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Worlds are too feeble to exprefs

His worth, his glory, or his grace.

2 When fhall we climb thefe higher skies, Where ftorms and tempefts never rise? Where he unveils his lovely face,

And fhines and reigns the God of grace?

3 Nor earth, nor air, nor fun, nor stars,
Nor heav'n his full refemblance bears;
His beauties we can never trace,
Till we behold him, face to face.

HYMN CLXIX. C. M. JAMES RELLY.]

After Sermon.

HOW pow'rful is the glor'ous word!

The unctious word of God,

Which preaches Jefus Chrift, our Lord,
His fuff'rings, death and blood.

2 How it reveals his mystery!
Who did our fouls redeem;
Explains the facred unity,
And fhouts us, fav'd in him.
3 It fhews us ev'ry law command,
Dear Lamb, fulfill'd in thee:
And bids us faft and fearlefs ftand,
Where thou hast made us free.

4 Dear, glorious Lamb, we thee adore:
We praise thee, for thy word:

But, for thyself, we praise thee more,
O holy, holy, Lord.

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HYMN CLXX. L. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

Thanksgiving.

YE fons of men with joy record

The various wonders of the Lord; And let his pow'r and goodness found Thro' all your tribes, the earth around. 2 Let the high heav'ns your fongs invite, Thofe fpacious fields of brilliant light, Where fun, and moon, and planets roll, And ftars, that glow from pole to pole. 3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes array'd, Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruits and shade; Peopled with life of various forms, Of fish, and fowl, and beafts, and worms, 4 View the broad feas, majeftic plains, And think how wide its maker reigns ; That band remotest nations joins, And on each wave, his goodness fhines. 5 But O! that brighter world above, Where lives and reigns incarnate love! God's only Son in flesh array'd, For man, a bleeding victim made. 6 Thither, my foul with rapture foar ; There in the land of praise adore ; The theme demands an angel's lay, Demands an everlasting day.

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HYMN CLXXI. c. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

At Charity Lectures.

JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

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How fhall I count the matchlefs fum!

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How pay the mighty debt!

2 High on a throne of radiant light,
? Doft thou exalted thine;

What can my poverty beltow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou haft brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;

And wilt confefs their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'ft be cloth'd and fed,

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And vifited and cheer'd;

And, in their accents of diftrefs,

My Saviour's voice is heard.

Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in thy poor would fee;

O let us rather beg our bread,
Than keep it back from thee.

HYMN CLXXII.

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C. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

At Charity Lectures.

ATHER of mercies, fend thy grace,
All pow'rful from above,

To form in our obedient fouls
The image of thy love.

2 O may our fympathizing breafts
That gen'rous pleasure know;
Kindly to fhare in other's joy,
And weep for other's woe.

3 When the most helplefs fons of grief
In low diftrefs are laid,

Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jefus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies ;
And mid'st th' embraces of his God,
He felt compaffion rife.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raife us from the ground

And fhed the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.

HYMN CLXXIII.

C. M. [DODDRIDGE.]

At the Dedication of Children.

SEE Ifr'el's gentle shepherd stand

With all engaging charms;

Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms.

2" Permit them to approach, he cries,
Nor fcorn their humble name;
For 'twas to bless such souls as thefe,
The Lord of angels came."

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands, And yield them up to thee;

Joyful, that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear:
Ye children, feek his face i
And fly with transport to receive
The bleffings of his grace.

5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;

That care fhall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their duft.

HYMN CLXXIV. C. M. [WATTS.]

At the Dedication of Children.

How

OW large the promife! how divine,
To Abra'm and his feed!

I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need.

2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;

The angel of the cov❜nant proves,
And feals, the bleffing fore.

3 Jefus the ancient faith confirms,
To our great Fathers giv'n;

He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heav'n.

4,Our God, how faithful are his ways!
His love endures the fame ;

Nor from the promife of his grace
Blots out the childrens' name.

HYMN CLXXV. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.]·

A Funeral Hymn. 1 WITH folemn fhout we fing thy praise, Ancient of everlafting days!

Thou daily gather'ft home thine own,
Who bear thy crofs, to wear thy crown.

2 Let all rejoice and no one grieve,
This day we meet to take our leave,

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