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And can fuch Rebels be restor'd ?
Such Natures made Divine ? Let Sinners see thy Glory, Lord,
And feel this Power of thine.
We raise our Father's Name on high,
Who his own Spirit sends,
And turns his Foes to Friends.
PSALM XC. Man Frail, and God Eternal,
Our Hope for Years to come ; Our Shelter from the stormy Blast,
And our Eternal Home,
Under the shadow of thy Throne
Still may we dwell secure, Sufficient is thine Arm alone,
And our Defence is fure.
Before the Hills in order stood,
Or Earth receiv'd her Frame ! From Everlasting thou art God,
To endless Years the same.
A thousand Ages in thy Sight,
Are like an Evening gone :
Before the rising Sun.
The busy tribes of Flesh and Blood,
With all their Cares and Fears, Are carry'd downward by the Flood,
And loft in following Years. Time, like an over-rolling Stream
Bears all its Sons away :
Dies at the opening Day.
Our Hope for Years to come,
And our perpetual Home.
For the Conversion of Sinners. Tretch out thine Arm, eternal Lord, Thy People
Save, To-day let Rebels be restor's,
Open the Sinners Grave. Enlighten every blinded Eye,
While Truth thy Mind declares; And while thy Wisdom makes her cry,
Give to the People, Ears.
The Souls lock'd up in Death,
Thy quick’ning Spirit breathe.
Thy Will aloud proclaim :
Let Let stubborn Sinners be constrain'd
To bow to Jesu's Name.
Call all thy Exiles Home :
Restoring and preserving Grace.
Praise God our Maker in our Song,
Grace will compleat what Grace begins,
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Compasion to Sinners.
SHEW thy Compaffion, o our God,
Pity the Sons of Night,
Who hate the Gospel Light.
Jesu, Redeemer of Mankind
Display thy saving Power !
And know their gracious Hour.
(All Goodness as thou art,)
(Or my obdurate Heart.)
Who thee, beneath their Feet have trod,
And Crucify'd afresh;
And turn the Stone to Flesh,
Open their Eyes and Ears to see
Thy Cross, to hear thy Cries; Sinner, thy Saviour Weeps for thee,
For thee he Weeps and Dies.
All the Day long he meekly stands
His Rebels to receive, And shews his Wounds, and spreads his Hands,
And bids you turn and Live.
H Y M N
Efore Jehovah's awful Throne,
Know that the Lord is God alone,
; And when like wand'ring Sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his Fold again. We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs, High as the Heavens our Voices raise, And Earth, with her ten thousand Tongues, Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praise. Wide as the World is thy Command ! Vast as Eternity thy Love! Firm as a Rock thy Truth must stand, When rolling Years shall cease to move. Then let us trust his Grace and Power, That shall from Age to Age endure ; Leaning upon our Saviour's Breaft, 'Till we are call'd to endless Rest,
H Y MN