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How foon the Saviour's gracious call,
How sweet the name of JESUS founds
How tedious and taftelefs the hours,
How welcome to the faints, when prefs'd 214
Hungry, and faint, and poor,

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Am, faith CHRIST our glorious head,
I afk'd the LORD that I might grow
If for a time the air be calm,

If Paul in Cæfar's court muft ftand,
If Solomon for wisdom pray'd,
If the LORD our leader be,

If to JESUS for relief

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Incarnate GOD! the foul that knows

In evil long I took delight,

In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
In themselves as weak as worms,

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In vain my fancy ftrives to paint.
Ifrael in ancient days,

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I thirst, but not as once I did,

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I was a groveling creature once,

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I will praise thee ev'ry day

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I would, but cannot fing,

JESUS CHRIST the LORD's anointed,
JESUS, to what didft thou fubmit

JESUS, who bought us with his blood,
JESUS, whofe blood fo freely ftream'd
JESUS, where'er thy people meet,
JESUS is mine! I'm now prepar'd
John in vifion faw the day
Joy is a fruit that will not grow

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indle, Saviour, in my heart
Kindred in CHRIST, for his dear

Anna to Ifrael well supply'd
Martha her love and joy exprefs'd

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Mary to her Saviour's tomb

May the grace of CHRIST our Saviour,
Mercy, Ŏ thou Son of David!
My barns are full, my ftores increase,
My former hopes are dead,

My GOD! how perfect are thy ways!
My GOD! till I receiv'd thy ftroke:
My harp-untun'd, and laid afide
My fongfhall blefs the LORD of all,
My foul once had its plenteous years,
My foul, this curious houfe of clay,

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Remember us, we pray thee, LORD,
Return to bless my waiting eyes,

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Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell

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Simon, beware! the Saviour faid,

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Sin, when view'd by fcripture-light,

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Sinner, art thou ftill fecure?

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Sin has undone our wretched race,

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Sometimes a light furprizes,
Son of God! thy peoples fhield !
Sovereign grace has pow'r alone
Stop, poor finner! ftop and think
Strange and myfterious is my life,
Supported by the word,

Sweet was the time when firft I felt
Sweeter founds than mufick knows

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