Our fins, alas !"how ftrong they be
Our fouls fhall magnify the Lord
Our fpirits join t' adore the Lamb

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LUNG' in a gulph of dark despair
Praise, everlafting, praife, be paid

RAISE thee my foul, fly up, and run

Raife your triumphant fongs
Rife, rife my foul, and leave the ground

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Salvation! O the joyful found

See where the great incarnate God
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Shall we go on to fin
Shall wifdom cry aloud

Shout to the Lord, and let your joys
Sin like a venomous disease

Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
Sing to the Lord, who built the fkies
Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hofts
Sitting around our Father's board
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So let our lips and lives exprefs
Stand up my foul, fhake off thy fears

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Strait is the way, the door is ftrait

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Thee we adore, eternal name

The glories of my Maker, God

The God of mercy be ador'd

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The King of Glory fends his Son
The lands which long in darkness lay

The law by Mofes came

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The law commands and makes us know

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The mem'ry of our dying Lord
The promife of my Father's love

The promife was divinely free

The true Meffiah now appears
The voice of my beloved founds
The wond'ring world enquire to know
There is a houfe not made with hands
There is a land of pure delight

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There was an hour when Chrift rejoic'd
Thefe glorious minds, how bright they fhine.25
This is the word of truth and love
Thou, whom my foul admires, above
Thus did the fons of Abra'm pass
Thus far the Lord has led me on

Thus faith the first and great command

Thus faith the high and lofty One
Thus faith the Ruler of the skies

Thus faith, the mercy of the Lord
Thus faith the wisdom of the Lord
Thy favours, Lord, furp.ife our fouls
Time, what an empty vapor tis
"Tis by the faith of joys to come
Tis from the treasures of his word

'Tis not the law of ten commands To God the only wife,

'Twas by an order from the Lord

To him who chofe us firft

Twas on that dark. that doleful night 'Twas the commiffion of the Lord

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AIN are the hopes the fons of men
Vain are the hopes which rebels place

Up to the fields where angels lie

Up to the Lord who reigns on high

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We fing th' amazing deeds

We fing the glories of thy lov:

Welcome fweet day of reft

Weil the Redeemer's gone

What diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin

What equal honors hall we bring
What happy men orangels these
What mighty Man or mighty God

Whence do our mournful thoughts arife
When I can read my title clear
When in the light of faith divine
When I furvey the wondrous cross
When we are rais'd from deep distress
When ftrangers stand and hear me tell
When the firft parents of o

race

When the great Builder arch'd the skies
Where are the mourners faith the Lord
Who can defcribe the joys which rife
Who ha belicv'd thy word
Who is this Fair One in diftrefs
Who fhall the Lord's elect condemn,
Why does your face ye humble fouls
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why is my heart fo far from thee

Why fhould this earth delight us fo
Why should the children of a King
Why should we tart and fear to die
With chearful voice I fing
With holy fear and humble fong
With joy we meditate the grave

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