A. These are the faints belov'd of God;
Wash'd are their robes in JESU's blood;
More spotless than the pureft white,
They fhine in uncreated light.

Q. Brighter than angels, lo, they fhine,
Their glories great and all divine;
Tell me, their origin, and say,

"Their order what, and whence came they?'

A. Thro' tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorn'd the fhame, Within the living temple bleft,

In GOD they dwell, and on him reft.

Q. And does the cross thus prove their gain? And fhall they thus for ever reign;. Seated on fapphire thrones, to praise The wonders of redeeming grace?

A. Hunger they ne'er fhall feel again! Nor burning thirst shall they fuftain; To wells of living water led,

By GoD, the Lamb, for ever fed.

Q. Unknown to mortal ears they fing, The fecret glories of their king: Tell me the fubject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise?

A. JESUS the SAVIOR is their theme; They fing the wonders of his name; To him afcribing pow'r, and grace, Dominion, and eternal praife.

Chorus. Amen, they cry, to him alone, Who dares to fill his Father's throne; They give him glory, and again Repeat his praife, and fay, Amen.

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VII. Praife the LORD. P. M.
IVE to our GOD immortal praife;
Mercy and truth are all his ways;
Wonders of grace to GoD belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

Give to the LORD of lords, renown
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever fhall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.

He built the earth, He fpread the sky,
And fix'd the ftarry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to GoD belong:
Repeat his mercies in your fong.
He fills the fun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever fhall endure,

When funs and moons fhall fhine no more.

The Jews he freed from Pharoah's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land:
Wonders of grace to GoD belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.
He faw the Gentiles dead in fin,
And felt his pity work within:
His mercies ever fhall endure,
When death and fin fhall reign no more.
He fent his fon, with pow'r to fave,
From guilt, and darknefs, and the grave;
Wonders of grace to GoD belong,
Repeat his mercies in your fong.

Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly feat:
His mercies ever fhall endure,

When this yain world fhall be no more.

VIII. Jehovah Jire. P. M.

HO' troubles affail

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And dangers affright,

Tho' friends fhould all fail

And foes all unite;
Yet one thing fecures us
Whatever betide;
The fcripture affures us,
The LORD will provide.

The birds without barn
Or ftorehouse are fed,
From them let us learn

To truft for our bread:
His faints, what is fitting,
Shall ne'er be deny'd,
So long as 'tis written,
The LORD will provide.

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