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6 Thy feet wer
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7 Thy fide an
Where all
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8 Ready thou
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God, ou
Our hope
Our shelter f
And our e
2 Under the f
Still may
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And our
3 Before the h
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4 A thoufand
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6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine,
We urge our way with strength renew'd,
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arife,
And meet our Captain in the skies.
Son of God, if thy free grace
Again hath rais'd me up,
Call'd me ftill to feek thy face,
And give me back my hope:
Still thy timely help afford,
And all thy loving-kindness fhow:
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go,
2 By me, O my Saviour, stand
In fore temptation's hour!
Save me with thine out-ftretch'd hand,
And thew forth all thy pow'r:
O be mindful of thy word,
Thy all fufficient grace beftow;
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
3 Give me, Lord, a holy fear,
And fix it in my heart,
That I may from evil near
With fpeedy care depart,
Sin be more than hell abhorr'd:
Till thou destroy the tyrant foe,
Keep me, keep me, gracious Lord,
And never let me go.
4 Never let me leave thy breast,
From thee my Saviour, ftrays
Thou art my support and reft,
My true and living way,
5 The ftony from their hearts remove,
Thou, who for all haft dy'd;"
Shew them the tokens of thy lové,
Thy feet, thy hands, thy fide!
6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree,
To trample down their fin
Thy hands they all fretch'd out may fee,
To take thy murd'rers in.
7 Thy fide an open fountain is
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living ftreams of blifs,
And wash them white as fnow.
8 Ready thou art the blood t' apply,
And prove the record true;
And all thy wounds to finners cry,
"I fuffer'd this for you!"
HYMN LI
GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the formy blaft,
And our eternal home;
2 Under the fhadow of thy throne
Still may
we dwell fecure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is fure.
Before the hills in order food,"
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endlefs years the fame.
4 A thousand ages in thy fight
Are like an ev'ning gone';
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rifing (und o
The bufy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And loft in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its fons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
7 O God! our help in ages paft,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while life shall laft
And our perpetual home.
HYMN LII.
COME, let us anew
Our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the master appear!
His adorable will
Let us glady fulfil,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life is a dream,
Our time as a stream
Glides fwiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay :
The arrow is flown,
The moment is gone;
The millennial year
Rufhes on to our view, and eternity's here.
3 O that each in the day
Of his corning may say,
"I have fought my way through,
"I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do."
O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, ⋅ "Well and faithfully done!
"Enter into my joy, and fit down on my throne.””
LEADER of faithful fouls, and guide
Of all that travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, ev'n us abide,'
Who would on thee alone rely,
On thee alone our Spirit stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth we know is not our place,
And haften thro' the vale of woe,
And reflefs to behold thy face;
Swift to our heav'nly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We've no abiding city here,
But feek a city out of fight,
Thither our steady course we fleer,
Afpiring to the plains of light;
Jerufalem, the faints abode,
Whofe founder is the living God.
4 Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we caft behind,
From ftrength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerufalem to find;
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the New Jerufalem.
5 Thro' thee, who all our fins haft borne,
Freely and graciously forgiv❜n,
With fongs to Zion we return, -
Contending for our native heav'n:
That palace of our glorious King,
We find it nearer while we fing.
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