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A New HYMN by a Preacher of the Word, in Imitation of ---'s Inimitable Hymns.
  
  
  
  
  
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A New HYMN by a Preacher of the Word, in Imitation of ---'s Inimitable Hymns.

Thy Faith, O Lord, in blessings shower,
That Sinners may thy Saints believe;
For were it not for Faith's strong power,
In faith thy Servants cou'd not live.
Careless of all that Satan can,
Armies of Fiends we will not fear,
While General W---d leads the Van,
And General W---y guards our Rear.
And for these Sinners who dare go
To see a Play—their eyes put out;
And at Assemblies, Mercy show,
In giving all who dance—the Gout.
As Forte let our Groans be strong,
Our Sighs Piano—dismal—sad;
Allegro is the Devil's Song,
True Saints shou'd mourn—Fiends will be glad.
Full well we know that Sion's keys,
The keys of Sion's Mount are given
To us—to let in whom we please,
Thro' the strait Turnpike-gate of Heaven:
Where faithful Travellers of course
Must pay the Turnpike as they pass;
A good round sum for ev'ry Horse,
And eke for ev'ry Mule and Ass.