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5 Our captive souls are now restor❜d,
From Egypt's slavish chains;
From Phar'oh's burdens, now releas'd,
We sing in joyful strains.

6 The smiling beams of love divine;
The presence of our friend,
Beget in us, that heav'nly life,
Which cheers us to the end.

PAUSE.

7 Contention, strife, and vile debate,
Our hearts no more employ ;
With wine and oil our wounds are heal'd,
And we are fill'd with joy.

8 An union sweet of course ensues;
Forbearance peace and love;
Tho' wise as serpents we might be,
Yet harmless as the dove.

9 If heav'n the union once confirm,
Between your soul and mine;

Who dare condemn ? who shall molest;
An union so divine?

10 We'll travel on in wisdom's ways,
And leave opinion free ;

Nor shall the diff'rence break our peace,
Or marr our liberty.

11 The heart is what the Lord requires;
Our hearts shall yield in love:

Be join'd our souls, as ONE in Christ,
Until we meet above.

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12 With melody divine our souls,
Inspir'd seem all on fire;

Inflam'd by love and fill'd with praise,
We'll join the heav'nly choir.

13 So thro' an endless pleasing day,
In one seraphic flame,

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Of love and light, our souls shall join,
To praise Immanu'l's name.

HYMN CXCVIII. C. M.

COME all ye poor despised souls,

Unto the fold repair,

H. C.

Where God his boundless love unfolds,
And says he'll meet you here.
His glorious presence fills our souls
With songs of loudest praise,

Let all who prize a Saviour dear,
Their hearts and voices raise.

CHORUS,

Sing glory, honour, to the Lord,
Salvation to our King,

Let all who love a Saviour's name,
His glorious praises sing.

2 The heav'nly glory fills my soul,
My heart is fir'd with love;

Nor shall the world my joys controul,
My treasure is above.

I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God,
His ways appear so sweet;

My soul shall keep the heav'nly road,
And bow at Jesu's feet..

Sing glory, honour, &c.

3 When weeping Mary came to seek
Her Lord with a perfume,

The wrapper and the sheet she found,
Together in the tomb.

The Angels said "he is not here,"
He's not among the dead :
Now streams of grace to sinners flow,
As free as did his blood.

Sing glory, honour to my God,
He's now upon his throne,

And bringing foreign strangers home,
He claims them for his own.

HYMN CXCIX. C. M.

On instrumental music.

A. M. SARJENT.

WEET music, O its lovely charms,

'S it waftsmy soul to heav'n

My passions it divinely warms,
With joys the Lord has giv❜n.

2 It sweetens the most bitter hours,
And lifts my thoughts on high;
It animates the human pow'rs,
To banish ev'ry sigh.

3 Enraptur'd now with joys divine
My soul is all on fire;

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I cheerfully this world resign
To join the heav'nly choir.
4 Sweet harmony design'd by love,
T'inspire the human mind,
With tranquil joys of heav'n above,
And love to all mankind.

5 The soft'ning charms divinely melt,
The heart of stone to tears;
The abject mind which never felt,
To heav'n above it rears.

6 Refines the soul and vice subdues,
Makes room for heav'n within ;
Inspires with love, assists the muse,
And draws the mind from sin.

70 pleasing music, holy theme,
Whose virtues are divine,
I'll thank the Saviour's holy name,
He's made that pleasure mine.

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HYMN CC. P. M.

HE voice of free grace,
Cries fly to the mountain;

For Adam's lost race

Christ opens a fountain;

For ev'ry offence,

And ev'ry pollution;

His blood it flows free,

As streams from the ocean.

H. C.

Hallelujah to the Lamb!
By whom we find pardon;
We'll perfectly praise him,
When past over Jordun.

That fountain so clean,
By which we find favour,
From Jesu's side flows

And proves him the Saviour;
Tho' sins were increas'd
As high as a mountain,

His blood it flows free

As streams from a fountain.

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Hallelujah! &c.

Thy Kingdom is glorious ;
O'er sin, death, and hell

We shall be victorious;
Thy name shall be prais'd
By all the creation,
And saints shall delight
In singing salvation.

Hallelujah! &c.

With Zion we'll stand

When gain'd the blest shore,

With harp in our hand,

To praise and adore;
We'll range the blest fields,

And banks of the river;

Sing hallelujah,

And triumph forever..

Hallelujah ! &c.

2. M

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