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To us it is given in Jesus to know,
A Kingdom of Heaven, a Heaven below.
No longer we join where Sinners invite,
Nor eavy the Swine their brutish Delight;
Their Joy is allSadnefs, their Mirth is allvain,
Their Laughter is Madness, their Pleasure
is Pain.

5 O may they at laft with Sorrow return,
The Pleasure totafteforwhichthey wereborn!
Our Jefus receiving, our Happinels prove,
The Joy of believing, the Heaven of Love,

HYMN

CCCCLXXXII.

LORD, difmifs us with thy Bleffing;
Fill our Hearts with Joy and Peace;
Let us each, thy Love poffeffing,
Triumph in redeeming Grace:
O refresh us, &c.

Trav'ling thro' this Wilderness.

2 Thanks we give and Adoration
For thy Gofpel's joyful Sound:
May the Fruits of thy Salvation
In our Hearts and Lives abound!
Ever faithful, &c.

To the Truth may we be found!

3 So whene'er the Signal's given
Us from Earth to call away,

Borne on Angel's Wing to Heaven,
Glad the Summons to obey,

May

May we ever, &c.
Reign with Chrift in endless Day!

HYMN CCCCLXXXIII.

O,WAS my Heart but form'd for Woe,

What Streams of pitying Tears

fhould flow,

To fee the thoughtlefs Sons of Men Labour and toil, and live in vain! 2 One Thing is needful, one alone; If this be ours, all is our own: 'Tis needful now, 'twill needful be In Death, and thro' Eternity.

3. Without it we are all undone,

Tho' we could call the World our own;
Not all the Joys of Time and Senfe
Can countervail the Lofs immense.

4 Yet, (O the Horrors of the Thought!
The one Thing needful is torgot;
Forgot, while Trifles of an Hour

Our Love, and Hope, and Zeal devour. 5 Hurry, and Toil, and anxious Care, The bufy Life of Mortals share, Till Death compels them to bemoan Their Folly, when their Sands are run. 6 The Blifs of Heav'n they difregard, Hell's flaming Terrors rage unfear'd;

Eternity

Eternity a Trifle feems; Immenfe Realities are Dreams. 7 O Sinners! will you now return? Or must I ftill your Madness mourn? O will you now at length be wife, And strive to gain the only Prize? 8 Great God! that pow'rful Grace of thine, Which rous'd a Soul so dead as mine, Can rouse these thoughtless Sinners too The one Thing needful to pursue.

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HYMN CCCCLXXXIV.

I THE Fire with wild unbounded Pow'r May ruin ev'ry earthly Joy,

And in a swift furprizing Hour

Our Treasures, Homes and Lives destroy: 2 But ftill the Saint its Rage defies, And should Destruction feize his Frame, His unimbodied Soul would rife, And mount to Glory in the Flame. 3 There ftands a Palace built fublime In yonder Heav'ns to which we go Secure from all the Waftes of Time, And all the dire Events below.

4 When Vengeance, kindling all her Fires, Shall ride in Ruin o'er the Ball,

Saints fhall enjoy their full Defires,

Their God, their Saviour, and their All.

HYMN

HYMN CCCCLXXXV.

HAT Joy fhall abound,

I

WH

When our Brethren around

The Throne of our glorious Redeemer are Not a diffonant String

Shall be heard while we fing,

[found!

With the Chorus of Angels, our Saviour

Our Saviour we own

Who fits on the Throne,

and King.

All Praise to the Father and Spirit andSon! We are fav'd by the Lamb,

Let all Heaven proclaim;

Let all Heaven bow down to his wonderful

3 Our Jefus furround,

+

With Majefty crown'd,

[Name.

And Amen to our Praises,yeSeraphim, found;

Lo, he fhews us his Face!

Ye Seraphim, gaze,

Or fall and adore in the Spirit of Praife.

Thus, thus let us lye,

"Till, rais'd by his Eye,

Hallelujah, again Hallelujah, we cry
Progreffively move,

And in Rapture improve,

And Eternity spend to the Praise of his Love.

HYMN CCCCLXXXVI.

JES

I JESUS, we thy Promise plead;
Grant the Things for which we pray!
Give us, Lord, our daily Bread,
This and ev'ry happy Day :
Now our Body's Strength renew;
Feed our needy Spirits too.

2 Comfort ev'ry longing Heart,
Longing thee alone to know:
Nourishment divine impart,

Immaterial Bread beftow,
Bread by which our Souls may live :
Give thyfelf, for ever give!

HYMN CCCCLXXXVII.

FATHER of all,

Who filleft with Good

The Ravens that call
On thee for their Food;
Them, ready to perish,
Thou lov't to sustain :
And wilt thou not cherish
The Children of Men?

2 On thee we depend

Our Wants to fupply, Whofe Goodness fhall fend Us Bread from the Sky: On Earth thou wilt give us