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Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid. 4 So Jesus look'd on wretched man,
When feated in the skies ; Amidst the glories of that world,
He felt compassion rise.
To raise us from the ground;
þymn LXXIII. Long Metre. [*or b]
But lowly let my bafis be ;
Deep founded in humility.
And whilft I feel thy grace, adore, 4 My faith and love, obedient be,
o Saviour, to thy just commands
Justice descending from the skies,
6 Thus may I act the Christian part,
The social, humane and divine ;
Abraham's Blefing extended to the Gentiles.
to If pure and holy be the root,
Such are the branches too.
Be fanctify'd to God;
By water and by blood.
Shall thy salvation come ;
3 Our raging passions it controls,
And brings a better world to view. 4 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye ;
bymn LXXVI. Common Metre. [x or b]
Sincerity and Hypocrisy.
And leave our hearts behind.
With honour can appear;
Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted hands falute the skies,
Their bended knees the ground;
Where not the heart is found.
And make my foul sincere ;
þymn LXXVII. Long Metre. [x or b]
Did infant time its being draw ;
Dispose me, each revolving day,
Brown, with Additiori. byin LXXIX. Long Metre.
Mýgrateful tongue shall found thy praise ;
Shall check the murmur and the figh. - When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail, Joy through my feeble eyes shall break, And mean those thanks I cannot speak. But when the final conflict's o'er, My spirit chain'd to flesh no more ; With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies! Soon shall I learn th' exalted strairis, Which echo through the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy thrones This cheerful tribute will I give, Long as a deathless foul can live ; A work so vast, a theme so high, Demands a whole eternity. F