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5. 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

But we had rather fee;

We would be abfent from the flesh

And prefent Lord with thee.

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CXI. Salvation by grace, Titus iii. 3-7.

[LORD! we confefs our num'rous faults,
How great our guilt has been!
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were fin.

2. But O my foul for ever praise, For ever love, his name

Who turns thy feet from dang❜rous ways
Of folly, fin, and shame.]

[3. 'Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done,

But we are fav'd by sov'reign grace
Abounding thro' his Son.]

4. 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin,"

'Tis by the water and the blood

Our fouls are wash'd from fin.

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5. 'Tis thro' the purchase of his death

Who hung upon the tree

The Spirit is fent down to breathe

On fuch dry bones as we.

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6. Rais'd from the dead we live anew,

And justify'd by grace

We shall appear in glory too

And see our Father's face.

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CXII. The brazen ferpent, or, Looking to Jefus, John iii.

14-16.

So did the Hebrew prophet raise

The brazen ferpent high,

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

2. "Look upward in the dying hour
"And live," the prophet cries,
But Chrift performs a nobler cure
When faith lifts up her eyes.

3. High on the cross the Saviour hung, High on the heav'ns he reigns, Here finners by th' old ferpent ftung

Look and forget their pains.

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4. Then God's own Son is lifted up,

A dying world revives,

The Jew beholds the glorious hope,

Th' expiring Gentile lives.

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CXIII. Abraham's blessing on the Gentiles, Gen. xvii, 7.

Rom. xv. 8. Mark x. 14.

How large the promise, how divine,

To Abra'm and his feed!

"I'll be a God to thee and thine,

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Supplying all their need."

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2. The words of his extenfive love

From age to age endure,

The angel of the cov❜nant proves

And feals the bleffing fure.

3. Jefus the ancient faith confirms

To our great fathers giv'n,

He takes young children to his arms
And calls them heirs of heav'n.

4. Our God! how faithful are his ways! His love endures the fame,

Nor from the promise of his grace

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CXIV. The fame, Rom. xi. 16, 17.

GENTILES! by nature we belong

To the wild olive wood,

Grace took us from the barren tree

And grafts us in the good.

2. With the fame bleffings grace bestows

The Gentile and the Jew;

If pure and holy be the root

Such are the branches too.

3. Then let the children of the faints Be dedicate to God;

Pour out thy Spirit on them Lord,
And wash them in thy blood.

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4. Thus to the parents and their feed

Shall thy falvation come,

And num'rous households meet at last

In one eternal home.

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CXV. Conviction of fin by the law, Rom. vii. 8,9,14, 24.

LORD! how fecure my conscience was

And felt no inward dread!

I was alive without the law

And thought my fins were dead.

2. My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright, But fince the precept came

With a convincing pow'r and light

I find how vile I am.

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4. Then felt my foul the heavy load,

My fins reviv'd again;

I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were flain.]

5. I'm like a helpless captive fold Under the pow'r of fin,

I cannot do the good I would,

Nor keep my confcience clean.

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To our great fathers giv'n,

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CXIV. The fame, Rom. xi. 16, 17.

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