Affift me, Lord, to offer up

My Evening Paile and] Sacrifice.
Thou Lord haft been my Sun and Shield,
My Rock, my strong [and fure] Defence;
For all my Safety and my Peace

I blefs thy [gracious] Providence.
Forgive me for thy dear Son's fake
What [eber] I have done amifs,
Mercy to fuch as contrite are

[With thee] my God, moft pleafing is. Then make me, Lord, this Contrite Heart, [Clean and] unfpotted in thy Sight; Renew a well-compofed Mind

[In me] and Spirit that is upright.

A Hymn of Praife to God, as Creator.

Ehovah's Praifes let us fing

With chearful Hearts and (lively) Voice,
And (humbly) this our Offering bring,
And with due Fear (in him) rejoice.
Tho we are vile, we tender it

By the pure Hands of (Jesus) Chrift,
Who now at God's Right Hand doth fit,
Our (gear) and Heavenly High Prieft.
Wonderful are thy Works, O Lord,

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In which (to Man) thou doft appear;
They all preach to us, as thy Word,
The unfeen God to (love and) fear.
The Heavens above, the Earth below,
(Daily) apparent to our Sight,
To mortal Man do clearly fhew

Thy (perfec) Knowledge, Love and Might.
This Earth ftands by thy pow'rful Will,
Its (Mally) Bulk thou doft fuftain,
With thy rich Store thou doft it fill,

And what thou mak’ft, (thou doff) maintain.

The

The various Plants, delightful Flowers,
The (comely) Verdure cloathe the Ground,
Warm'd by thy Sun, fed with thy Showers,
With pleasant Fruits the Earth abounds.
On these more noble Creatures live

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The (divers) Beasts, the fruitful Herds,
They all receive, what thou doft give,
So do the (beauteous) singing Birds-
Over all these thou placedst Man,

In thy own (holy) Image form'd
To ferve thee as none of thefe can,
With (higher) Faculties adorn'd.
The dreadful Waves, the Ocean deep,
Thou (mad' and) perfectly dost know,
There Fish of all forts thou dost keep,

With (Life and) Food we know not how.
Vaft unfeen Airs, ftrong dreadful Winds,
Thy (Lightnings,) Thunders, Rain and Snow,
Constrain even careless Sinners Minds,
Of God (molt high) to stand in Awe,

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And if this Earth, fo low and fmall,

Do thus thy (wondzorg) Power fhew;

What should we say, if we fawe

Which the bleft (glorious) Angels know?
When towards the Heavens we turn our Eyes,
And on the (lucid) Regions look,
We fee the shining Stars and Skies,
The (golden) Letters of thy Book.
How clear a Preacher is the Sun,

In which God's (glozious) Pow'r doth fhine,
The speedy Race the Glob's do run,
Few would believe, (were it) not feen.
All Eyes at once behold its Light,
Which (from heav'n) beyond Earth extend,

It's

It's ftrange, if even an Angel's Sight
This (glorious) Globe can comprehend.
Who knows how many Orbs there are,
Beyond (thole Stats) which Mortals fee?
A Syftem to each fixed Star

(then) how great a God have we.
How greatly fhould this God be fear'd?
How joyfully (hould he) be prais'd ?
And how obediently be heard its

And Hearts (in Love) to him be rais'd?
Who'd fet against him finful Duft?

Or let (one bale) Temptation in?
To please a carnal Will and Luft??anong
How bad (how mad) is wilful Sin ?

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A Hymn of Praise for Redemption.

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OD put at first in Adam's Power, }
Not [fired] Nature but free Will,
He could not change Neceflity,...
But he could choose the [Good o:] Ill,
God, tho' moft Holy, did permit
Man's Tryal, and his [odious] Fall;
But Wisdom hath improved it,

And [Merry's] glorified bycall.ver
Grace as the San before its Rife,

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Did firft fend forth fome [Beams of] Light,
Which more increased by Degrees,p
Till the Sun rofe to [human] Sight.
O wondrous Mystery of Grace, nidhant
That God [as San] in Flesh doth dwell,
To fave a felt deftroying Race

From Sin, Ethemselves] Satan, and Hell.
Twas God himself that thus appear?d,
[In Flesh] tho' not to it confin'd,
Yet there to do a Saviour's Work

By [wondrous] Union affign'd

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God

God walk'd with Men, He heal'd the Sick,
[The Lame,] the Blind, He rais'd the Dead:
Innumerable Wonders wrought,

[Thousands] by Miracle He fed.
To Sinners He Repentance preach'd,
Call'd Man from worldly Vanity;
Faith, Hope, and Love he plainly taught,
And [fehly] Luft to mortify.
Not needless trifling Arts, or Rites;

But how fallen Man [may be] restor'd: 1
How fav'd from Sin and Mifery, ci
In Lendless] Life may fee the Lord

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Divine Love is Man's Bleffedness,
Loft Love muft, be [by Love] repair'd,
Christ came to draw Man's Love to God
By Gods great wondrous] Love declared.
He lov'd his Enemies more than
than Life,
Suffer'd Reproach] dy'd on a Crofs,
A Sacrifice to God for Sin,

[Reviv'd] and on the third Day rofe.. He feal'd and fent the Law of Grace, [On Earth] He forty Days abode, Promis'd to fend the Holy Ghoft, [And then] afcended up to God. Heav'n is the Place of Blessednefs, In Heav'n Lit's meet] our Head mult be, There his great Glorious Kingdom is, [And there] his Glory we must fee.. Head over all things to his Church [In Heav'n] he reigns at God's Right Hand, Our great High-Prieft, Teacher, and King, [The World] all is at his Command. Worship him, all ye glorious Hofts, How Praife him, ye Lhoty Angels all;

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Praifs

Praise him, his Church throughout the Earth,
His Foes before Him [down thall] fall.
He intercedes from God to Man,

Communicating [Life, Light,] Love,
He intercedes for Man with God,
Prefents our Cafe [to him] above.
By Him we have Access to God,

Through him God's now our [dearest] Friend, To Him our Souls with quiet Truft Can Life,] at Death we do commend. Glory be to the God of Love,

For [thele Strange] Miracles of Grace, Who fent a Saviour from above,

And fhews [to Man] his pleafed Face. God's great Works must be like himself,

His Pow'r by this [great World] we know,
Wifdom and Goodnefs equal it,

And [equal] Wonders these must fhew.
Chrift is the Lord of Life and Death,
He'l [raile and] judge the World at laft;
The Juft he'l take to joyful Blifs,

The Wicked [he] to Hell [will] caft.
Come glorious Lord, to thee we truft,
The Conqueror of [Death and] Hell,
Receive our Souls, raife us from Duft,
In [Love and] Joy with thee to dwell.

A Hymn of Praise for the Holy Ghost and
Sanctification.

S Light and Heat flow from the Sun,

To light, warm, (quicken) frigid Earth;
God fent his Son, and both the Spirit,
To raise (dead Souls) by a new Birth.
By Him our Lord was first conceiv'd,
By Him were all his Wonders wrought,

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