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HYMN 138.

GRATITUDE.

HEN all thy mercies, O my GOD,
My rifing foul furveys,
Tranfported with the view I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Thy providence my life fuftain'd,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the filent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

3 Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant-heart conceiv'd
From whom thofe comforts flow'd.

4

When in the flipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedlefs fteps I ran;

Thine arm, unfeen, convey'd me safe,
And led me on to man.

5 When worn by ficknefs oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.

6 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

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Thro' ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death in diftant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

8 When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more;
My ever-grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy fhall adore.

9 Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful fong I'll raife;
For O eternity's too fhort
To utter all thy praise.

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HYMN 139.

HAT fhall we render unto thee, Thou glorious LORD of life and pow'r !

Teach us to bow the humble knee;
Teach us with thankfulness t' adore;
To praife thee as thy faints above,
To praife thee for thy wondrous love.
2 When like loft fheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful Shepherd's eye;
When born along th' impetuous tide
Of this world's fin and vanity;

Our Jesus from the heav'ns came down,
To fave us by his grace alone.

3 He bore our fins upon the tree,

(To feek and fave the loft he came) There was he bound to fet us free,

From death and everlasting fhame: The captive flock from hell was freed, And ranfom'd when their Shepherd bled. 4 Before the Father's awful throne, Our merciful High priest he stands, And interceding for his own,

The purchas'd remnant now demands; His people's everlasting friend, Who loving, loves them to the end. 5 May we, his banish'd ones, rejoice,

Him for our LORD and God to own;
To take him as our only choice,

And cleave to him in love alone;
Be growing up in holiness,

Then meet him in the realms of blifs,

HYMN 140.

A Thousand foes prepare to war

Against a feeble faint

JESUS, in my behalf appear,
And chear me, left I faint.

2 Give me an heart divorc'd from fin,
Shut up from worldly care;

Conftant, fincere, and fervent in
The exercise of pray❜r.

Watchful in ev'ry work and word,
Ready to speak thy praise;

Arm'd with thy Spirit's two-edg'd fword,
And cloth'd with ev'ry grace.

4 Fill'd with a godly filial fear,
A conftant jealous care;

Left I from the right path fhould err,
Or fall into a snare.

5 To ev'ry earthly object dead;
Alive to things above;
Conform'd unto my living Head,
And fill'd with burning love.

6 Let furious heats no more moleft,
Nor paffions chafe my mind;
Quench all ill tempers in my breast,
And make me meek and kind.

7 Grant me a serious, sober mind,
From levity fet free;

That I may fhew to all mankind
Thine image, LORD, in me.

8 Affume in me thy dwelling-place,
Thy temple, and thy throne,
Then ftubborn felf shall bend to grace,
And Antichrift fall down.

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HYMN 141.

ADORING CHRIST.

RETHREN, let us join to blefs
JESUS CHRIST, our joy and peace;
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right hand in heav'n!

2 Master, fee! to thee we bow,
Thou art LORD, and only thou;
Thou the bleffed virgin's feed,
Glory of thy church, and Head.

3 Thee the angels ceaseless fing,
Thee we praise our Priest and King;
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.

4 Thou haft the glad tidings brought,
Of falvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church! and we
Worship in their

company.

5 We thy little flock adore
Thee the LORD, for evermore 1
Ever with us fhew thy love,
Till we join with thofe above!