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He built the Earth, he spread the Sky,
And fix'd the starry Lights on high ;
Wonders of Grace to God belong.
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.
He saw the Gentiles dead in Sin,
And felt his Pity Work within ;
His Mercies ever fall endure,
When Death and Sin shall reign no more.
He sent his Son with Pow'r, to save
From Guilt and Darkness, and the Grave;
Wonders of Grace to God belong,
Repeat his Mercies in your Song.
Thro' this vain World he guides our Feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly Seat;
His Mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain World shall be no more.

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Raise ye the Lord, our Hearts should join

In Work fo pleasant and divine, Now while the Flesh is our Abode, And when our Souls ascend to God, May Praise employ our noblest Powers, While Immortality endures; Our Days of Praise should ne'er be past, While Life, and Thought, and Being, last.

Happy

Happy the Man, whose Hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the Sky,
And Earth, and Seas, with all their train,
And none shall find his Promise vain.
He loves his Saints, he knows them well,
But turns the Wicked down to Hell:
Thy God, o Zion, ever Reigns,
Praise him in everlasting Strains.

H Y M N

LXVIII.

PS A L M

CXLVIII.

Praise to God from all Creatures.

Y Ewiribes of Adam join;

With Heaven, and Earth, and Seas,
And offer Notes Divine,
To your Creator's Praise.

Ye holy Throng
Of Angels bright,
In Worlds of Light,

Begin the Song
The shining Worlds above,
In glorious Order stand,
Or in swift Courses move,
By his supreme Command.

He fpake the Word,
And all their Frame
From nothing came,
To praise the Lord.

Let

Let all the Nations fear
The God that rules above,
He brings his People near,
And makes them taste his Love :

While Earth and Sky
Attempt his Praise,
His Saints shall raise
His Honours high.

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LL ye that love the Lord rejoice,

And let your Songs be new, Amidst the Church with chearful Voice,

His later Wonders fhew.

The Lord takes Pleasure in the Just,

Whom Sinners treat with scorn ;
The Meek that lie despis'd in Duft,

Salvation shall adorn.
Saints should be joyful in their King,

E’en on a dying Bed,
And like the Souts in Glory Sing,

For God shall raise the Dead.

Then his high Praise shall fill their Tongues,

Their Hand shall wield the Sword, Such Honour for the Saints remains, Praise

ye, and love the Lord,

HYMN

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IN God's own House pronounce his Praise,

His Grace he there reveals,
To Heav'n your Joy and Wonder raise,

For there his Glory dwells.
Let all your sacred Paffions move,
While

you

rehearse his Deeds; But the great Work of saving Love,

Your highest Praise exceeds.
All that have Motion, Life, and Breath,

Proclaim your Maker Bleft;
Yet when our Voice is loft in Death,

Our Souls shall praise him beft.

H Y M N

LXXI.

Characters of God's Children, &C.

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O new-born Babes defire the Breast,

To feed, and grow, and thrive;
So Saints with Joy, the Gospel taste,

And by the Gospel live.
Grace, like an uncorrupted Seed,

Abides and Reigns within :
Immortal Principles forbid
The Sons of God to Sin.

They They find Access at every Hour,

To God within the Veil,
Hence they derive a quick’ning Pow'r,

And Joys that never fail.

O happy Souls, O glorious State

Of overflowing Grace,
To dwell fo near their Father's Seat,

And see his lovely Face.

Lord, I address thy Throne,

Call me a Child of thine ; Send down the Spirit of thy Son,

To form my Heart Divine.

There shed thy choiceft Loves abroad,

And make my Comforts strong; Then shall I say, my Father, God,

With an unway’ring Tongue.

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HE Lord Jehovah reigns,

His Throne is built on high,
The Garments he assumes,
Are Light and Majesty :

His Glories shine
With Beams so bright,
No mortal Eye
Can bear the Sight.

And can this mighty King
Of Glory condescend,

And

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