2 [The LORD, the Highest Gob, Calls him his only Son;

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He bids him rule the Lands abroad,
And gives him David's Throne.
O'er Jacob fhall he reign
With a peculiar Sway;

The Nations fhall his Grace obtain,
His Kingdom ne'er decay.]

To bring the glorious News
A heav'nly Form appears;

He tells the Shepherds of their Joys,
And banishes their Fears.

"Go, humble Swains," faid he,
"To David's City fly;

"The promis'd Infant, born To-day,
"Doth ina Manger lie.

"With Looks and Hearts ferene, "Go vifit CHRIST your King ;' And ftraight a flaming Troop was feen; The Shepherds heard them fing,

"Glory to GoD on High! "And heav'nly Peace on Earth: "Good-will to Men, to Angels Joy,

"At our Redeemer's Birth!"

8 [In Worship fo divine.

Let Saints employ their Tongues, With the celeftial Hofts we join, And loud repeat their Songs.

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Glory to GOD on High!

And heav'nly Peace on Earth;

"Good-will to Men, to Angels Joy, "At our Redeemer's Birth."]

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IV. Referred to the Second Pfalm.

V. Submiffion to afflictive Providences, Job i. 21.

NAked as from the Earth we came

And crept to Life at first;

We to the Earth return again,
And mingle with our Duft.

2 The dear Delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are but fhort Favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.

3 'Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, Or finks them in the Grave;

He gives, and (blessed be his Name !)
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry Paffions then!
Let each rebellious Sigh

Be filent at his foy'reign Will,
And ev'ry Murmur die.

5 If fmiling Mercy crown our Lives,
Its Praifes, fhall be fpread;

And we'll adore the Juftice too
That ftrikes our Comforts dead.

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VI. Triumph over Death, Job xix. 25-27.

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Great GOD, I own thy Sentence juft ;

And Nature muft decay:

I yield my Body to the Duff,

To dwell with Fellow-Clay.

2 Yet Faith may triumph o'er the Grave,
And trample on the Tombs:
My JESUS, my Redeemer lives,
My Gor, my Saviour comes.
The mighty Conqu❜ror fhall appear
High on a Royal Seat,

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And Death, the laft of all his Foes,
Lie vanquifh'd at his Feet.

4 Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin,
And gnaw my wafting Flefh,

When GOD fhall build my Bones again,
He clothes them all afresh:

5 Then fhall I fee thy lovely Face
With strong immortal Eyes,

And feaft upon thy unknown Grace
With Pleasure and Surprise.

VII. The Invitation of the Gospel: or, Spiritual
Food and Cloathing, Ifa. Iv. 1, &c.

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ET ev'ry mortal Ear attend,
And ev'ry Heart rejoice;

The Trumpet of the Gospel founds
With an inviting Voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry ftarving Souls
That feed upon the Wind,
And vainly ftrive with earthly Toys
To fill an empty Mind.

3 Eternal Wifdom has prepar'd
A Soul-reviving Feast,
And bid your longing Appetites
The rich Provifion tafte.

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Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging. Thirft
With Springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of Love and Mercy here In a rich Ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows,

Like Floods of Milk and Wine.

6 [Ye perishing and naked Poor, Who work with mighty Pain

To weave a Garment of your own,
That will not hide your Sin;

7 Come naked, and adorn your Souls
In Robes prepar'd by GoD,
Wrought by the Labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own Blood.]

8 Dear God! the Treasures of thy Love Are everlafting Mines,

Deep as our helpless Mis'ries are,

And boundless as our Sins!

9 The happy Gates of Gofpel Grace

Stand open Night and Day:
LORD, we are come to feek Supplies,
And drive, our Wants away,

VIII. The Safety and Protection of the Church.
Ifa. xxvi, 1-6.

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HOW honourable is the Place

Where we adoring stand;

Zion, the Glory of the Earth,
And Beauty of the Land!
2 Bulwarks of mighty Grace defend
The City where we dwell;
The Walls, of ftrong Salvation made,
Defy th' Affaults of Hell.

3 Lift up the everlasting Gates,
The Doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye Nations that obey
The Statutes of our King.

4 Here fhall you tafte unmingled Joys,
And live in perfect Peace;
You that have known JEHOVAH's Name,
And ventur'd on his Grace.

5 Truft in the LORD, for ever truft,
And banish all your Fears:

Strength in the Lord JEHOVAH dwells,
Eternal as his Years.

6 What tho'the Rebels dwell on high,
His Arm fhall bring them low:
Low as the Caverns of the Grave
Their lofty Heads fhall bow.