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Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race:

And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abus'd his grace.

Exalt the Lord our God,

Whose grace is still the same;
Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.

Psalm xcv. 1, 2, 3, 6, 7.

COME, let our voices join to raise

A sacred song of solemn praise:
God is a sov'reign King; rehearse
His honour in exalted verse.

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word:
He is our shepherd; we the sheep,
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
3 Come, let us her his voice to-day;
The counsels of his love obey;

Nor let our harden'd hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.
4 [Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offer'd grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessing by delay.

5 Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:
Believe, and take the promis'd rest:
Obey, and be for ever blest.]

To heav'n your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;

But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.

3 All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker blest;

Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.

138. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Psalm cxxxiv. 1, 2, 3.

1 YE that obey th' iminortal King,

Attend his holy place;

Bow to the glories of his pow'r,
And bless his wondrous grace.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high:

Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts
With rays of quick'ning grace:

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The God that spreads the heav'ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas.

139. C. M. Mr. S. Deacon.

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Compel them to come in?"

Then let us cheerfully obey

A mandate so divine.

2 Let all who hear the Saviour's word, Their vanities forsake;

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And humbly press around the board,
And of his grace partake.

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140. C. M. S. Brent, Esq.

EHOLD thy waiting servants, Lord!
Oh ueign with us to dwell!

Assist us in the holy work,

Whilst we thy wonders tell!

2 Revive our drooping spirits, Lord!
Fill us with holy joy!

And let thy mercies, mighty God!'
Our noblest thoughts employ.

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To thee, our God! all honour's due
Through Christ our heav'nly king:
Let heaven and earth repeat the joy,
And praises that we sing!

141. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Psalm ii. 9, 10.

BE worship at his throne;

E wise, ye sinners, now,

With trembling joy, ye people bow
To God's exalted Son.

If once his wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place;

Then blessed is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.

142. C. M. Mr. S. Deacon.

Take heed how ye hear.

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Luke viii. 18.

THE Saviour speaks, let ev'ry ear

Devout attention give;
Take heed how you the gospel hear,
That you may learn and live.

How will you stand before his face,
If you the gospel slight?

O! hear it, and the truth embrace,
Then meet him with delight.

143. L. M. Dr. Watts.

REAT God! thy glories shall employ

GMy holy fear, my humble joy;

My lips in songs of honour bring
Their tribute to th' eternal King.
2 His mercy, like a boundless sea,
Washes our load of guilt away;

While his own Son came down and died,
T" engage his justice on our side.

3 Each of his words demands my faith;
My soul can rest on all he saith;
His truth inviolably keeps
The largest promise of his lips.

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4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heav'n!
And God, the judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiv'n.

5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living head,
And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this,

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My weary soul would rest:

The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.

148. C. M.

Lord's-Day Evening.

FREQUENT the day of God returns

To shed its quick'ning beams:
And yet how slow devotion burns!
How languid are its flaines!
2 Accept our faint attempts to love,
Our frailties, Lord, forgive;
We would be like thy saints above,
And praise thee while we live.

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope,
And fit us to ascend,

Where the assembly ne'er breaks up,
The sabbath ne'er shall end;

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air,
With heavenly lustre shine;
Before the throne of God appear,
And feast on love divine;

5 Where we, in high seraphic strains,
Shall all our powers employ;
Delighted range th' ethereal plains,
And take our fill of joy!

149. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Lamenting Unfruitfulness and Ignorance under divine Ordinances.

1LONG have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;

But still how weak my taith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of thy grace
My mem'ry can retain !

3 [My dear Redeemer, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!
4 [How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!

How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!]

5 Great God! thy sov'reign pow'r impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

6 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;

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150. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.

The eternal Sabbath.

ORD of the sabbath, hear our vows,

'Lon this thy day, in this thine house;

And own as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from thy temples rise. 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our longing souls aspire With cheerful hope, and strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which dwell upon immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms of angry foes; No cares to break the long repose: No midnight shade, nor cloudẹd sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon! 5 O long-expected day, begin!

Dawn on these realins of pain and sin;
Our souls would leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.