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Lord, by thee alone respected,
We can wipe our weeping Eyes :

Hallelujah, &c.

Glory be, &c.
Though no fingle Soul approves us,
Shall it make our Hope the less;
May we know our Saviour loves us,
May we feel an inward Peace :

Hallelujah, &c.

Glory be, &c.
Lord, accomplish all our Wishes,
With full Glories on us shine,
Kiss us with ten thousand Kisses,
Better is thy Love than Wine:

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
May we fing before thy Throne.

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CHA

Hildren of God arise,

Awake and understand,
The World's delusive Joys despise,

And look to God's right Hand;
There is your happy Place,

By Jesus Christ prepar'd,
Ye Sons of Sorrow, and of Grace,

There is your great Reward.
If Heav'n may be our Rest,

And God our Souls will guide, We seek no more, no more requesty, Nor ask we ought beside :

H 3

Let Let us but reach at last,

The Palace of our God,
The bitter Cup we'll gladly taste,

And run the rugged Road.

H Y M N

CLXIII.

Declaring Chrif's Righteousness.

W

E, with boldness will declare,

Thy Miracles of Grace, In the Congregation tell,

Of thy fure Righteousness : How can we our Lips refrain ?

Thy Righteousness we must impart, Lord shall we, for fear of Man,

Conceal it in our Heart.

Happy he who e'er believes

The Embassy of Peace, Who at Jesu's Hand receives

The Gift of Righteousness : God is his Salvation's God,

The Lord is his Almighty Shield, He with Grace shall be endow'd,

And then with Glory fillid.

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IS done! th'atoning Work is done!
Jesus, the Wo d's Redeemer Dies,

All

All Nature feels th'important Groan,
Loud ecchoing thro' the Earth and Skies :
The Earth doth to her Center quake,
And Heav'n, as Hell's deep gloom, is black.
The Temple's Veil is rent in twain,
While Jefus meekly bows his Head,
The Rocks resent his mortal Pain,
The yawning Graves give up their Dead ;
The Bodies of the Saints arise,
Reviving as the Saviour Dies.
And shall not we his Death partake,
In sympathetick Anguish groan,
O Saviour, let thy Paffion shake
Our Earth, and rend our Hearts of Stone :
To second Life our Souls restore,
And 'wake us, that we sleep no more.

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LL thanks to the Lamb, who gives us

[ to meet, His Love we proclaim, his Praises repeat, We own him our Jefus, continually near, To pardon and bless us, and comfort us here. O what shall we do, our Saviour to Love, To make us anew, come Lord, from above ! The fruit of thy Paffion, thy Holiness give, Give us the Salvation of all that believe. Come Jesus, and loose the ftammerer's tongue, And teach even us, th' fpiritual Song:

Let us, without ceasing, give thanks for thy

[Grace, And Glory, and Blessing, and Honour, and

[ Praise. Pronounce the glad Word, and bid us be free, Ah ! haft thou not, Lord, a Blessing for me? The Peace thou haft giv'n, this Moment

[impart, And open thy Heav'n, O Love, in my Heart.

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HA

APPY the Souls to Jesus join'd,

And fav'd by Grace alone;
Walking in all thy Ways, they find

Their Heav'n on Earth begun.
The Church, triumphant in thy Love,

Their mighty Joys we know ;
They fing the Lamb in Hymns above,

And we in Hymns below.
Thee, in thy glorious Realms, they praise,

And bow before thy Throne ;
We, in the Kingdom of thy Grace,

The Kingdoms are but one. The holy, to the holieft leads,

From hence our Spirits rise; And he that in thy Statutes treads, Shall meet thee in the Skies.

Η Υ Μ Ν

H Y M N

CLXVII.

At the Consecration or Dedication of a Church.

SA

AVIOUR be pleas'd to meet us here,

And Thew some tokens of thy Love,
Let us believe, and feel thee near,
And all thy choiceft Blessings prove,
And

every time we here adore, Fresh Mercies on us freely pour.

May this be call’d an House of Pray'r,
By all who come to view this Place :
May they acknowledge God is here,
And see the Glories of thy Face :
And from his threshold ne'er remove,
'Till they have feasted on his Love.

When Sinners come to hear thy Word,
May Jesus pierce and wound their Hearts,
May they to Life be all restor’d,
And feel the Joy his Death imparts;
Repent, and Aee from future Wrath,.
And lay fast hold on Christ by Faith...

May Saints, for whom the Saviour Dy'd,
For Strength and Comfort here repair,
In Faith and Love be edify'd,
And stronger Confolations share:
Return, with Hearts infam'd with Joy,
And then his Praise their Lips Employe.

May Seekers here their Saviour find,
And mourn no more an abfent God:

TO

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