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2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counfel and his care,

Preferves us fafe from fin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will present our fouls
Unblemish'd, and compleat,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4 Then all the chofen feed
Shall meet around the throne;
Shall blefs the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known..

5 To our redeeming GOD
Almighty pow'r belongs,.
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting fongs.

HYMN 154

PLEADING THE COVENANT.

LORD my GOD, whose fov'reign love Is ftill the fame, nor e'er can move; Look to the covenant, and fee For once thy love was fhewn to me :: Remember, O my dearest friend, And love me alway to the end..

2 Be with me still, as heretofore,
And help me forward more and more;
My ftrong, my stubborn will incline
To be obedient still to thine:

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O lead me by thy gracious hand, And guide me fafe to Canaan's land. I need not fay, for well thou know'st, How I, without thy help, am lost; Thou know'ft how apt I am to err, But thou canst make me persevere : Be then my light, and let me fee That I have yet my lot in thee. 4 O take me up above the fkies, Translate me to thy paradife; Then fhall I reft from ev'ry woe, From all the troubles here below; Grant this, my LORD, and kindly say, "Come my Redeemed; come away.”

GOD'S OMNIPRESENCE.

LORD, all I am is known to thee;

In vain my foul would try

To fhun thy prefence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye. :

2 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys
My rifing and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,
The fecrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to thee, LORD, Before they're form'd within;

And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'ft the fenfe I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high,
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on ev'ry fide.

5 So let thy grace furround me ftill,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my foul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by fov'reign love.

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LESS, O my foul, the living God;
Call home thy thoughts that rove
abroad;

Let all the pow'rs within me join,
In work and worship fo divine.

2 Blefs, O my foul, the God of

grace,
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be loft in filence, and forgot?

3 'Twas he, my foul, that fent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ranfom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years; He fatisfies our foul with good,

And fills our mouth with heav'nly food.

5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confefs, Let the whole earth adore his grace; May all our pow'rs within us join, In work and worship fo divine!

HYMN 157.

SIGHT OF GOD AND CHRIST IN HEAVEN.

Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.

2 O for a fight, a pleafing fight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
Their fits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.
3 Adoring faints around him ftand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
The GOD fhines gracious thro' the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
4 When fhall the day, dear LORD, appear,
That we fhall mount to dwell above,
And ftand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and fing thy love?

HYMN 158. THE BEGGAR.

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ENCOURAG'D by thy word
Of promise to the

poor,

Behold a beggar, LORD,
Waits at thy mercy's door!

No hand, no heart, O LORD, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.

2 The beggar's usual plea Relief from men to gain, If offer'd unto thee,

I know thou would'ft difdain:

And those which move thy gracious ear, Are fuch as men wou'd fcorn to hear.

3 I have no right to say,

That tho' I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day
When I poffeffed more.

Thou know'ft that from my very birth,
I've been the poorest wretch on earth.

4 Nor can I dare profefs,

As beggars often do,
Tho' great is my distress,.

My faults have been but few.

If thou fhould't leave my foul to ftarve, It wou'd be what I well deferve.