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Jehovah, Lord, all thanks and praise
Jehovah reigns enthron'd on high,
Jehovah great I am!

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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!

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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

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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;

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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

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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!

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Devout Breathings

OF THE

SOUL TO
TO GOD, &c.

PART FIRST.

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.

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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!

B

(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.

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(c) Gen. ii. 22. I Cor. XV. 22. 15.-xxii. 18.

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