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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.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground;
And shed his rich and precious blood,
A balm for every wound.

DODDRIDGE.

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þymn LXXIII. Long Metre. [*or b]

Humility.
POLLY builds high upon the sand ;

But lowly let my bafis be ;
Firm as a rock, my hope shall stand,

Deep founded in humility.
2 Content, when threat'ning ills obtrude,
Sweet meek ey'd patience arm my soul ;
And let a prudent fortitude
Teach me my passions to control.
3 My God, I long to know thee still,
To love and fear and trust thee more
To live submissive to thy will,

And whilft I feel thy grace, adore, 4 My faith and love, obedient be,

o Saviour, to thy just commands
My ardent foul ftill follows thee,
And trusts her interest in thy hands.
5 Let love and mercy all divine,

Justice descending from the skies,
Kindness and truth my heart incling
Still to forgive my enemies.

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6 Thus may I act the Christian part,

The social, humane and divine ;
Whilft a wife zeal inspires my heart,
Then shall I know that heaven is mine.

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SMART.
Hymn LXXIV. Common Metre. [* or b]

Abraham's Blefing extended to the Gentiles.
ENTILES by nature, we belong

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Grace took us from the barren tree,
And grafts us on the good.

He:
2. With the same blessings, grace endows
The Gentile as the Jew !

to If pure and holy be the root,

Such are the branches too.
3
Then let the children of the saints

Be fanctify'd to God;
In that great covenant, confirm'd

By water and by blood.
4 Thus to the parents, and their feed,

Shall thy salvation come ;
And numerous households meet at last
In one eternal home.

WATTS.
Þyın LXXV.

Long Metre.
The Excellency of the Gospel.

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3 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls ;
It guides us all our journey through,

And brings a better world to view. 4 May this blest volume ever lie

Close to my heart, and near my eye ;
To life's last hour my foul employ,
And fit me for the heav'nly joy.

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BEDDOME.

bymn LXXVI. Common Metre. [x or b]

Sincerity and Hypocrisy.
GOD is a Spirit, juft and wife,
In vain to heav'n we raise our eyes,

And leave our hearts behind.
Nothing but truth before his throne

With honour can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known,

Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted hands falute the skies,

Their bended knees the ground;
E, But God abhors the facrifice

Where not the heart is found.
Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my foul sincere ;
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

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WATTS.

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þymn LXXVII. Long Metre. [x or b]

Redecming Time.
OD of eternity, from thee

Did infant time its being draw ;
Minutes and days and months and years
Revolve by thy unvaried law.

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Dispose me, each revolving day,
For daily gifts my praise to pay.
$ In praise I'll spend my latest breath;
Then yield it to the call of death,
In hope that thou my flesh wilt raise,
To celebrate thy deathlefs praise.

Brown, with Additiori. byin LXXIX. Long Metre.

Unceasing Praises
OD of my life, through all its days

Mýgrateful tongue shall found thy praise ;
The song shall wake with dawning light,
And warble to the filent night.
When anxious cares would break my reft,
And grief would tear my throbbing breaft,
Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high,

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

DODDRIDGE

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