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1.
O Come you pious youth! adore
The wiſdom of thy God,
In bringing thee from diſtant ſhore,
To learn his holy word.
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Eccleſ. xii. 1.
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2.
Thou mightſt been left behind,
Amidſt a dark abode;
God's tender mercy ſtill combin'd,
Thou haſt the holy word.
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Pſal. cxxxvi. 1, 2, 3.
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3.
Fair wiſdom's ways are paths of peace;
And they that walk therein,
Shall reap the joys that never ceaſe,
And Chriſt ſhall be their king.
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Pſal. i. 1, 2, 3.
Prov. iii. 7.
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4.
God's tender mercy brought thee here;
Toſt o'er the raging main;
In Chriſtian faith thou haſt a ſhare,
Worth all the gold of Spain.
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Pſal. ciii. 1, 2, 3, 4.
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5.
While thouſands toſſed by the ſea,
And others ſettled down,
God's tender mercy ſet thee free,
From dangers ſtill unknown.
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Death.
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6.
That thou a pattern ſtill might be,
To youth of Boſton town,
The bleſſed Jeſus ſet thee free,
From every ſinful wound.
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2 Cor. v. 10.
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7.
The bleſſed Jeſus, who came down,
Unvail'd his ſacred face,
To cleanſe the ſoul of every wound,
And give repenting grace.
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Rom. v. 21.
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8.
That we poor ſinners may obtain
The pardon of our ſin;
Dear bleſſed Jeſus now conſtrain,
And bring us flocking in.
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Pſal. xxxiv. 6, 7, 8.
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9.
Come you, Phillis, now aſpire,
And ſeek the living God,
So ſtep by ſtep thou mayſt go higher,
Till perfect in the word.
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Matth. vii. 7, 8.
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10.
While thouſands mov'd to diſtant ſhore;
And others left behind,
The bleſſed Jeſus ſtill adore,
Implant this in thy mind.
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Pſal. lxxxix. 1.
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11.
Thou haſt left the heathen ſhore,
Thro' mercy of the Lord;
Among the heathen live no more,
Come magnify thy God.
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Pſal. xxxiv. 1, 2, 3.
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12.
I pray the living God may be,
The ſhepherd of thy ſoul;
His tender mercies ſtill are free,
His myſteries to unfold.
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Pſal. lxxx. 1, 2, 3.
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13.
Thou, Phillis, when thou hunger haſt,
Or panteſt for thy God;
Jeſus Chriſt is thy relief,
Thou haſt the holy word.
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Pſal. xlii. 1, 2, 3.
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14.
The bounteous mercies of the Lord,
Are hid beyond the ſky,
And holy ſouls that love his word,
Shall taſte them when they die.
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Pſal. xvi. 10, 11.
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15.
Theſe bounteous mercies are from God,
The merits of his Son;
The humble ſoul that loves his word,
He chooſes for his own.
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Pſal. xxxiv. 15.
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16.
Come, dear Phillis, be advis'd,
To drink Samaria's flood;
There nothing is that ſhall ſuffice.
But Chriſt's redeming blood.
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John iv. 13, 14.
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17.
While thouſands muſe with earthly toys;
And range about the ſtreet,
Dear Phillis, ſeek for heaven's joys,
Where we do hope to meet.
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Matth. vi. 33.
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18.
When God ſhall ſend his ſummons down,
And number ſaints together,
Bleſt angels chant, (triumphant ſound)
Come live with me for ever.
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Pſal. cxvi. 15.
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19.
The humble ſoul ſhall fly to God,
And leave the things of time,
Start forth as 'twere at the firſt word,
To taſte things more divine.
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Mat. v. 3, 8.
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20.
Behold! the ſoul ſhall waft away,
Whene'er we come to die,
And leave its cottage made of clay,
In twinkling of an eye.
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Cor. iv. 51, 52, 53.
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21.
Now glory be to the Moſt High,
United praiſes given,
By all on earth, inceſſantly,
And all the hoſt of heav'n.
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Pſal. cl. 6.
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