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Earth shall obey her Maker's Will,
And yield a full Increase;
With Fruitfulness and Peace.
God the Redeemer, scatters round
His choicest Favours here;
Shall see, adore, and fear.
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PSA L M
The Eternal and Sovereign Lord.
And Royal State maintains,
Array'd in Robes of Light,
Begirt with sovereign Might, And rays of Majesty around.
Upheld by thy Commands,
The World securely stands,
Thy Throne was fix'd on high,
Before the starry Sky, Eternal is thy Kingdom, Lord.
Let Flaods and Nations Rage,
And all their Pow'rs engage,
The terrors of thy Frown
Shall beat their Madness down, Thy Throne for ever stands on high,
Thy Promises are true,
Thy Grace is ever new, There fix'd ; thy Church shall ne'er remove :
Thy Saints, with holy Fear,
Shall in thy Courts appear, And fing thy everlasting Love.
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The last Judgment.
THE God of
Gloryfends his Summons forth, , Calls the South Nations, and awakes the
[North, From East to Weft the sov'reign Order's spread, Thro' distant Worlds, and regions of the Dead. The Trumpet founds; Hell trembles ; Heaven re
[ joices, Lift up your Heads ye Saints, with chearful Voices.
• Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near ; let all
[things come, "To hear my Justice, and the Sinners doom, • But gather first my Saints, the Judge com
[mands, - Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant
[Lands. When Christ returns, 'wake every chearful Passion, And shout, ye Saints, he comes for gour Salvation.
Here, (faith the Lord ) ye Angels, spread
(their Thrones, * And near me seat my Favourites and Sons,
Come, my redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar’d, • E'er Time began, 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, 'wake every chearful Pasion, And shout, ye Saints, he comes for your Salvation.
Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools be wise, Awake, before the dreadful Morning rise ; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked
(Ways amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your
(Friend : Then join, ye Saints, 'wake every chearful Passion, When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation.
A sight of God mortifies us to the World.
P to the Fields where Angels lie,
And living Waters gently roll; Fain would our Thoughts leap out and fly, But Sin hangs heavy on our Soul.
Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying Christ,
O might we once mount up and see
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God the Son equal with the Father,
BRight King of Glory, dreadful God,
Our Spirits bow before thy Frown,
Then let the Name of Christ our King,
HY M N
The Effusion of the Spirit.
REAT was the Day, the Joy was great!
While on their Heads the Spirit came,
Great King of Grace, our Hearts subdue,
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