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Songs of Melody and Love
Again my Tongue employ
Then I find the refting Place,
To all the carnal World + unknown,
There I tafte the glorious Peace
Felt by the Saints alone.

HYMN CLXXX VIII.

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PSALM XC.

I.

GOD our Help in Ages past, Our Hope for Years to come, Our Shelter from the ftormy Blast, And our eternal Home.

II.

Before the Hills in Order ftood,
Or Earth receiv'd its Frame,
From everlafting thou art GOD,
To endless Years the fame.
III.

A thoufand Ages in thy Sight.
Are as an Ev'ning gone,

Short as the Watch that ends the Night
Before the rifing Sun.

IV.

The bufy Tribes of Flesh and Blood,
With all their Cares and Fears,
Are carry'd downward by the Flood,
And loft in foll'wing Years.

Time.

Matt. xi. 28. + Prov. xiv. 10.
John xiv. 27.

If. xlviii. 22.

V.

Time, like an ever-rolling Stream,.
Bears all it's Sons away,
They fly forgotten as a Dream
Dies at the op'ning Day.
VI.

O Gon our Help in Ages paft,

Our Hope for Years to come,
Be thou our Guard while Life fhall laft,
And our perpetual Home.

HYMN

CLXXXIX.

The Lord hath laid on Him the Iniquity of us all. If liij. 6.

I.

ARISE my Soul; with Wonder fee,

What Love divine for thee hath done,,

Behold thy Sorrow, Sin, and Grief,
Are laid on GoD's eternal SoN.

II.

See! from his Head, his Hands, his Feet,
Sorrow and Love flow mingling down,
Did e'er fuch Love, fuch Sorrow meet,
Or Thorns compose so bright a Crown!
III.

Were the whole Realm of Nature mine,
That were a Prefent far too fmall;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,

Demands my Soul, my Life, my All.

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HYMN CXC.

PSALM XCVII. 2.

The Darkness of Providence;

I.

ORD we adore thy dark Defignis, The deep Abyfs of Providence, Too deep to found with mortal Lines, Too dark to view with feeble Senfe.

II.

Now thou array'ft thine awful Face!
In angry Frowns without a Smile;
Saints, thro' a Cloud believe thy Grace,
Secure of thy Compaffion ftill.

III.

Thro' Seas and Storms of deep Diftrefs
They fail by Faith, and not by * Sight ::
Faith guides them in the Wilderness,
Thro' all the Briars and the Night.

IV.

Dear FATHER! if thy lifted Rod
Refolve to fcourge us here below,
Still we muft + lean upon our GOD
Thine Arm fhall bear us fafely thro'.

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E Saints and Servants of the LORD,.. The Triumphs of his Name record, His facred Name for ever blefs :: Where'er the circling Sun displays His rifing Beams or fetting Rays, Due Praise to his great Name addrefs;

2.Cor. v. 7. † Cant. viii. 5.

GODS

II.

GOD thro' the World extends his Sway..
The Regions of eternal Day,..
But Shadows of his Glory are,
With Him, whofe Majefty excels,
Who made the Heav'n in which he dwells,
Let no created Power compare.
III.

Tho' 'tis beneath his State to view
In higheft Heav'n what Angels do,
Yet He to Earth vouchfafes his Care;
He takes the Needy from his Cell,
Advancing him in Courts to dwell,
Companion of the greateft there.
iv.

To FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
The GoD whom Heaven's triumphant Hoft
And fuffring Saints on Earth adore,

Be Glory as in Ages paft,

As now it is, and fo fhall laft

When Earth and Heav'n fhall be no more.

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LEST be the Father and his Love,
To whofe celeftial Source we owe,

Rivers of endless Joys above,

And Rills of Comfort here below!

II.

Glory to Thee, great Son of GOD!
Forth from thy wounded Body rolls
A precious Stream of vital Blood,
Pardon and Life for dying Souls.

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III.

We give the Sacred SPIRIT Praise,
Who, in our Hearts of Sin and Woe,
Makes, living Springs of Grace arife, to
And into boundlefs Glory flow.

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Thus Gop the FATHER, GOD the SON,
And Gop the SPIRIT, we adore, C
That Sea of Life and Love unknown,
Without a Bottom or a Shore.

HYMN CXCIII.

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JESU, our LORD,

Thy Name be ador'd, no

For all the rich Bleffings convey'd thro' thy

II.

In Spirit we trace

Thy Wonders of Grace;

Word.

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And chearfully join in a Concert of Praise,

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The ANTIENT OF DAYS

His Glory difplays,

And fhines on his Chofen with cherifhing Rays. IV.

The Trumpet of GoD

Is founding abroad

The Language of Mercy, Salvation thro' Blood.

V.

Thrice happy are they Y
Who hear and obey;

And share in the Bleffings of this Gofpel-day.

VI

The People, who know

The SAVIOUR, below

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With burning Affection to worship him glow.

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