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The vail it is torn,
And paradife gain'd:
The Father hath fworn;

His promise fhall stand.

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Our nature's releas'd

From fin, death, and hell Jehovah is pleas'd

With man for to dwell; A fit habitation,

In fpirit, for God;
A bleft, new creation,
Pronounc'd very good.

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We mourn not the hour
That Adam did fall,
When his will and pow'r
Were forfeited all;
Nor are we now griev'd,
His glory and crown
Could not be retriev'd
By works of his own.

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;

It was on this ground,
The myft'ry of grace
Did much more abound,
When Jefus took place
Of man, the offender,
To die as our fin;
And righteousness render
Complete, and brought in.
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By this was made known

God's nature as love:

This we, in his Son,
For ever fhall prove.

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HYMN 22. L. M.

HE King of faints, how fair his face, Adorn'd with majesty and grace!

He comes with bleffings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

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At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen array'd in pureft gold;
The world admires her heav'nly drefs;
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

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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.

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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.

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O happy hour, when thou fhalt rife
To his fair palace in the fkies!
And all thy fons (a num'rous train}
Each like a prince in glory reign.

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Let endless honours crown his head
Let ev'ry age his praises spread ;
While we with cheerful fongs approve
The condefcenfion of his love.

HYMN 23. P. M.

COME, thou long expected Jefus,

Born to fet thy people free;
From our fears and fins release us,
Let us find our reft in thee;
Ifrael's ftrength and confolation,
Hope of all the faints thou art;
Dear defire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

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Born thy people to deliver;

Born a child, and yet a king; Born to reign in us for ever,

Now thy gracious kingdom bring:

By thine own eternal spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;

By thine all-fufficient merit,

Raife us to thy glorious throne.

HYMN 24. P. M.

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THE builder, whom true wisdom sways,

Firft the foundation deeply lays;

Prepar'd against each fhock:

Our Builder, fure of his own plan,
Founded us deeply in the man,
On God, th' eternal Rock.

Chrift is that precious corner-ftone,
Which all his church is built upon;
Nor can it ever fall :
The prophets, and apoftles too,
Other foundation never knew
Than Jefus, Lord of all.

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Chrift, in this building, is the door;
And always open to the poor,

Who would approach their God:
Nor, though they're naked, need they fear,
For Chrift is yea; boldly draw near,
And plead redeeming blood.

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As windows rang'd, admit the light
To chafe the horrors of the night,
Enlight'ning ev'ry part:

So, in our Saviour's lovely face,
The Godhead fhines in love and
To cheer the human heart.

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grace,

The ftone the builders did refuse,
Which human wisdom ne'er will choofe,
Is here the head-stone seen ;
Brought forth with joy to make all fast =
Chrift is the first stone and the laft;
The church is fafe between.

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The fpacious, roof, extended wide,
Lock'd in fecure on ev'ry fide,

Braves all the ftorms that fall:
Christ is that cov'ring; fuited well,
To fhelter man from forms of hell;
O, Chrift! thou art our all.

HYMN 25. C. M.

INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace;
Thine uncreated beauties fhine
With never-fading rays.

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

To Thee their pray'rs and vows afcend,
In Thee their wishes meet.

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Thy name, as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;
Sweetly the facred odour's spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.
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Millions of happy fpirits live

On thine exhaustless store ;

From Thee they all their bliss receive, And ftill thou givest more.

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Thou art their triumph, and their joy; They find their all in Thee :

Thy glories will their tongues employ Through all eternity.

HYMN 26. L. M.

THE Father's love to man fo free,

Made us the fulness of the Son:
The Son, he wills that we should be
With him, where e'er he is, as one,

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In him a new creation made,

No more to fail, but to endure;

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