[In hoary Hairs be thou his God,

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Late may he feek that high Abode,
Late to his Heaven remove;

Of Virtues full, and happy Days,
Accounted worthy by thy Grace,
To fill a Throne above.

And when thou doft his Spit receive, Soul
O give him in his Offspring, give

Us back our King again;
Preferve them, Providence divine,
And let the long-illuftrious Line
To lateft Ages reign.

Secure us of his royal Race
A Man to ftand before thy Face,
And exercise thy Power;
With Wealth, Profperity, and Peace,
Our Nation and our Church to bless,
Till Time fhall be no more.

ΤΟ ΤΗΕ

SUPPLEMEN T.

A.

Good High-Prieft is come,

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All Glory to God, and Peace upon

Earth,

Away with our Fears,

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All-wife, all-good, almighty Lord,

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Love divine, all Love excelling,
Let Angels and Archangels fing,
Lo he cometh! countless Trumpets,
Lord, thou hast bid thy People pray,

Height,

'Tis finish'd, 'tis done,

Thanks be to Chrift, whofe fruitful Love 155
Thou hidden Love of God, whose

Ye Children of my God

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Ye ferious Souls, draw near,

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