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My faith and hope may see the Lord,
Though veils of darkness lie between : Hope shall rest firm upon his word,
And faith rejoice in things unseen. Awake, my charity, and feed
The hungry soul, and clothe the poor : In heav'n are found no sons of need,
There all these duties are no more. Subdue thy passions, O my soul,
Maintain the fight, thy work pursue ; Daily thy rising sins
controul, And be thy vict'ries ever new. The land of triumph lies on high,
There are no fields of battle there : Lord, I would conquer till I die,
And finish all the glorious war. Let ev'ry flying hour confess,
I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labour cease,
May I possess the promis'd crown.
For SERMON XLI, XLII, XLIII.
Does ev'ry hour increase the dead?
prepare to die.
But when a saint with chearful air,
For SERMON XLIV.
Immortal praise we give,
And bid us rebels live. Immortal honour to the Son,
Who makes thine anger cease ; Our lives he ransom'd with his own,
And dy'd to buy our peace.
Immortal glory giv'n,
And trains us up for heav'n.
Adore th' eternal God,
Thro' nations far abroad.
One general song to raise ;
In harmony and praise.