XC. Heavenly Joy on Earth. S. M. Join in his praise with sweet accord, The forrows of the mind, That never knew our GOD; With all the faints above, There fhall we fee his face, There, from the rivers of his graće, Yes, and before we rife To that immortal state, The men of grace have found, Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, A thousand facred fweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden ftreets. Then let our fongs abound, We're marching thro' IMNANUEL'S ground, D EVOTE your XCI. Circumcifion and Baptifm. C. M. Thro' grace, the promife he believ'd, Thus Lydia fanctify'd her house Thus later faints, eternal King, XCII. The Request. C. M. ATHER, whate'er of earthly blifs Accepted at thy throne of grace "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, The bleffing of thy grace impart, "And make me live to thee.* "Let the fweet hope that thou art mine, "My life, and death, attend; "Thy prefence thro' my journey fhine, "And crown my journey's end." L. 4 |