Hymn LXXVI. For Publike Deliverances.
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God hath vouchsafed unto these kingdomes, many
publike Deliverances, which ought never to be
forgotten, especially those on the fift of November,
and 1588. And this Hymn was intended, to
bring those, and such like, oftner to remembrance.
Sing this as the Pater-noster.
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With
Isr'el, we may truly say
If on our side, God had not been;
Of us, our Foes had made a prey,
And, we this Light, had never seen
The Pit was dig'd, The Snare was laid;
And, we with ease, had been betray'd.
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But, our Opposers, undertook
What they did faile to bring to passe.
For, he that all things doth or'e look,
Prevented what conspired was.
We found the Pit; we scap'd the Gin,
And saw their Makers caught therein.
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By Favour undeserved shown
From God, this means of safetie came;
And, by no wisdome of our own:
Oh! let us therefore, praise his name.
Oh! praise his Name: for, it was He,
That broke the Net, and set us free.
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With praises let our Temples ring;
Let on our Lips, thanksgivings dwell.
Let us, unto his honour sing,
And, Stories of his Mercies tell.
While Sun, and Moon, do rise, or set;
His kindnesse, let us not forget.
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Oh! let us now redeeme the Time:
Let us begin to live anew.
Let us repent of ev'ry crime,
Whereby, displeasure may ensue:
Lest he that plagues from us hath took;
Return them, with a doubled strook.
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A true Repentance takes delight
To memorize what God hath done:
When passed Favours, we recite,
It adds more Grace, to grace begun.
And, when such vertues do encrease;
They promise everlasting peace.
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But, where Ingratitude we see;
And, when so wicked we are grown,
That sleighted those protections be,
Which God hath formerly bestown,
It shall betoken, to this Land
That her Destruction is at hand.
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Lord! let us not be hardned so:
Nor let thine Anger so return:
But, grant we may our duties do;
And for our sinfull Follies mourn:
That from our Sorrows, joy may Spring;
And we thy praises, gladly Sing.
