;

His Spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breathe no more.

WATTS.

Hymn CXLVIII. Short Metre. Lorb]

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Catholicifm.

ET party names no more

The Chriftian world o'erfpread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free Are one in Chrift their head.

2 Among the faints on earth,

Let mutual love be found; Heirs of the fame inheritance, With mutual bleffings crown'd. 3 Let envy, child of hell,

Be banish'd far away;

Thofe fhould in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the fame Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below

Refemble that above;

Where ftreams of pleasure always flow,

And every heart is love.

BEDDOME.

Hymn CXLIX. Common Metre. [ ar b]

Charity greater than Faith or Hope.
ET Pharifees of high esteem,
Their faith and zeal declare,

All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there,

2 Love fuffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok'd in hafte ;
She lets the present inj'ry die,
And long forgets the past.

3 Malice and rage, thofe fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill,
Though the endures the wrong.

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She ne'er defires nor feeks to know
The fcandals of the time;
Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies thofe who climb.

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She lays her own advantage by,
To feek her neighbour's good;
So God's own Son came down to die,
And fave us by his blood.

Love is the grace that keeps her power
In the bleft realms above;

There faith and hope are known no more,
But faints forever love.

WATTS

Hymn CL. Common Metre. [* or b

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Sincerity.

ET thofe who bear the chriftian name
Their promifes fulfil;

The faints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

True to the folemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they fwear;
Conftant and juft to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips, their hearts agree
Nor flattering words devife;

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