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Hymne 3.
[All you, that present are]
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This third Hymne, may most properly be sung the same day, after the conclusion of the last Sermon; or, at the consummation of any other Devotion.
Sing this as the 148. Psalm, doubling the last strain of the Tune.
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All you, that present are,Come, let our hearts, and tongues,
The Praise of God declare,
In new Thanksgiving songs;
Come, let us sing
Strains, that may make, the walls to shake,
The Roofs to ring:
Still sounding higher,
Till thereby, we, with Angells, be
Join'd in one Quire.
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Related, we have heard,What he, for us, hath done;
With how much disregard,
Our Foes, he looks upon:
And, we have seen,
How, he befriends, when righteous ends
Pursu'd have been
VVe, likewise vievv
VVhat will befall, to those that shall
Their lust pursue.
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We see, or may behold,That, he our Armies leads;
And (as in times of old)
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And for our sakes,
Through threats and spights, through depths and heights,
Their passage makes,
VVhilst, to his praise
Their Foes to nought, are justly brought,
In plainer waies.
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He, made both Seas and Wind,To them assistance lend;
And, what they had design'd,
Sun, Moon, and Clouds befriend.
Force, he repells;
He makes them bold, to march where cold,
And hunger dwells;
And, when their fear
Did most abound, they mercy found,
And Victors were.
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To him doth Praise belong;For, he did them subdue,
Who num'rous were, and strong
When we were weak, and few;
And when our Foes
Came bragging on, and thought all won,
They all did lose.
Still, be it thus;
Lord! alway, so, them overthrow
VVho malice us.
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His wise-foresight prevents,The Politicians wiles:
He, crosses their intents,
He, at their Projects smiles:
In his due time.
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Contrived by them:
And, in that snare,
VVhich, for our feet, they closely set,
Still caught they are.
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Vain sons of men, therefore,Your bruitish grumbling cease;
Pursue false-hopes no more,
But follow after peace.
More prudent grow;
Reform your waies, and sing his Praise
As now we do:
Oh! whilst you may
In God rejoyce, and hear his Voice
VVhile 'tis to day.
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Let all men do the same,Of whatsoe're degree;
And magnifie his Name,
As all obliged be.
His Righteousnesse,
His Power and Grace, in ev'ry place
Let all confesse:
And lay aside
Their own deserts, their selfish hearts,
Their stinking pride.
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Your strength to him submit,You, that have conquests won:
Wise men ascribe your wit,
To him, ev'n him alone,
For, he supplies
The Fool with skill, and, when he will
Befools the wise.
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Unto to your Foes, he, gives the blows
By which they die.
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Rich men, your precious thingsBring forth, your Thanks to show;
Before him, (Oh ye Kings)
Your Heads, and Scepters bow;
And, as 'tis meet,
Come from your Thrones, and cast your Crowns
Beneath his feet:
For, Kingdomes all
To him pertain, and he again
Resume them shall.
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Oh! let all things that were,That are, or shall ensue;
(Or, but in thought appear)
Thy Praise, O God, forth-shew;
Till Times last bound:
And, let it run, when time is done,
An endlesse Round:
Where, needs not be
Privations Night, that we true Light
May better see.
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Mean time, let not his praiseBe meerly, in our Voice,
As if vve thought to raise
A Trophy, out of Noise:
But, let us more
Our Thanks expresse, in Righteousnesse,
Then heretofore:
Els (this is plain)
False shows we make, and, do but take
GODS Name in vain.
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