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4 "Be wife as ferpents where you go,
But harmless as the peaceful dove;
And let your heav'n-taught conduct show
That you're commiffion'd from above.
5 "Freely from me ye have receiv'd;
Freely in love to others give;

Thus fhall your doctrines be believ'd,
And by your labours, finners live.
6" All power is trufted in my hands,
I will protect you and defend;
Whilft thus you follow my commands,
I'm with you till the world shall end.”
7 Happy thofe fervants of the Lord,
Who thus their Mafter's will obey!
How rich, how full is their reward,
Referv'd until the final day !

Dymn CCLIV.

Common Metre. [*]

Divine Goodness to Man.

HY wifdom, power and goodness, Lord,
In all thy works appear;

But man thy bounties fhall record,
For thy diftinguish'd care.

2 From thee, the breath of life we drew,
That breath thy power maintains;
Thy tender mercy, ever new,

Our brittle frame fuftains.

3 Yet nobler gifts demand our praife,
Of reafon's light poffefs'd;

By revelation's brighter rays
Still more divinely bleft.

4 Thy providence our conflant guard,
When threat'ning woes impend,

Will either threat'ning dangers ward,
Or timely fuccours lend.

5 On us thy providence has fhone
With its propitious rays;

Olet cur lips and lives make known
Thy goodness and thy praife.

6 All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart;
O teach us to improve

Thy gifts with ever grateful heart,
And crown them with thy love.

Mrs. STEELE.

bpmn CCLV. Short Metre. [or]

The Voice of Wisdom.

IS wifdom's earnest cry,
Wifdom, the voice of God,

TW

To young and old, the low and high,
She fpeaks his will abroad.

2 Within the human breaft
Her ftrong monitions plead,
She thunders her divine protest
Against th' unrighteous deed.
3 Within the holy place,

She calls with open arms;

"How long, ye fools, will you embrace Folly's deceiving charms?"

4

"The race of men I love;
In mercy I chaftife;

Severely faithful, I reprove;
Hear, mortals, and be wife.
"My doors are open wide;
My table fpread within;
Come then, ye fimple, turn afide,
And leave the paths of fin.
S

3

Far, far above our humble fongs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
Yet whilft around his board we meet,
And worship at his facred feet,

O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And whilft we taste the bread and wine,
Defire to feed on joys divine.

5 Let faith our feeble fenfes aid,

To fee thy wond'rous love difplay'd;
Thy broken flefh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleafing anguifh flow;
And thy forgiving love impart,
Life, hope and joy to every heart.

Hymn CCLIX.

Mrs. STEELE.

Long Metre. [*]

The Heavenly Conqueror.

10 Jefus, our victorious Lord,
The praifes of our lives belong;

Forever be his name ador'd,

-The subject of each thankful fong. 2 Enflav'd by fin, befet by foes, Undone and perifhing, we lay; His pity melted o'er our woes, To fave the trembling, dying prey. 3 He fought, he conquer'd, though he fell, Whilft with his laft expiring breath

He triumph'd o'er the powers of hell,
And, by his dying, vanquish'd death.
4 Now on his Father's throne he reigns,
And all the tuneful choir above
Refound, in high immortal strains,
The praises of victorious love.
5 Though ftill furviving foes arise,
Temptations, fins, and doubts appear,
And pain our hearts, and fill our eyes,
With many a groan, and many a tear ;
6 Still fhall we fight, and ftill prevail,
In our almighty Leader's name;
His ftrength, whene'er our fpirits fail,
Shall all our active powers inflame.
7 Immortal honours wait above,

To crown the dying Conq'ror's brow;
And endless peace, and joy, and love,
For the fhort war fuftain'd below.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCLX.

Long Metre.

[b]

The Lord's Supper.

WAS on that dark and doleful night,

'T When powers

of earth and hell arofe

Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began, He took the bread, and bleft, and brake; What love through all his actions ran; What wond'rous words of grace he spake! 3 "This is my body, broke for fin, Receive and eat the living food :"

Then took the cup, and bleft the wine,
"'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.”
4" In mem'ry of your dying Lord,
Do this (he faid) till time fhall end;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed friend."
Jefus, thy feaft we celebrate,

We fhow thy death, we fing thy name;
Till thou return, and we fhall eat
The marriage fupper of the Lamb.

WATTS.

Hymn CCLXI. Com. Metre. [or]

V

The New Birth.

AIN are the hopes the fons of men
On their own works have built;

The carnal mind is all unclean,

And all its actions guilt.

2 Let Jew and Gentile ftop their mouth,
Without a murm'ring word;

And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we afk God's righteous law
To juftify us now ;

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When, to convince and to condemn
Is all the law can do.

4 Not all the outward forms on earth,

Nor rites that Mofes

gave;

Nor will of men, nor blood, nor birth,
The guilty race can fave.

God's Spirit, like a heavenly wind,

Blows on the fens of flesh;

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