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How bleffed are our eyes,

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That fee this heav'nly light;
Prophets and kings defir'd it long,
But dy'd without the fight!
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerufalem breaks forth in fongs,
And deferts learn the joy.

6 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

HYMN XI. Long Metre.

The bumble enlightened, and carnal Reafon bumbled; or, the fovereignty of Grace. Luke x. 21, 22.

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THERE was an hour when Chrift rejoic'd, And spoke his joy in words of praise; "Father, I thank thee, mighty God, "Lord of the earth, and heav'ns, and feas. 2 "I thank thy fov'reign pow'r and love, "That crowns my doctrine with fuccefs; "And makes the babes in knowledge learn "The heights, and breadths, and lengths of grace.

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"But all this glory lies conceal'd "From men of prudence and of might; "The prince of darkness blinds their eyes, "And their own pride refifts the light. 4 "Father, 'tis thus, becaufe thy will "Chofe and ordain'd it should be fo; ""Tis thy delight t' abafe the proud, "And lay the haughty fcorner low.

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"There's none can know the Father right, "But thofe that learn it from the Son; "Nor can the Son be well receiv'd, "But where the Father makes him known. 6 "Then let our fouls adore our God, "That deals his graces as he please ; "Nor gives to mortals an account "Or of his actions, or decrees.”

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HYMN XII. * Common Metre. Free Grace in revealing Chrift. Luke x. 21.

JES other all his days;

ESUS, the man of conftant grief,
A mourner

His fpirit once rejoic'd aloud, And turn'd his joy to praise : 2 "Father, I thank thy wond'rous love, "That hath reveal'd thy Son "To men nlearned; and to babes "Has made thy gospel known. 3" The myft'ries of redeeming grace "Are hidden from the wife : "While pride and carnal reas'ning join "To fwell and blind their eyes.'

4 Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth
His great decrees fulfil,

And orders all his works of grace
By his own fov'reign will.

HYMN XIII. Long Metre.

The Son of God incarnate; or, the Titles and the
Kingdom of Chrift. Ifa. ix. 2, 6, 7.

HE lands that long in darknefs lay,
Now have beheld a heav'nly light;

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Nations that fat in death's cold fhade, Are blefs'd with beams divinely bright. 2 The virgin's promis'd Son is born; Behold th' expected Child appear! What fhall his names or titles be? "The WONDERFUL, the COUNSELLOR !" 3 [This Infant is the mighty God, Core to be fuckled and ador'd ; The rna Fathe Prince of Peace, The Son of David, and his Lord.] 4 The government of earth and feas Upon his fhoulder fhall be laid; His wide dominions fhall increase, And honours to his name be paid. 5 Jefus, the holy Child, fhall fit High on his father David's throne; Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown. HYMN XIV. Long Metre. The Triumph of Faith; or, Chrift's unchangeable Love. Rom. viii. 33, &c.

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HO fhall the Lord's elect condemn?
'Tis God that justifies their fouls,
And mercy, like a mighty ftream,
O'er all their fins divinely rolls.

2 Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? 'Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their ftead; And, the falvation to fulfil,

Behold him rifing from the dead!

3 He lives he lives! and fits above,
Forever interceding there!

Who fhall divide us from his love,
Or what should tempt us to despair?

4 Shall perfecution, or distress,

Famine, or fword, or nakedness?

He that hath lov'd us bears us through, And makes us more than conqu’rors too. Faith hath an overcoming pow'r ; It triumphs in the dying hour: Chrift is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we fink with fuch a prop. 6 Not all whirrengon®

Nor pow'rs on high, nor pow'rs below, Shall cause his mercy to remove,

Or wean our hearts from Christ our love.

HYMN XV. Long Metre.

Our own Weakness, and Christ our Strength. 2 Cor. xii. 7, 9, 10.

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ET me but hear my Saviour say, "Strength fhall be equal to the day," Then I'll rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-fufficient grace.

2 I glory in infirmity,

That Chrift's own pow'r may reft on me;
When I am weak, then am I ftrong,
Grace is my fhield, and Christ my fong.

3 I can do all things, or can bear
All fuff'rings, if my Lord be there;
Sweet pleafures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head sustains.
4 But if the Lord be once withdrawn,
And we attempt the work alone,
When new temptations fpring and rife,
We find how great qur. weakness is.

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5 So Sampfon, when his hair was loft, Met the Philistines to his coft;

Shook his vain limbs with fad furprise, Made feeble fight, and loft his eyes. HYMN XVI. Common Metre. Hofanna to Chrift. Matt. xxi. 9. Luke xix. 38, 40. OSANNA to the royal Son Of David's ancient line!

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Myfterious and divine.

2 The root of David here, we find,

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And offspring is the fame;
Eternity and time are join'd

In our Immanuel's name.

Blefs'd he that comes to wretched men
With peaceful news from heav'n !
Hofannas of the highest strain

To Chrift the Lord be giv'n!

Let mortals ne'er refufe to take

Th' hofanna on their tongues,

Left rocks and ftones fhould rife, and break
Their filence into fongs.

HYMN XVII.

Common Metre.

Victory over Death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.
For an overcoming faith

To cheer my dying hours,

To triumph o'er the monfter, death,
And all his frightful pow'rs.

2 Joyful, with all the ftrength I have,
My quiv'ring lips fhould fing,

"Where is thy boafted vict'ry, grave? "And where the monster's fting?"

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