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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 mays
t 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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