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ESU, exert thy gracious Power,
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Make this the acceptable Hour,

The trumpet of Salvation blow:
O let thy Grace effectual prove,
To melt our ftony Hearts to Love.

Thy Goodnefs and long-fuffering, Lord,
We have, alas! too long abus'd,
Slighted the Promise of thy Word,
The tenders of thy Grace refus'd:
Thy Mercy, Lord, doth yet remain,
O let thy Love our Hearts constrain.

The Day draws near, that Day of thine,
Wherein all things fhall be renew'd,
We long to fee that Morning fhine,
And live for ever with our Lord:
We now rejoice in thy free Grace,
And fhortly hope to fee thy Face.

Angels admire thy wond'rous Love,
And fing immortal Hymns to thee,
While Saints below, and Saints above,
Confpire to praise the Trinity;

When once we reach the heav'nly Throng,
We'll fing a new, an endless Song.

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Sincere Praife.

RISE, O our Souls,
Your Saviour adore,

Our Sins, O our God,

Remember no more;
Thro' Jefu's Blood Shedding,
In God may we share,
And at the Lamb's Wedding,
In Glory appear.

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Racious Lord, incline thine Ear,
My Complaint vouchfafe to hear,
Lord, deny me what thou wilt,
Only ease me of my Guilt;
All unholy, all unclean,
I am nothing else but Sin,
Faint and fick of Love am I,
Give me Chrift, or else I Die.

O my Lord, what fhall I fay?
Take, O take, my Sins away,
Thou doft freely fave the loft,
Only in thy Grace I trust;
Nothing else do I require,
Only Jefu's Love defire,
With my earneft Suit comply,
Give me Chrift, or else I Die.

Lord, I cannot come to thee,
Oh! do thou ftoop down to me,
Filthy Creature as I am,

Love me freely flaughter'd Lamb,
Lord, Convert this Heart of mine,
Make me Holy and Divine e;
Jefu, to thine Arms I fly,
Save me Lord, or elfe I Die.

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HYMN XLIII.

The Chriftian Race.

Ervants of Chrift arife!

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Stand forth, prepare to run Towards the mark, lift up your Eyes, And manfully go on :

For Strength to Jefus pray,

Eftablish Lord our Feet

Take every Weight and Sin away,
That does our Souls befet.

The Way before you lies,
Before you is the Crown,

Your Foes, in Jefu's Strength despise,
And tread their Armies down;
Forget the things below,

Where traps and fnares are spread,
In Faith and Patience forward go,
'Till Glory crowns your Head.

To Jefus ftill look up,

Faften on him your Eyes,

Make larger Progrefs, and ne'er ftop, 'Till you obtain the Prize:

In Unity go on,

For why should we contend,

There's room enough for all to run,

And Heav'n is at the end.

You do not run for nought,
Jefus himself affures

Your Labour shall not be forgot,
The Mark, the Prize is yours;

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Open the Eye of Faith,

And view the Crown on high,

Break thro' the fnares of Sin and Death,
To endless Glory fly.

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This fhall be our whole Work the rest of our

We have nothing to boast,

But when we were loft

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Christ's Blood was the ranfom that paid the

'Tis this we'll proclaim,

The Blood of the Lamb,

And this we will speak of again and again.

What Pardon refounds

From his Blood and Wounds!

To chiefeft of Sinners his free Grace abounds.

For Oh! 'tis moft fweet

To fit at his Feet,

And his bitter Suff'rings we'll often repeat.

O then

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