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PRAISE TO GOD.
BEGIN the high celestial strain,
My ravish'd foul, and fing
A folemn hymn of grateful Praise,
Ye curling fountains, as you roll
Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,
To diftant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world,
The lofty theme convey.
Take the glad burden of his name,
Long let it tremble round the spheres,
While we with facred rapture fir'd,
The blefs'd Creator fing;
And chaunt our confecrated lays,
To Heaven's Eternal King,
PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER,
our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the facred fong!
O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue.
His love, what mortal thought can reach What mortal tongue difplay? Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
Let wonder fill with love unite,
Jefus, who left his throne on high,
Dear Lord! while we adoring pay
O may the fweet, the blissful theme,
THE GLORIOUS PRESENCE OF CHRIST IN HEAVEN.
For a fweet infpiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms where Jefus reigns.
There, low before his glorious throne,
And with delightful worship own
His fmile their blifs, their heav'n, their all.
Immortal glories crown his head,
He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs,
There all the fav'rites of the Lamb,
O may the joy-infpiring theme,
A wake our faith and warm defire.
Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal
Our intereft in that blifsful place; Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
THE JOYS OF HEAVEN.
COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart,
Then to the shining feats of blifs,
Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
The foul from fin for ever free,
Shall mourn it's power no more;
But, cloth'd in fpotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
There on a throne, how dazzling bright,
Th' exalted Saviour shines ;
And beams ineffable delight,.
On all the heavenly minds!
There fhall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes infpire;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,
We join th' angelic choir.
THE EXCELLENCY OF THE SCRIPTURES.
FATHER of Mercies, in thy Word,
What endless glory shines ?
For ever be thy name ador'd,
Here may the wretched fons of want
Exhauftlefs riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lafting as the mind.
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast,
Sublimer fweets than Nature knows
Invite the longing tafte.
Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice,
Attend the blifsful found.
O may thefe heavenly pages be,
My ever dear delight;
And ftill new beauties may I fee,
And ftill increasing light.