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HYMN 246.

THE SAINTS DELIVERANCE AT DEATH. RE V. xxi. 4.

I CHRIST's own foft hand shall wipe the

tears

From ev'ry weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,

And death itself shall die.

2 How long, dear Saviour, O how long,
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

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HYMN 247.

THE SAINT'S SAFETY IN GOD.

HE

E that has made his refuge GoD, Shall find a moft fecure abode ; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Thrice happy man, thy maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan the fowler, who betrays Unguarded fouls a thousand ways. 3

3 What tho' a thousand at thy fide,
At thy right hand a thousand dy'd,
Thy GoD his chofen people faves
Amongst the dead, amidst the

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HYMN 248.

graves,

THE HEART DEVOTED TO GOD.

MY GOD, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the fong.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry fetting fun fhall fee
New works of duty done for thee.

3 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vaft and unfearchable thy ways,
Vast and immortal be thy praife.

HYMN 249.

THE EVERLASTING

I

THY

COVENANT.

2 SA M. xxiii. 5.

HY word, O GOD, fupports my faith, From thence my hope doth fpring; Founded alone on what Gon faith, My foul, adore and fing.

2 Thy word is truth, thy promife fure,
Hence faith and hope abide :
My foul in fafety shall endure;
Nought can from CHRIST divide.

HYMN 250. TO THE TRINITY,

I

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Lefs'd be the FATHER, and his love,
To whofe celeftial fource we owe

Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.

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We give thee, SACRED SPIRIT, praise, Who in our hearts of fin and woe Mak'ft living fprings of grace arife, And into endless glory flow.

HYMN ·

251.

COMFORT FOR

MOURNERS.

I WHERE

HERE are the mourners, fays the
LORD,

That wait and tremble at my word?

That walk in darkness all the day?

Come make my name your trust and stay.

2 The fofteft couch that nature knows, Can give the confcience no repose: Look to my righteousness and live; Comfort and peace are mine to give.

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1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand

Let me within thy courts be feen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green.

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2 There grow thy faints in faith and love,
Bleft with thy influence from above;
Time, that does all things elfe impair,
Still makes them flourish ftrong and fair.
3 Laden with fruits of age, they fhew
The LORD is holy, juft and true:
None that attend his gates, fhall find
A GOD unfaithful, or unkind.

HYMN 253.

FREE GRACE.

I WHY

was I made to hear thy voice, And enter while there's room;

When thousands make a wretched choice,
And rather starve than come?

2 'Twas the fame love that made the feast,

That sweetly forc'd us in;

Elfe we had ftill refus'd to tafte,
And perish'd in our fin.

HYMN 254:

COMPLEATNESS IN CHRIST.

HAD

AD I ten thousand gifts befide,
I'd cleave to JESUS crucify'd,

And build on him alone:

For no foundation is there giv'n
On which I'd place my hopes of heav'n,
But CHRIST the corner-ftone.

2 Poffeffing CHRIST, I all poffefs;
Wifdom, and strength, and righteousness,
And fanctity complete:
Bold in his name I dare draw nigh,
Before the ruler of the sky,

And all his juftice meet.

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How perplext is the path he must treade The hope of his happiness rises from fear, And his life he receives from the dead.

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