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2 A gen'rous Pity warms his Heart, r
His Kindness widely he extends;

The Poor in all his Wealth have Part
To fome he gives, to others lends:
Yet what his, Bounty waftes, repairs
By wifely ord'ring his Affairs.

3 When Times with difmal Face appear,
By frightful Clouds and Gloom o'erfpread,
His Heart fhall entertain no Fear,
Above the Gloom he'll lift his Head:
His Faith fhall bear his Courage up,

And God approve, and crown his Hope. 4 When raging Waves and Tempests roar, And Sinners and their Hopes are drown'd; He'll fit, and fee it, fafe on Shore,

With Eife and with Salvation crown'd:"
On Earth Renown, and Heav'n above,
Shall recompence his Faith and Love.
HYMN CX...

ISTAKEN Souls thatdreamofHeav'n,

M and make their empty Boalt

Of inward Joys, and Sins forgiven,
while they are, Slaves to Luft!

2 Vain are our Fancies, airy Flights,.
if Faith becold and dead; !!
None but a living Pow'r unites
sta Chrift the living Head.

3 'Tis Faith that purifies the Heart,
'tis Faith that works by Love;

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That bide our finful Joys depart,
and lifts our Thoughts above.

'Tis Faith that conquers Earth and Hell,
by a celeftial Power;

This is the Grace that fhall prevail
in the decifive Hour.

HYMN CXI.

I WHEN we can read our Title clear. to Manfions in the Skies,

We bid farewell to ev'ry Fear,

and wipe our weeping Eyes.

2 Should Death against our Souls engage, and hellish Darts be hurl'd;

Then we can smile at Satan's Rage,
and face a frowning World.

3 Should Cares like a wild Deluge come,
and Storms of Sorrow fall;
May we but fafely reach our Home,
our God, our Heav'n, our All;

4 There fhall we baths our weary Souls
in Seas of heav'nly Refts
And not a Wave of Trouble roll
across our peaceful Breast.

HYMN CXII.

* WITH Joy commemorate the Graer of your High-Priest above;

His Heart is made of Tendertel his Bowels melt with Love. 2 Touch'd with a Sympathy within, he knows our feeble Frame,

He knows what fore Temptations meal,

for he has felt the fame.

3 But fpotless, innocent and pure,
the great Redeemer flood,
While Satan's fiery Darts he bore,
and did refift to Blood.

4 He in the Days of feeble Fleft,
pour'd out ftrong Cries and Tears,
And in his Measure feels afresh,
what ev'ry Member bears.

5 He'll never quench the finoaking Flax,
but raise it to a Flame:

The bruised Reed he never breaks, nor fcorns the meaneft Name, 6 Then let our humble Faith addref his Mercy and his Power, We shall obtain deliv'ring Grace, in the diftreffing Hour.

HYMN CXIII.

1 HAPPY the Heart where Graces reigh, where Love infpires the Breaft;

Love is the brighteft of the Train, and quickens all the reft.

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2 Knowledge

2 Knowledge; alas! 'tis all in vain, and all in vain our Fear:

Our stubborn Sins will fight and reign if Love be abfent there....

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3 'Tis Love that makes our cheerful Feet :i in fwift Obedience move;

The Devils know and, tremble too,

but Satah cannot love..

4 Before we quite forfake our Clay, or leave this dark Abode," May Wings of Love bear us away, to fee our smiling God,

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This is the Grace that lives and fings,
when Faith and Hope fhall cease:.
'Tis this fhall strike our joyful Strings,
in the sweet Realms of Blifs.

JESU

ESUS, I love thy charming Name,
'tis Mufic to my Ear;

Fain would I found it out fo loud,

that Earth and Heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, thou art precious to my Soul, my Transport and my Truft; Jewels to thee are gaudy Toys, and Gold is fordid Duft.

3 All my capacious Powers can wish, in thee doth richly meet;

Nor to my Eyes is Light fo dear, nor Friendship half fo fweet.

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4 Thy Grace fhall dwell upon my Heart,
and fhed its Fragrance there;
The nobleft Balm of all its Wounds,
the Cordial of its Care.

5 I'll speak the Honours of thy Name,
with my laft lab'ring Breath;
And dying, clafp thee in my Arms,
the Antidote of Death.

HYMN CXV.

1 HADwe the Tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler Speech than Angels ufe,
If Love be wanting, we are found
Like tinkling Brafs, an empty Sound.
Were we infpir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in Heav'n and Hell;
Or could our Faith the World remove,
Still we are Nothing without Love.
3 Should we distribute all our Store
To cheer the Bowels of the Poor;
Or give our Bodies to the Flame
To gain a Martyr's glorious Name:
4 If Love to God, and Love to Man
Be absent, all our Hopes are vain:
Nor Tongues, nor Gifts, nor fiery Zeal,
The Work of Love can e'er fuitil.