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Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me.
In Hope believing against Hope,

Jefus, my Lord and God I claim;
Jefus, my Strength, fhall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jefu's Name:
To me he foon fhall bring it nigh,
My Soul fhall then outstrip the Wind,
On Wings of Love mount up on high,
And leave the World and Sin behind.

HYMN CCCCLVI.

THE Voice of my Beloved founds,
Whileo'er the Mountain Tops he bounds,.
He flies exulting o'er the Hills,

And all my Soul with Transport fills.
Gently doth he chide my Stay,
Rife, my Love, and come away.

2 The scatter'd Clouds are fled at laft,
The Rain is gone, the Winter's past,
The lovely vernal Flow'rs appear,
The warbling Choir enchant our Ear;
Now with fweetly penfive Moan,
Cooes the Turtle Dove alone.

3 The Voice of my Beloved founds,
While o'er the Mountain Tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the Hills,

And all my Soul with Tranfport fills.

Gently

Gently doth he chide my Stay,
Rife, my Love, and come away.

HYMN CCCCLVII,

Air. AMB of God, that in the Bofom Of the Father dwelleft high,

Deign to vifit humble Sinners, From thy Reft above the Sky. Chorus. God incarnate, leave thy Glory, Nor abhor the Virgin's Womb; Spread Salvation like a River; Jefus, let thy Kingdom come. Air. Love divine, all Love excelling, Joy of Heaven to Earth come down; Fix in us thy humble Dwelling, All thy faithful Mercies crown. Chorus. Jefus, thou art all Compaffion, Pure unbounded Love thou art, Vifit us with thy Salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling Heart.

Air. Shepherds, did you hear him coming, Whilft you kept your Flocks by Night? Did you fee his Star in Heaven,

Blaze with new created Light?

Chorus. Hafte, ye Magi, come and worship,
See the orient Star before;

Bring your Prefents, Gold and Spices,
Bleft Arabia's balmy Store.

Air. All

Air. All ye joyous Hofts of Heaven,
Loudly fpeak the Saviour's Praife;
Saints and Angels, in full Chorus,
Your teraphic Voices raife.

Chorus. Come, O come, your Hallelujahs
In wide echoing Songs proclaim,
Heaven and Earth with Joy refcunding,
Praise the bleft Redeemer's Name.

HYMN

CCCCLVIII.

All ye Nations of the Earth, to Heav'n your Voices raise; Awake each tuneful Inftrument to fing your Maker's Praise. 2 Jehovah reigns; his facred Page proclaims our happy Lot, That we poor Children in Distress shall never be forgot.

3 Objects of Pity we implore,

O Lord, thy guardian Care:
'Tis thine to hear the Needy cry;
'tis thine to hear their Pray'r.
4 Great Parent of Mankind, by thee
fuftain'd each Creature lives:

Helpless we afk, O blefs the Hand,
the Hand that freely gives.

5 Increase their Store, prolong their Days;
richly thy Grace impart ;

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Accept

Accept our Mite of Gratitude, an humble, thankful Heart. 6 O magnity the Lord with us, with us that God adore, Whose gracious Mercy was, is now, and fhall be evermore.

HYMN CCCCLIX.

Thou God of my Salvation,
My Redeemer from all Sin;
Mov'd by thy divine Compassion,
Thou haft dy'd my Heart to win :
I will praise thee;

Where fhall I thy Praise begin?
2 Tho' unfeen I love the Saviour,
He hath brought Salvation near,
Manifefts his pard'ning Favour,
And when Jefus doth appear,
Soul and Body

3

Shall his glorious Image bear.
While the Angel Choirs are vying,
Glory to the great I AM,

I, with them, will still be crying,
Glory, glory to the Lamb.

O how precious

Is the Sound of Jefu's Name? 4 Now I fee with Joy and Wonder, Whence the gracious Spring arofe; Angel Minds are loft to ponder

Dying Love's mysterious Caufe;
But the Bleffing

Down to all, to me, it flows.

5 This hath fet me all on Fire,

Strongly glows the Flame of Love; Higher mounts my Soul, and higher, Struggles for its fwift Remove;

Then I'll praise thee

In a nobler Strain above.

HYMN CCCCLX.

I WHEN the fierce North Wind with his airy Forces

Rears up the Baltic to a foaming Fury;
And the red Lightning with a Storm of Hail.
Rushing amain down.

comes

2 How the poor Sailors ftand amaz'd and

tremble!

While the hoarfe Thunder, like a bloody : Trumpet,

Roars a loud Onfet to the gaping Waters

Quick to devour them. 3 Such fhall the Noife be, and the wild Disorder, (If Things eternal may be like those earthly) Such the dire Terror whenthe great Archangel Shakes the Creation;

4 Tears the ftrong Pillars ofthe Vault ofHeaven, Breaks up old Marble, the Repofe of Princes; Rr3.

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