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Here the whole Deity is known,

Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighteft fhone,
The justice, or the grace.

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains,
Bright feraphs learn IMMANUEL's name,
And try their choiceft ftrains..

6 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal fong;

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Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

HYMN 147.

THY WORD IS TRUTH.

MY hiding-place, my refuge, tow't,

And fhield art thou, O LORD;

I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word.

2 Engrav'd as in eternal brafs, The mighty promise fhines,

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Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze
Thofe everlasting lines.

The facred word of grace is ftrong,
As that which built the fkies;
The voice which rolls the ftars along,
Spoke all the promises.

4 My hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,
And fhield art thou, O LORD;
I firmly anchor all my hopes
On thy unerring word.

HYMN 148.. PROV. xxviii. 14.

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OD of all grace and majefty!
Supremely great and good!

If I have favour found with thee,
Thro' th' atoning blood,
The guard of all thy mercies giv❜n;
And to my pardon join
A fear, left I fhou'd ever grieve
The gracious Spirit divine.
2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abufe my liberty,

Or fin against thy love:

This choieft fruit of faith bestow
On thy fojourner here;
And let me pafs my days below
In humblenefs and fear.

3 Still may I walk as in thy fight,
My ftrict obferver fee;

And thou by rev'rent love unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are paft,
At JESU's feet abide:

So fhall he lift me up at laft,

And feat me by his fide.

HYMN 149. JOHN xiii. 9.

ESUS, thou art my righteousness,
For all my fins were thine;

Thy death hath bought of GoD my peace,
Thy life hath made him mine:
My dying Saviour and my God!
Fountain for guilt and fin!
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanfe, and keep me clean.

2 Wash me, and make me thus thine own;
Wafh me and mine thou art;
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, and heart!
Th' atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to fight improve;
Till hope in full enjoyment die,
And all my foul be love!

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LOR

ORD JESU, when, when fhall it be That I no more fhall break with thee? When will this war of paffion cease, And my free foul enjoy thy peace?

2 Here I repent, and fin again;
Now I revive, and now am flain;
Slain by the fame unhappy dart,
Which O too often wounds my heart.

3 O Saviour, when, when shall I be,
A garden feal'd to all but thee?
No more expos'd, no more undone,
But live and grow to thee alone?

4 Guide thou, O LORD, guide thou my course,

And draw me on with thy fweet force;
Still make me walk, ftill make me tend,
By thee, my way, to GoD my end.

HYMN 151.

HOLY

TO JESUS CHRIST

OLY LAMB, who thee receive,
Who in thee begin to live;
Day and night they cry to thee,
"As thou art, fo let us be."
2 Fix, O fix my wav'ring mind;
To thy crofs my spirit bind;
Earthly paffions far remove;
Perfect all our fouls in love.

3 Duft and ashes tho' we be,
Full of guilt and mifery;
Thine we are, thou Son of God:
Take the purchase of thy blood.

4 Boundless wisdom, pow'r divine,
Love unspeakable, are thine;
Praise by all to thee be giv'n,
Sons of earth, and hofts of heav'n'!

HYMN 152.

COMPLEATNESS IN CHRIST,

KIND is the fpeech of CHRISTOUR LORD,

Affection founds in ev'ry word;

"Thou art my chofen one, he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties.” 2 Sweet is thy voice, dear LORD, to me, "I will behold no fpot in thee;" What mighty wonders love performs, That puts a comelinefs on worms! 3 Defil'd and lothesome as we are, Thou mak’st us white, and call'st us fair! Adorn'st us with thy heav'nly dress, Thy graces, and thy righteoufnefs.

may my spirit daily rise

On wings of faith above the fkies; Till death fhall make my last remove, To dwell for ever in thy love!

HYMN

153.

PRESERVING GRACE.

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TO GOD the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the faints below the fkies
Their humble praises bring.