All things in thee, live, move and are
Thy Power infus'd does all fustain ;
Even those thy daily Favours share
Who thankless spurn thy easy Reign.
Thy Sun thou bid'ft his genial Ray
Ón all impartial pour;

To all who hate or blefs thy Sway
Thou fend'st the fruitful Show'r.

8 Yet while at length, who scorn'd thy Might
Shall feel thee a confuming Fire,
How sweet the Joys, the Crown how bright
Of those who to thy Love aspire!
All Creatures praise th' eternal Name
Ye Hofts that to his Courts belong,
Cherubick Quires, feraphick Flames,
Awake the everlasting Song.
Thrice Holy, thine the Kingdom is,
Th' almighty Power is thine,
And when created Nature dies
Thy ceaseless Glories fhine.

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XVII.

Hymn to Chrift.

ESU, behold the Wife from far,
Led to thy Cradle by a Star

Bring Gifts to thee, their God and King: O guide us by thy Light, that we

The Way may find, and fo to thee

Our Hearts, our all for Tribute bring.

2 Fefu, the pure, the spotlefs Lamb,
Who to the Temple humbly came,
Duteous the legal Rights to pay,
O make our proud, our stubborn Will

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All thy Wife, gracious Laws fulfill,
What e'er rebellous Nature fay.

4 Fefu, who on the fatal Wood

Pour'dft forth thy Lifes last drop of Blood
Nail'd to th' accurfed fhameful Cross;
O may we bless thy Love, and be
Ready, dear Lord, to bear for thee

All Shame, all Grief, all Pain, all Loss!

4 Fefu, who by thine own Love flain,
By thine own Power took'st Life again
And Conqueror from the Grave did'st rise,
O may thy Death our Hearts revive,
And at our Death a new Life give,
A glorious Life that never dies.
5 Fefu, who to thy Heaven again
Return'dft in triumph, there to reign
Of Men and Angels fovereign King,
O may our parting Souls take flight
Up to that Land of Joy and Light
And there for ever grateful fing.

6 All Glory to the facred Three,
One undivided Deity,

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All Honour, Power and Love and Praise;
Still may thy blessed Name shine bright
In beams of uncreated Light

Crown'd with its own eternal Rays.

2 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we shall be made But when we see our Saviour here We shall be like our Head

3 Lord, arm us with this Hope
All Trials to endure:

O purge our Souls from Senfe and Sin,
As thou our God art pure.

Show'r down thy Influence, holy Dove,

And reft upon my Heart.

5 We wou'd no longer lie

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Like Slaves beneath thy Throne :

O let us Abba, Father, cry

And thou the Kindred own!

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XIX.

The Chriftian Race.

Wake our Souls (away our Fears,
Let every trembling Thought be gone)
Awake, and run the heavenly Race
And put a chearful Courage on.

2 True, 'tis a ftreight and thorny Road,
And mortal Spirits tire and faint :
But we forget the mighty God,
That feeds the Strenght of every Saint.

3 O mighty God thy matchless Power
Is ever new, and ever young,

And firm endures while endless Years
Their everlasting Circles run.

4 From thee the overflowing Spring

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Our Souls fhall drink a fresh Supply:
While fuch as truft their native Strength
Shall melt away and droop and die.

Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air

We'll mount aloft to thine Abode ;
On Wings of Love our Souls fhall fly
Nor tire amid'st the heavenly Road!

XX.

Praise.

King of Glory, King of Peace,
Thee only will I love ;

Thee that my Love may never cease
Inceffant will I move.

2 For thou haft granted my Request,
For thou my Cries haft heard;
Mark'd all the Workings of my Breast,
And haft in Mercy spar'd.

3 Therefore with all my Strength and Art
Thy Mercy will I fing:

To thee the Tribute of my Heart
My Soul, my all I bring.

4 What tho' my Sins against me cried
Thou did'ft the Sinner spare:

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In vain th' Accufer loud replied;
For Love had charm'd thy Ear.

The seven whole Days, not one in feven,
Unwearied will I praise,

And in my Heart as in thy Heaven

Thy Throne triumphant raise.

6 Soften'd and vanquish'd by my Tears

Thou coud'st no more withstand,

But

But when stern Juftice call'd for Fears
Difarm'd her lifted Hand:

7 Small is it in this humble fort
Thy Mercy's Fame to raise ;
For even Eternity's too short
To utter all thy Praise !

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XXI.

Chrift's Humiliation and Exaltation. Hat equal Honours shall we bring

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To thee o Lord, our God the Lamb? Since all the Notes that Angels fing

Are far inferior to thy Name.

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

The Prince of Peace that groan'd and died, Worthy to rife and live and reign

At his Almighty Father's Side.

3 Power and Dominion are his due
Who flood condemn'd at Pilate's Bar:
Wisdom belongs to Fefus too,

Tho' he was charg'd with Madness here.
4 Honour immortal must be paid
Inftead of Scandal and of Scorn.

While Glory shines around this Head,
And a bright Crown without a Thorn.

5 Bleffings for ever on the Lamb,

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Who bore the curfe for wretched Men!
Let Angels found his facred Name,
And every Creature fay, Amen.

XXII.

Hymn to the Holy-Ghost.

Come holy Spirit, fend down those Beams

Which gently flow in filent Streams

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