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4 My willing foul would stay,
In such a frame as this,
To everlasting bliss.
CXXVIII. God's Eternity
Stretch all my thoughts abroad ;
To praise th' eternal God.
2 Long e'er the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne ;
The maker liy'd alone.
3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime ;
And ever is his time.
While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past ;
And see our ages waste.
5. The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast deftru&tion come!
6 Well, let the sea fhrink all away,
And flame melt down the skies; My God shall live an endless day..
When th' old creation dies.
CXXIX. The Offices of Chrift, W
E bless the prophet of the Lord,
Who comes with truth and grace ; Fefus, thy spirit and thy word,
Shall lead us in thy ways. 2 We rev'rence our high-priest above,
Who offer'd up his blood, And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.
How sweet arc his commands !
By his Almighty hands.
Who saves by diff'rent ways ; His mercies lay a fou'reign claim
To our immortal praise.
cxxx. Celestial Aid invoked for
ESUS, by all in heav'n ador'd,
Whose sov'reign, all-producing word
Call'd forth the day from darkeft night;
In ev'ry land, thy beams display ;
And mists, and darkness chaferaway:
On swiftest pinions may they ily,
To ev'ry kingdom far and nigh.
4 Soften the hearts of harden'd jewus;
Pity the gentiles, dark and blind ;
Of grace and love, to all mankind.
When knowledge shall the earth o'erflow,
And all the Lord 'their God Mall know : Then shout ye ifles his grace proclaim, And fing the great Redeemer's name.
CXXXI. Praise the Redeemer.
Y soul, let all thy nobler pow'rs 'M"
in harmony combine ; Awake, and fing my Saviour's love,
So matchless, fo divine.
2 Let all within me bless and praise,
My high-exalted king;
Who can forbear to sing?
3 Holy and rev'rend is his name,
How glorious and how sweet! All greatness and all goodness too,
In our Redeemer meet..
4 The spotless Lamb resolves to fall
A bloody facrifice,
The prince of glory dies !
5 So, conq’ring fin, and death, and hell, Arose, and left the
grave; And to the highest heav'n ascends,
Completely there to save.
6 Thence in due time, he will return,
With a celestial train of saints and angels, and amidst
Those shining troops shall reign.
CXXXII. The Brazen Serpent.
HEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
2 Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heav'n their mournful sighs ascend;
3 But, 0, what healing to the heart,
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart !
4. Still may I view the bloody cross;
And other objects count but lofs :
5 Jesus the Saviour ! balmy name !
Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim ;