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He tells the fhepherds of their joys,

And banishes their fears.

"Go, humble swains," said he, To David's city fly;

"The promis'd infant, born to-day,
"Doth in a manger ly.

6" With looks and hearts ferene
"Go vifit Chrift your King;"
And straight a flaming troop was feen;
The shepherds heard them fing,
"Glory to GoD on high!

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"And heav'nly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth."

8 In worship fo divine

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Let faints employ their tongues, With the celestial hoft we join, And loud repeat their fongs;

"Glory to God on high!

"And heav'nly peace on earth, "Good-will to men, to angels joy,

At our Redeemer's birth."

IV. Referred to the fecond Pfalm.

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

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AKED 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 hear enjoy,

And fondly call our own,

Are

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Are but fhort favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anone.

'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high,
Or finks them in the grave;
He gives, and (bleffed be his name)
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry paffions, then,
Let each rebellious figh
Be filent at his fov'reign will,
`And every murmur die.

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If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises fhall be spread;

And we'll adore the justice too

That strikes our comforts dead.

VI. Triumph over death, Job xix. 25, 26, 27.

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REAT GOD, I own the sentence just,
And nature must decay;

I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My Jefus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty Conqu❜ror fhall appear
High on a royal feat;

And death, the laft of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 The greedy worms devour my fkin,
And gnaw my wafting flesh,

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When God fhall build my bones again,

He clothes them all afresh.

Then fhall I fee thy lovely face

With strong immortal eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown grace

With pleasure and surprise.

VII. The invitation of the gospel: or, Spiritual food and cloathing, Ifa. lv. 1, 2. &c.

E T 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 fouls
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A foul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provifion rafte.

4 Ho!

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ye that pant for living ftreams,
And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

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 fin,

7 Come naked, and adorn your fouls
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 everlasting mines;
Deep as our helpless mis'ries are,
And boundless as our fins.

9 The happy gates of gofpel-grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to feek fupplies,
And drive our wants away.

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VIII. The fafety and protection of the church,
Ifa. xxxvi. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

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OW honourable is the place
Where we adorning stand,

Zion, the glory of the earth,
And beauty of the land.

2 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend

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The city where we dwell,
The walls of strong falvation made
Defy th' affaults of hell.

Lift up the everlasting gates,

The doors wide open fling:
Enter, ye nations, that obey
The ftatutes of our King.

4 Here fhall you taste unmingled joys,
And live in perfect peace;
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You

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You that have known Jehovah's name,
And ventur'd on his

grace.

Truft in the Lord, for ever trust,

And banish all your fears:

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his years.

6 What though the rebels dwell on high,
His arm fhall bring them low;
Low as the caverns of the grave
Their lofty heads fhall bow.

7 On Babylon our feet fhall tread
In that rejoicing hour;

The ruins of her walls fhall fpread.
A pavement for the poor.

IX. The promises of the covenant of grace, Ifa. Iv. 1, 2. Zech. xiii. 1. Micah vii. 10. Ezek. xxxvi. 25. &c.

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'N vain we lavish out our lives

To gather empty wind;

The choicest bleffings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.

2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our fouls
With more substantial meat;
With fuch as faints in glory love,
With fuch as angels eat.

3 Our God will ev'ry want fupply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by cov❜nant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.

4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted fouls,
And wash away our stains,