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Mans Hymn of Praise.

Tune our Hearts, Lord, that we may speak thy praise,
Flat they are yet, do thou them higher raise.
Affect us thoroughly. Let us admire
Thy Love, and call in help from all the Quire
Of Angels, who with wonder have all seen
How great thy goodness unto us hath been;
Who gav'st thy Son, that he might for us die;
Who gav'st thy self for our Recoverie.
How freely did'st thou stoop, when we did fall?
That we might Honey have, thou drankest Gall.
We eat the Fruit, thou hung'st upon the Tree,
Which Life brought unto us, Death unto thee.
Thy stripes our healing are, thy thorn our flower;
Thy Blood our Balsom; and thy Cross our Tower;
Thy wounds our Refuge; and thy sighs our Song;
Of thee we'l make our boast all the day-long.
Thou art the first begotten of the Dead;
Thou of all earthly Princes art the Head.
Thou loved'st us, and washt us from our sins
In thine own Blood, making us Priests and Kings
To God thy Father. Therefore we will never
Cease saying, Glory be to thee for ever.
For we, O Lord, thy ransom'd Ones shall come
Unto the Heavenly Zion as our Home,
With Songs (caus'd by that blood which thou did'st shed)
And everlasting joy upon our head.
We shall obtain all gladness in that day,
When sorrow and sighing shall flee away.