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2 At his right hand, our eyes
The queen array'd in pureft gold;
The world admires her heav'nly dress ;
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 He forms her beauties, like his own,
He calls and feats her, near his throne;
Fair ftranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.
4 So fhall the king the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rife
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy fons (a num'rous train,)
Each like a prince in glory reign.
6 Let endless honors crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread ;
While we with cheerful fongs approve
The condefcenfion of his love.


Comforter of all that mour

JESUS, comforter divine!

Confolations, Lord, are thine;
Mightieft comforts, full of good,
Worthy of the living God.

2 Thou shalt wipe all tears away,
"Mid the blessed realms of day;
Thou shalt hush each rising figh
Sorrow, pain and death fhall die.

3 Highest praises wait thy name, Great, unchanging, glorious fame; Jefus, comforter divine!

Praises, praises, Lord be thine.


* HAIL Counsellor of peace, good will!

Glorious for God and man;

Thee we adore, on Zion's hill,
And bless thy gracious plan.

2 Faithful and true in every word,
Thy counsel wrote in blood,

Brings home the banifh'd to the Lord,
And makes their peace with God.


3 Jefus! can time, can life
The mighty debt of love?

Ah! no. Then found ye harps of day,
And fhout his name above.

Defire of all nations.
INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace;
Thy uncreated beauties fhine
With never fading rays.

2 Sinners from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and vows afcend,
In thee, their wishes meet. I

3 Thy name as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;

Sweetly the facred odours fpread"
Through all Immanuel's ground.
4 Millions of happy fpirits live
On thy exhaunless store;


From thee, they all their blifs receive,
And fill thou givest more.

Thou art their trinmph and their joy:
They find their all in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Thro' all eternity,



oer of God's will.

HEN God would manifeft his grace'
To man that he might prove

The glories of the Father's face,
And feel his nature love;

2 He faid he would not facrifice,
As offer'd by the law;

All human merit would defpife,
His prefence thence withdraw.

3 Then faid the Saviour, "lo, I come
To do thy will my God;"

He brought his fons and daughters home
By pouring out his blood :

4 That they with him might enter in

To all the heav'n of love :

His death did make an end of fin,
The stumbling block remove.

5 Thou Lord a body didft prepare,
Thy own collected feed,

For him eternally to wear,
And be the living head.
6 Obedient in this body, he
Thy council did fulfil,
Did ev'ry member purify,
And do thy perfect will.


L. M.



JESUS, we blefs thy Father's name;
Thy God and our's are both the fame ;
What heav'nly bleffings from his throne,
Flow down to finners, through his Son !
2 Chrift be my first elect, he faid,

Then chose our souls in Christ our head,
Before he gave the mountains birth,
Or laid foundations for the earth.

3 Thus did eternal love begin,

To raise us from our death and fin
Qur characters were then decreed;
Blameless in love, a holy feed:

4 Predeftinated to be fons,

Born by degrees, but chofe at once
A new regenerated race,

To praise the glory of his grace.

5 With Chrift, our Lord, we share a part, In the affections of his heart;

Nor fhall our fouls be thence remov'd, 'Till he forgets his first belov'd.

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Fairer than the fons of men.

1 ETERNAL excellence!

Thy fons would fain declare,
In the divineft fenfe,

How thou art heav'nly fair :
O Prince, Meffiah, thou art seen
The faireft of the fons of men.
Jefus, thy beauties fhine
Bright, infinitely bright;
Both human and divine,
In thee, O Lamb, unite!

Whate'er in heav'n or earth we fee
As beautiful, are types of thee.

3 The fun, the moon, the stars,
With all the thrones above,
Thine excellence declare,
Thy beauty, pow'r and love:
All worlds before thy throne we fee,
One fea of glass reflecting thee.




'FATHER and of grace, the Lord!

Be thou in one eternal train,

By all thy various works ador'd.

2 From heav'n to earth, from earth to heav'n, Through worlds above and worlds below, Thy boundless mercies freely giv❜n,

In tides of blifs forever flow.

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