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HYMN.

PRAISE TO GOD.

Hbegin the high celestial strain,
My raviih'd foul, and fmg

A folemn hymn of grateful Praife,
To Heaven's Almighty King.

Ye curling fountains, as you roll

Your silver waves along; Whifper, to all your verdant shores,

The fubject of my fong.

Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,

To distant climes away, And round the wide-extended world,

The lofty theme convey.

Take the glad burden of his name,

Ye clouds, as you arife, Whether to deck the golden morn,

Or shade the evening Ikies.

Long let it tremble round the fpheres,
And echo through the Iky;

Till angels, with immortal skill,
Improve the harmony.

While we with facred rapture sir'd,
The blefs'd Creator sing;

And chaunt our confecrated lays,
To Heaven's Eternal King.

HYMN.

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER.

To oar Redeemer's glorious name,

Awake the facred fong!
O may his love (immortal flame!) .

Tune every heart aud tongue.

His love, what mortal thought can reach

What mortal tongue difplay? Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

Let wonder still with love unite,

And gratitude and joy; Jefus be our fupreme delight,

His praife our best employ.

Jefus, who left his throne on high9
Left the bright realms of blifs,

And came to earth to bleed and die 1
Was ever love like this?

Dear Lord! while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee;
May every heart with rapture fay, . ,

The Saviour dy'd for me!

O may the fweet, the blifsful theme,

Fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name.

And join the facred fong.

HYMN.

THE GLORIOUS PRESENCE OF CHRIST
IN HEAVEN.

For a fweet infpiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endlefs day,
The blifsful realms where Jefus reigns.

There, low before his glorious throne,

Adoring faints and angels fall; And with delightful worlhip own

His fmile their blifs, their heav'n, their all.

Immortal glories crown his head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rife;
And love, and joy, and triumph fpread,

Through all th' asfemblies of the ikies.

He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs,
To boundlefs rapture while they gaze;

Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues,
Refound his everlasting praife.

There' all the fav'ritej of the Lamb,
Shall join, at last, the heav'nly choir;

O may the joy-infpiring theme,
Awake our faith and warm desire.

Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal

Our interest in that blifsful place; Till death remove this mortal veil,

And we behold thy lovely face.

HYMN.

THE JOYS OF-HEAVEN.

(come, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Infpire each lifelefs tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart,

Their influence to our fong.

Then to the shining feats of blifs,

The wings of Faith shall foar, And all the charms of Paradife

Our raptur'd thoughts explore. Pleafures, unfully'd flourilh there,

Beyond the reach of time; Not blooming Eden fmil'd fo fair,

In all her flowery prime. Sorrow, and pain, and every care,

And difcord there shall ceafe; And perfect joy, and love fmcere,

Adorn the realms of peace. The foul from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn it's power no more;
But, cloth'd in fpotlefs purity,

Redeeming love adore.
There on a throve, how dazzling bright,

Th' exalted Saviour shines; • .

And beams ineffable delight,,

On all the heavenly minds!

There shall the followers of the Lamb.
Join in immortal fongs;

A nd endlefs honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

Lord, tune our Hearts to praife and love,

Our feehle notes infpire;
Till, in thy hlifsful courts ahove,

We join th' angelic choir*

HYMN.

THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES.

]father of Mercies, in thy Word,

"What endlefs glory fhines? For ever he thy name ador'd,

For thefe celestial lines.

Here may the wretched fons of want

Exhaustlefs riches sind;
Riches, ahove what earth can grant,

And lasting us the mind.

Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,

And yields a free repast,
Suhlimer fweets than Nature knows

Invite the longing taste.
Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice,

Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys,

Attend the hlifsful found.

O may thefe heavenly pages he,

My ever dear delight;
And still new heauties may I fee.

And still increasing light.

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