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Look, as when thy Grace behe
The S Harlot in Distress,
And bad her go in Peace :
I at thy Feet for Mercy groan-
Thou didst thy Foll'wers fee, 5 Daughters of Jerusalem |
“ Weep for yourselves not me:"". Am I by my God deplor'd !
And shall I'nut myself bemoan-
Was clos'd that we might live ;
My Saviour galp'd) forgive ! Surely with that dying Word,
He turns and looks, and cries "tis done" O my bleeding-loving LORO !
Thou break’t mine Heart of Stone !
H Y M N LXXX.
We wretched Sinners lay,
Or Spark of glimm’ring Day.
xxiii 34. former Part.
Beheld our helpless Grief ;
With joyful Hafte he fled,
And dwelt among the Dead.
Oh ! for this Love lets Rocks and Hills
Their lasting Silence break,
Serike all your Harps of Gold;
His Love can ne'er be told !
Know that the LORD is God alone!
Made us of Clay, and form'd us Men;
And when like wand'ring Sheep we stray'd,
High as the Heav'ns our Voices raise;
Vast as Eternity thy Love,
When rolling Years fhall cease to move.
H Y M N LXXXII.
And born unholy and unclean ;
Soon as we draw our Infant-Breath,
Behold ! we fall before thy Face ;
PSA L M cl,
And keeps his * Court below,
And all his Greatnefs fhew : Praise him for his noble Deeds,
Praise him for his matchless Pow'r ;
The great IMMANUEL's Name,
HIM LORD of Hosts proclaim: Praise him ev'ry tuneful String,
All the Reach of heav'nly Art,
Let every Creature fing,
And Homage to their King : Hallow'd be his Name beneath,
As in Heaven on Earth ador'd, Praife the Lord in every Breath;
Let all Things praise the LORD!
Zech, jii. 7.
H Y M N LXXXIV.
PSA L M xcix. 1.
Lift, ye Illes, a thankful Voice;
Subjects of the LORD, be bold;
• Rom. xi. 33