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PRAISE TO GOD.
Hbegin the high celestial strain,
A folemn hymn of grateful Praife,
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,
Till angels, with immortal skill,
While we with facred rapture sir'd,
And chaunt our confecrated lays,
PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER.
To oar Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the facred fong!
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
And came to earth to bleed and die 1
Dear Lord! while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee;
The Saviour dy'd for me!
O may the fweet, the blifsful theme,
Fill every heart and tongue;
And join the facred fong.
THE GLORIOUS PRESENCE OF CHRIST
For a fweet infpiring ray,
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;
Through all th' asfemblies of the ikies.
He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs,
Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues,
There' all the fav'ritej of the Lamb,
O may the joy-infpiring theme,
Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal
Our interest in that blifsful place; Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
THE JOYS OF-HEAVEN.
(come, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Infpire each lifelefs tongue;
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;
Redeeming love adore.
Th' exalted Saviour shines; • .
And beams ineffable delight,,
On all the heavenly minds!
There shall the followers of the Lamb.
A nd endlefs honours to his name
Lord, tune our Hearts to praife and love,
Our feehle notes infpire;
We join th' angelic choir*
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;
And lasting us the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast,
Invite the longing taste.
Spreads heavenly peace around;
Attend the hlifsful found.
O may thefe heavenly pages he,
My ever dear delight;
And still increasing light.