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3 The names of all the saints he bears,

Engraven on his heart;
Nor shall the meanest saint complain

That he hath lost his part.
4
Those characters shall firm remain
Our everlasting trust,

and monuments and crowns
Are moulder'd into dust.

DODDRIDGE.

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bymn CLXXXVI. Common Metre. [X].

God's Love to his Church,
COW fhall my inward joys arise

And burst into a song ;
Almighty love inspires my heart,

And pleasures tune my tongue. 2 God, on his thirsty Sion hill,

Some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love

To shower salvation down.
3. Why do we then indulge our fears,

Suspicions and complaints ?
Is he a God? and shall his grace

Grow weary of his faints? 4. Can a kind mother e'er forget

The object of her care?
Among a thousand tender thoughts,

Her suckling have no share ? 5 “Yet (faith the Lord) should nature change,

And mothers monsters prove, Sion still dwells upon the heart

Of everlasting love.

6 «Deep on the palms of both my hands

I have engray'd her namne;
My hands Thail raise her ruin'd walls,
And build her broken frame."

WATTS

Hymn CLXXXVII. Long Metre. Ex

The Glory and Grace of Cbrift. NA

OW to the a

Awake, my foul , awake, my tongue Hofanna to th' eternal Name,

And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,

The brightest image of his grace ;
God, in the person of his Son,

Has all his noblest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood,

Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,

Sparkle in every rolling star.
4. But in thy Son a glory shines,

Drawn out in far fuperior lines;
The luftre of redeeming grace

Outshines the beams of nature's face. 5 Grace ! ”Tis a pure celestial theme,

Our thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the found;

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 60 may we reach that glorious place,

Where we shall see hini face to face;
Where all his faints from death restor'd,
Shall be forever with the Lord.

WATTS, varicd

hymn CLXXXVIII. Long Metre. [*]

Glory to Cbrist our Prijf ond King. OW to the Lord who makes us know NOW

The wonders of his dying love; Be humble honours paid below,

And strains of nobler praise above.
*2 'Twas he who cleans'd from our sins,

And wafh'd us in his precious blood;
'Tis he who makes us priests and kings,

And brings us rebels near to God, 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,

To Jesus, our eternal King,
Be universal power confess'd,

And every tongue his glory ling.
4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes !

And every eye shall see him move!
Though with our sins we pierc'd him once,

Then he displays his pard'ning love. 5 The unbelieving world fhall wail,

Whilst we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord, nor let thy promile fail,
Nor let thy chariot long delay.

Watts. Hymn CLXXXIX. Long Metre. [*]

Salvation by Grace.
OW to the power of God supreme

Be everlasting honours given ;
He saves from sin, we bless his name,

And calls our wand'ring feet to heaven,
2 Not for our duties or deserts,
But of his own abundant grace,

NOW

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M . He works salvation in our hearts,

And forms a people for his praise. 3 'Twas his own purpose that begun

To rescue finners doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son,

Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jefus, the Lord, appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions paft,

And brings immortal blessings down. 5 He dies, and in that dreadful night

Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took pofleflion of the joy.

WATTS.

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Hymn CXC.

Common Meire. IN E-
Divine Goodness in Aflictions.
OW to thy heav'nly Father's praise,

My heart thy tribute bring;
That goodness which prolongs my days,

With grateful pleasure sing.
2 Whene'er he sends afllicting pains,

His mercy holds the rod;
His powerful word the heart sustains,

And speaks a faithful God. 3 A faithful God is ever nigh,

When humbie grief implores; His ear attends each plaintive sigh,

He pities and restores. 4 My grateful foul would humbly bring

Her tribute to thy throne;

Accept the wish, my God, my King,

To make thy goodness known. 5 Obe the life thy hand restores,

Devoted to thy praise !
To thee I consecrate my powers,

To thee, my future days.
6 Thy foul-enliv’ning grace impart,

A warmer love inspire ;
And be the breathings of my heart
Dependence and desire.

Mrs. STZELE.

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Dpmn CXCI. Common Metre. [* or b]

Winter,
row winter throws his icy chains,

Encircling nature round:
How bleak, how comfortless the plains,

With verdure lately crown'd!
2 The fun withdraws his vital beams,

And light and warmth depart;
And drooping, lifeless nature seems
An emblem of

my

heart. 3 My heart, where mental winter reigns,

in night's dark mantle clad, Confin'd in cold inactive chains,

How defolate and fad !
4 Ere long the sun with genial ray,

Shall cheer the mourning earth;
And blooming flowers, and verdure gay,

Renew their annual birth.
$ So, if my soul's bright Sun impart

His all-enliv'ning smile,

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