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4 My willing foul would ftay,
In fuch a frame as this,
And fit, and fing herself away,
To everlasting blifs.

CXXVIII. God's Eternity

'RISE, rife my foul, and leave the ground,

Stretch all my thoughts abroad;

And rouze up ev'ry tuneful found,

To praise th' eternal God.

2 Long e'er the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah fill'd his throne;

Or Adam form'd, or angels made,
The maker liv'd alone.

3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; Eternity's his dwelling-place,

4

And ever is his time.

While like a tide our minutes flow,

The present and the past ;

He fills his own immortal NOW,

And see our ages waste.

5. The fea and sky muft perish too,

And vaft deftruation come!

The creatures, look how old they grow!
And wait their fiery doom.

6 Well,

6 Well, let the sea shrink all away,
And flame melt down the fkies;
My God fhall live an endless day,
When th' old creation dies.

CXXIX. The Offices of Chrift,

I

W

E bless the prophet of the Lord,
Who comes with truth and grace;

Jefus, thy fpirit and thy word,

Shall lead us in thy ways.

2 We rev'rence our high-prieft above,
Who offer'd up his blood,

And lives to carry on his love,
By pleading with our God.

3 We honour our exalted king;
How fweet are his commands !
He guards our fouls from hell and fin,
By his Almighty hands.

4 Hofanna to his glorious name,
Who faves by diff'rent ways;
His mercies lay a fov'reign claim
To our immortal praise.

CXXX. Celestial Aid invoked for

the Propagation of the Gospel.

ESUS, by all in heav'n ador'd,
Glorious Jehovah, source of light;

Whose

Whofe fov'reign, all-producing word
Call'd forth the day from darkeft night;
Now propagate the gospel-found,

To the benighted world around.

2 Shine forth, thou fun of righteousness, In ev'ry land, thy beams difplay; With light divine, the nations bless,

And mists, and darkness chafe away:
Each drowsy, thoughtless foul alarm,
And fhew the world thy faving arm.

3 O fend the blessed tidings fofth,
On swifteft pinions may they fly,
From east to west, from fouth to north,
To ev'ry kingdom far and nigh.
O let them travel with the fun,
And round the globe with mercy run.

4 Soften the hearts of harden'd jezus ;
Pity the gentiles dark and blind;
Send forth thy heralds with the news
Of grace and love, to all mankind.
Give them a trumpet's voice, O Lord,
Wherewith to found thy gofpel-word.

5 Haften the much defired day,

When knowledge shall the earth o'erflow, As waters do the spacious fea;

And all the Lord their God fhall know: Then shout ye ifles-his grace proclaim, And fing the great Redeemer's name.

CXXXI

CXXXI. Praise the Redeemer.

I

Y foul, let all thy nobler pow'rs
In harmony combine;

MY

Awake, and fing my Saviour's love,
So matchlefs, fo divine.

2 Let all within me bless and praise,
My high-exalted king;

When he's the fubject of the fong,
Who can forbear to fing?

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 spotlefs Lamb refolves to fall
A bloody facrifice,

To refcue rebels doom'd to death,
The prince of glory dies!

5 So, conq'ring fin, and death, and hell,
Arofe, and left the grave;
And to the highest heav'n afcends,
Completely there to fave.

6 Thence in due time, he will return,

With a celeftial train

Of faints and angels, and amidst
Those fhining troops shall reign.

CXXXII.

CXXXII. The Brazen Serpent.

W

HEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery ferpents greatly pain'd,

A ferpent ftrait the prophet made
Of molten brafs, to view difplay'd.

2 Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heav'n their mournful fighs afcend;
They hope, they look, while from the pole,
Defcends a pow'r that makes them whole.

3 But, O, what healing to the heart,

Doth our Redeemer's crofs impart !
What life, by faith, our fouls receive!
What pleasures do his forrows give !

4 Still may I view the bloody cross;
And other objects count but lofs:
Here ftill be fix'd my feafted eyes,
And fee, with joy, the facrifice.

5 Jefus the Saviour! balmy name !

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Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim;
By thy atoning blood set free,

My life, my hope, is all from thee.

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