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6 The happy Gates of Gospel-Grace
stand open Night and Day:
H Y M N XV.
proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderfulName; The Name all victorious of Jesus extol;
His Kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; And still he is nigh, his Presence we have : ThegreatCongregationhis Triumphshallfing,
Alcribing Salvation to Jesus our King. 3 Salvation to God, who sits on the Throne;
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son :
Falldownontheir Faces,andworshipthe Lamb. 4 Then let us adore and give him his Right,
AllGloryand Pow'r,and Wisdom and Might; All Honour and Blessing, with Angels above, AndThanksnever ceasing,and infinite Love.
H Y M N XVI. · RAISE your triumphant Songs
To an immortal Tune ;
Celestial Grace has done. 2 Sing how eternal Love
Its chief Beloved chose,
And bid him raise our wretched Race
From their Abyss of Woes. 3 His Hand no Thunder bears,
No Terror clothes his Brow; No Bolts to drive our guilty Souls
To fiercer Flames below.
And Wrath ftood filent by,
To Rebels doom'd to die.
Let hopeless Sorrow cease; Bow to the Sceptre of his Love,
And take the offer'd Peacé. 6 May we obey the Call,
And lay an humble Claim
H Y M N XVII.
What Pleasure to our Ears !
Blesfing, Honour, Praise and Power,
Praise the Lord.
While all the Armies of the Sky
Blessing, Honour,Praise and Power, &c. 3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the Praise belongs;
HY MN XVIII.
Let ev'ry trembling Thought be gone; Awake, and run the heav nly Race,
And put a cheerful Courage on.
And mortal Spirits tire and faint;
That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint:
Is ever new and cver young;
Their everlasting Circles run. 4
From thee, the ever-flowing Spring,
From mortal Streams shall droop and die. 5 Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air,
We'll mount aloft to thy Abode;
H. Y M N XIX.
I AWAKE, my Soul, and with the Sun
Thy daily Stage of Duty run;
To pay thy morning Sacrifice.
Live this Day as if'twere thy last;
'Gainst the great Day thyself prepare. 3 Let all thy Converse be fincere,
Thy Conscience as the Noon-Day clear,
And all thy secret Thoughts surveys. 4 Glory to God, who safe hath kept,
And hath refresh'd me while I Nept;
I may of endless Life partake.
All I delign, or do, or fay;
In thy fole Glory may unite. 6 Praise God from whom all Blessings Aow;
Praise him, all Creatures here below;
HY MN XX, 1 GOD OD of the Morning, at whose Voice
The cheerful Sun makes haste to rise, And like a Giant doth rejoice
To run his Journey thro' the Skies. 2 From the fair Chambers of the East
The Circuit of his Race begins,
Round the whole Earth he flies and shines, 3 O like the Sun may I fulfil
Th'appointed Duties of the Day,
March on and keep my heav'nly Way. 4 But I shall rove and lose the Race,
If God, my Sun, shall disappear,
To follow'ev'ry wand'ring Star. 5 Lord, thy Commands are clean and pure,
Enlight’ning our beclouded Eyes;
Thy Gospel makes the Simple wise. 6 Give me thy Councel for my Guide,
And then receive me to thy Bliss;
H Y M N XXI.
falutes thy waking Eyes; Once more, my Voice, thy Tribute pay to him that rolls the Skies.