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O let me hear thy voice divine
Pronounce the glorious bleffing mine;
Enroll'd among thy happy poor,

My largest wishes ask no more.

Mrs. STEELE.

Hymn CCXCVIII. Common Metre. [*]

The Invitation. Ifaiah Iv.

"Where living waters flow;
"VE thirsty fouls, approach the spring

Free to that facred fountain, all

Without a price may go.

2 "How long to ftreams of falfe delight Will ye in crouds repair?

How long your ftrength and fubftance wafte
On trifles light as air?

3 "My ftores afford thofe rich fupplies
That health and pleasure give;
Incline your ear, and come to me;
The foul that hears fhall live.

"With you a cov'nant I will make,
That ever fhall endure;

The hope which gladden'd David's heart
My mercy hath made fure.

"Behold he comes, your Leader comes,
With might and honour crown'd;
A witnefs who fhall fpread my name
To earth's remoteft bound.

6"See, nations haften to his call
From every distant shore ;

Iflands unknown fhall bow to him,
And Ifrael's God adore."

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Scotch Paraphrafes.

Hymn CCXCIX. Common Metre. [*]

The Gospel Feaft.

E wretched, hungry, ftarving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy fpreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.

2 See Jefus ftands with open arms,
He calls, he bids you come :
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
But fee, there yet is room!
3 In Jefus' condescending heart
Both love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the foul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 Come, then, and with his people taste
The bleffings of his love,
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thoufand fouls rejoice,
In extafies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing fouls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

Mrs. STEELE,

Hymn CCC. Common Metre. [* or b

True and Falfe Zeal.

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ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame
The fire of love supplies;

Whilft that which often bears the name,
Is felf but in difguife.

True zeal is merciful and mild,

Can pity and forbear;

The falfe is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace;

But felf contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attain'd its higheft aim,
Its end is fatisfy'd,

If finners love the Saviour's name,
Nor feeks it aught befide.

5 But felf, however well employ'd,
Has its own ends in view;
And fays, as boafting Jehu cry'd,
"Come, fee what I can do."

6 Self may its own reward obtain, And be applauded here;

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But zeal the best applaufe will gain
When Jefus fhall appear.

This idol felf, O Lord, dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;
And let no zeal by us be shown
But that which springs from love.

NEWTONS

ASCRIPTIONS and BENEDICTIONS,

Founded on TEXTS of SCRIPTURE; to be fung at the End of Pfalms and Hymns, in various

Metres.

I.

Common Metre.-Single.

Phil. iv. 7.

MAY peace which from the Lord pro

ceeds,

Which Chrift alone imparts,
Which human knowledge far exceeds,
Preferve and keep our hearts.
II.

Pfalm xxviii. 9.

Lord, blefs thy people, who to thee
Do all their fafety owe;

Feed thou thy flock, and raise them up
When they are fallen low.

III.

Revelations v 13.

Unknown.

Bleffing and honour, glory, power,
By all in earth and heaven,
To him who fits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.

IV.`

Another.

To him who fits upon the throne,

The God whom we adore;

TATE.

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Let ev'ry creature bow the head
To God's exalted Són;

Since God hath rais'd him from the dead,
And plac'd him on his throne:

Let ev'ry mortal tongue confess
That Jefus is the Lord;

Thus, when the Saviour's name we blefs,
The Father is ador'd;

VI.

Hebrews xiii. 20, 21.

Now may the God of peace and love,
Who from the fhades of death
Reftor'd the Shepherd of the fheep
To draw immortal breath,

Enrich our fouls with every grace,
That we may do his will;

And all that's pleafing in his fight,
Infpire us to fulfil.

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RIPPON'S Colléction!

Revelations i. 5, 6.

To him who wash'd us from our fins

In his own precious blood;

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