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Jefus, and all in him, is theirs,
They are adopted Sons and Heirs
Of God, thro' Grace divine :
Their Sins are pardon'd in his Blood,
And with his Righteoufnefs endow'd,
How glorious do they fhine.

God is their own, and God is Love,
And they have all in Heav'n above,
What can they covet more?
Or what can true Believers want,
Why are they Difcontent or Faint,
They have an endless Store.

To God the Father, King fupreme,
And Chrift, who did the World redeem,
And thee, the Holy Ghost:
In Effence one, in Perfons three,
Immortal Praise and Glory be,
By all the heav'nly Hoft.

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Eph. vi. 11, 12. Put on the whole Armour, &c.

Soldiers, hear the Trumpet founding,

Men of War,

Now prepare,

In Chrift's ftrength abounding.

See your Captain juft before ye,
Boldly Fight

In his Might,

Win a Crown of Glory..

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Gird the Gofpel Truths around you,

Keep them close,
Then your Foes

Never fhall confound you.

Jefu's Righteousness imputed,
And impreft

On your Breaft,

Is a Robe well fuited.

Take the Gospel Preparation,
Walk in Peace,
Never cease,

From pure Conversation.

Truft in Jefu's Blood and Merit,
Keep his Word,

Take the Sword

Of his holy Spirit.

Take the Helmet of Salvation,

Baffle Snares,

Caft off Fears,

Fight thro' Tribulation..

Fight in Faith, ftill waxing ftronger,

Win the Day,

Force your Way,

"Till you more than Conquer.

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For publick Worship.

COME deareft Saviour from above,
And fill our Hearts with Grace;

And.

And sweetly fhed abroad thy Love,
And kindly fhew thy Face.

Into thy Temple, Lord, we come,
To hear what thou fhalt fay;
O do not fend us empty Home,
Left we faint by the Way.

How happy 'tis, when Men agree,
And join with one Accord,
In bands of Truth and Unity,

To love and praise the Lord.

Remove whate'er our Souls may part
From thee, and thy dear Son ;
In close Communion join each Heart,
And melt us into one.

Thy Tabernacles here below
Refemble Heav'n above,

Where living ftreams of Pleasure flow,
And Rivers full of Love.

HYMN

The fame.

CLXXIV.

LORD, how awful is the Place,

Where thou art pleas'd to fhew thy Face,

And manifeft thy Love:

How we rejoice when thou art near,
Our folemn Meetings then appear

A type of Heaven above..

Come

Come here and fee, and taste how sweet
It is, when God's dear Children meet,
To call upon the Lord :

Their Hearts are knocking at his Gate,
In Silence at his Feet they wait,
They wait to hear his Word.

Their Praifes eccho thro' the Skies,
O may our pureft. Wishes rife,

Our warm Affections move :
How bright, how lovely they appear,
While Jefu's Righteoufnefs they wear,
And praise the God of Love.

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Praying for Compaffion.

DYING Friend of Sinners hear us,
Humbly at thy Crofs we lie,

In thine Ordinance be near us,
Now the Ungodly justify:
Let thy Bowels of Compaflion,
To thy ranfom'd Creatures move,,
Shew us all thy great Salvation,
God of Truth, and God of Love.

By thy meritorious Dying,
Save us from this Death of Sin,
By thy precious Blood's applying,
Make our inmoft Nature clean;
By thy Spirit Circumcife us,
Kindle in our Hearts a Flame,
By thy Baptifm baptize us,
Into all thy glorious Name.

Hear

Hear, O hear our Pray'r unceafing,
(Canft thou turn away thy Face,)
Send us down the purchas'd bleffing,
Fullness of the Gospel Grace;
Give us worthily t'adore thee,
Thou our full Redeemer be,
Give us Pardon, Grace and Glory,
Peace and Power, and Heav'n in thee.

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HE 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 doth he chide my Stay,

Rife, my Love, and come away.

The fcatter'd Clouds are fled at laft,
The Rain is gone, the Winter's past,
The lovely vernal Flow'rs appear,
The feather'd Quires invite our Ears:
Now with fweetly penfive Moan,

Coes the Turtle-Dove alone.

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 doth be chide my Stay,

Rife, my Love, and come away.

HYMN

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