Jehovah, Lord, all thanks and praise Jehovah reigns enthron'd on high, Jehovah great I am!
grace
Kind as thou art, we faithlefs are King of Glory! let thy light King of Glory, from on high, Lamb of God, for finners flain, Let all that breathe hosannahs raise, Let all the ransom'd sons of Like to a crane er fwallow I Look forth, my foul beyond the grave Lo! our Redeemer, he is come Lo, how mountains reel and shatter Lo! how the fweet return of light, Lo, I look with joy and wonder Lo! our great God on high, Lo, the glorious incarnation! Lo! virtue's path is falfely trod, Lo! what love the great Creator Lo! what encouragement to all is giv'n, Lord, at thy throne of grace we meet, Lord, as my future ftate of blifs Lord, bow thy heavens to the found Lord, grant me patience to endure Lord, how boundlefs is thy grace Lord, I am thine, now fave thy own Lord, in thy fpirit of my mind, Lord, if thou fees it good for me Lord, rife and rend the rocks in twain ;- Lord, view the wretched ftate I'm in Love, O how pleasant is thy voice Man of a woman born, his days are few;: Moft gracious God, my wants fupply, Moft righteous art thou, O Lord,
Mount, mount my foul, above terreftrial things, Mount my foul, by faith to Jefus ;-
My earliest thoughts this morning, Lord, My God, thy praise fhall be my fong My heart it is fixed, and nothing can move My foul breaks forth with ftrong defire My foul explore, thus meditate, My foul, return unto thy reft; .
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My foul, fearch ev'ry part within, None Jefus but thee
No peace can wicked men enjoy, Not unto us, but thee, O Lord, O fatal hand of death! how foon O God accept this humble fong, O God, I view with fweet delight,- O God moft high! God only wife! O heavenly Dove!
O joyful tidings for mankind!
O Lord, preferve me while I pray, O Lord, fet us free
O Lord, thou art my righteousness divine; O Lord, thy Holy Spirit give, O my God, thee will I praife, Once deceiv'd on works I ftood,
On God alone my foul rely
O finners, repent,
O SUN of righteoufnefs arife
O taste and fee, and know the Lord is good! O that the foolish were made wife,
O thou by whom all things were made O thou God of matchlefs might! O thou great FOUNTAIN of all blifs O thou great Parent of all good! O thou judge of quick and dead! O thou most high and holy One! O thou most high eternal holy One! O thou, through whom we find Our Father which in heaven art, Perfidious heart, thy wretched cafe
Preserve me, Lord, and keep my mind in peace, 61 Propitious God, beftow on me Quicken me, thou quick'ning Spirit! Quick to thine altar, Lord, we fly Remember, O remember, Lord, Revere your God! and worship him alone, Rife, rife, for lo! the Lord is near! See! fee how forked light'nings fly, Shepherds abiding in the field, Should mutiply'd woes Sinners, attend the joyful found;
Sinners, to righteousness awake, Sinners, give ear, the great I AM, Sinners, view the fad condition Sing to the Lord, for it is meet Soon as we feek the Lord aright, Swear not at all, (the holy God hath faid!) The Conclufion
Unhurt, through dreary paths I tread, Unto God, who all things made, Vain mortals! why fo fond of pride? Visit thy church in love
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Thee we adore, O God most high! Thee will I praise, my God and King, Thee will I praife, thou God of love, The God of truth! who cannot lie! The Lord is my fupport and guide The Lord himself hath said, mine house shall be 163 The Lord hath put on righteousness The mighty God! who form'd the hills, The mighty God! let nations own, The mem'ry of the juft is bleft The righteous when they die Thou Author of my days Thou Author of my peace, Thou God of glorious majesty! Thou great high Prieft! thy blood alone Thou jealous God! to whom is known Thou SUN of righteousness Thy favour, Lord, I now implore, To all the world the Lord hath fent To God are all my fecrets known To-day fhould God's archangel come, To God I offer all my pow'rs To God who into being brought To Jew and Gentile, just the fame, To my immortal foul which bears To fave, O God, do thou arife, To thee, the living God, I cry Tremble and quake, ye wicked race, Tremendous God! by thy command, Up to thy throne above Unchangeable Lord
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Vouchfafe to hear and fave me, Lord, We'll now lay down to reft, We meet in thy ways
We want the happy art to learn, What are my light affliction here What cruel monfters are the human race What tongue can tell the joy divine, What vaft deftruction in the earth What vanity of vanities When I arife and leave my tomb, When fhall I hear the trumpet found, Where virtue in her place refides, Who is like unto thee, O Lord, Why, Oh! my foul art thou caft down? With heart and voice I'll praise thy name, With joy the faints of the moft High With pity, gracious God, draw near, Xacca, (as records teach us to believe Year after year rolls round apace, Ye mortal men, in time prepare Ye ranfom'd, all fing
Ye faints of God rejoice,
Ye faints who love and fear the Lord, Ye weary wand'rers from the way of peace Zion God's chofen place
Zion redeem'd from fin fhall be
Zion fhout, behold thy King!
I.
On the Creation, Fall, and Reftoration.
DAM was in God's image made, By his creating word; Was alfo at the first obey'd,"
And own'd the fov'reign Lord! God made, and likewife gave him EvE, But Satand did them both deceive.
2 Alarming fate! alas they felle,
And were condemned to dief: Sin fully fitted them for hell,
And their whole progeny; But from this wretched, hopeless state, The promis'd feed1 did them translate1!
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(a) Gen. i. 27.-Eccl. vii. 29. (b) John i. 1, 3. (d) Gen. iii. 4, 5, 6. (e) Gen. vi. 5, 6, 7.(f) Gen. ii. 17. (g) Rom. v. 12. -Gal. iv. 4, 5.
(h) Gen. iii.
(i) Col. i. 13.
(c) Gen. ii. 22. I Cor. XV. 22. 15.-xxii. 18.
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