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O, what an entertaining Sight
are Kindred that agree!

How bleft the House, where Hearts unite in Bands of Piety!

2 Where Streams of Love, from heav'nly descend to ev'ry Soul;

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(Springs,

And facred Peace, with balmy Wings,

fhades and bedews the Whole.

All in their proper Stations move; and each fulfils his Part,

In all the Cares of Life and Love,

with fympathizing Heart.

4 Their Souls are form'd for Joy and Peace; their Hearts and Hopes are one; And kind Designs to serve and please, thro all their Actions run.

5 How happy is the pious Houfe,
where Zeal and Friendship meet;
Where Songs of Praife, and mingled Vows,
make the Communion sweet.

Such Pleasure crowns the heav'nly Hills;
thus Saints are bleft above;
Where Joy like morning Dew diftils,

and all the Air is Love.

HYMN

CLVIII.

folid Happines we prize,

Within our Breafts this Jewel lies,

And

And they are Fools who roam:
The World has Nothing to bestow;
From our own-felves our Joys must flow,
And Peace begins at Home.

2 We'll therefore relish, with Content,
Whate'er kind Providence hath fent,
Nor aim beyond our Pow'r :
And, if our Store of Wealth be fmall,
With thankful Hearts enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present Hour.

3 We'll be refign'd, when Ills betide,
Patient, when Favours are deny'd,
And pleas'd with Favours giv'n;
This is the wife, the virtuous Part;
This is that Incense of the Heart,
Whofe Fragrance reaches Heav'n.

4 Thus, crown'd with Peace, thro Life we'll Its chequer'd Paths of Joy and Woe, (go, With cautious Steps, we'll tread

;

Quit its vain Scenes without a Tear,
Without a Trouble or a Fear,

And mingle with the Dead:

5 While Confcience, like a faithful Friend,
Shall thro' the gloomy Vale attend,
And cheer our dying Breath;
Shall, when all other Comforts cease,
Like a kind Angel, whitper Peace,
And smooth the Bed of Death.

HYMN

I SAY, heav'nly Mufe, and teach my Song,
To whom immortal Joys belong?
And who the chofen Few

Whofe Souls fhall mount the blest Abode,
Shall fmile forever with their God,
And shine as Angels do?

2 The Man, who, midft a fcoffing Croud,
Dares to pursue the upward Road,
Where Virtue shoots her Ray;
Whose willing Heart, whofe cheerful Hands,
Join to perform his God's Commands,
And own his facred Sway:

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Whofe Tongue, the Glory of his Frame,
Ne'er fcatters Poisons on a Name;

For 'tis his conftant Care,
Such is his Soul! to grave the Part,
He owes his Neighbour, on his Heart,
In Strokes divinely fair.

4 Though Sinners fwell in Robes of Pride, And boaft their Thousands at their Side, He can their Pomp despise;

While the poor Saint that fears the Lord,
Bends to his Name, and trufts his Word,
Is honour'd in his Eyes.

5 If once his Lips the Word have spoke,
The Word he never dares revoke ;
And obftinately good,

He varies not from what he swore,
Though Earth and Hell oppos'd their Pow'r,
And his Refolves withstood.

By Us'ry he will ne'er augment
The Plenties Providence has lent ;
He pleads the Guiltlefs's Cause,
Though all the Lux'ry of the Eaft
Where brought to bribe him into Reft,
And hufh th' impartial Laws.

This is the Soul, that, freed from Clay,
Shall climb to everlasting Day,

And dwell for ever there :
Who might behold all Nature break,
And hear its mighty Pillars crack,
And never yield to Fear.

HYMN CLX.

"TISMercy calls--awakemygratefulString; Ye Worlds of Nature,liften while I fing; 'Tis not his dire avenging Rod,

I fing the Mercies of a God;
Hark, ye Warblers of the Sky,
Rivers glide ferenely by;

Or rather in the facred Chorus join,
Till our united Voices reach the Seats divine.
2 Whereinjur'dSaints, that us'd tomournbelow,
Find their glad Breafts with Joys eternalglow;
Where thousand Tongues inceffant cry,
Glory be to God on High;

Dominion, Power, Praife, and then
Mercy to the Sons of Men...

Heav'n hears delighted, and the joyful Sound

Swell'd with celeftial Mufic fpreads the Regions

round.

The Lord,though feated far beyond the Sky, Yet fees the Wretched with a pitying Eye; That Power knows our fecret Fear, The lonely Sigh, or filent Tear; He fees the Widow's ftreaming Eye, And hears the hungry Orphans cry. Depending Worlds his facred Bounty share, All Creatures find a Part of their Creator's Care.

4 His Juftice next employs the heav'nly String, And hymning Angels tremble while they fing; 'The Lord is juft and holy, then

O weep, ye thoughtlefs Sons of Men:
For who can from his Anger fly,

Or fhun the Frown of God moft high? Yet fhall the Sigh, or penitential Groan, Mount like the Seraph's Wing, and reach the facred Throne.

5 Hear this, ye pious but dejected Minds, Whom Errors darken, or whom Weakness blinds;

Lift from the Duft your mournful Eye, And know the Lord your Help is nigh; These Sorrows from your Breafts fhall roll, And Comfort blefs the humble Soul; Let cheerful Hope in ev'ry Bolom spring, For boundless Mercy dwells with Heav'n's immortal King.

6 Come then, ye Worlds, with mingled Voices raife

A Song of mean, but not ungrateful Praife;

Though