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HYMN.
THE JOYS OF HEAVEN.

COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue ;
And let the joys of heaven impart,

Their influence to our song.
Then to the shining seats of bliss,

The wings of Faith shall soar, And all the charms of Paradise

Our raptur'd thoughts explore. Pleasures, unfully'd flourish there,

Beyond the reach of time; Not blooming Eden (mild so fair,

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

And discord there shall cease ; And perfect joy, and love fincere,

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

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

Redeeming love adore.
There on a throne, 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 songs;

And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love.

Our feeble notes inspire ;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join th' angelic choir.

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HYMN. THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES.

FATHER of Mercies, in thy Word, 20

What endless glory shines ? o jo allit! For ever be thy name ador'd,

21013 For these celestial lines. Here may the wretched sons of want bote

Exhaustless riches find; o n rohet Riches, above what earth can grant,

And lasting as the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, with

And yields a free repaft, ostegun a
Sublimer sweets than Nature knows

T Invite the longing taste. 13 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice,

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

Attend the blissful found.
O may these heavenly pages be,

My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,

And still increasing light.

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Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy facred Word;

And view my Saviour there.

SONG OF PRAISE.
TO THE EVER-BLESSED TRINITY.

B EST be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.
Glory to thee, Great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital bloud,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.
We give thee, Sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of fin and woe
Makes living fprings of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore ; .
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom, or a thore.

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THE END.

Merridew, Printer, Coventig.

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