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PRaise our Lord all you Nations of the earth; praise him with the voice of joy and thanks∣giving:
Praise him with the well-tun'd strings of your hart; praise him with the sweetest instrument, obedience:
Let every one that pretends to felicity, * sing immortal praises to the God of our salvation:
He is our full and all-sufficient Redeemer; he has perfectly finisht what he graciously under∣took:
For all our trespasses he has made satisfaction; for all our forfeitures he has paid the ransom:
We by disobedience were banisht from Para∣dise; and he has receiv'd us into his own king∣dom:
We wandred up and down in the wildernes of error; and he has guided us into the ways of truth:
We were by nature the children of wrath; and he has mediated our peace with his offen∣ded Father:
We were become the slaves of sin; and he has bought our freedom with his own blood:
We were in bondage to the dominion of Sa∣tan; and he has overcome and confin'd his power:
We were in danger of sinking into hell; and he has sav'd us from that bottomles pit:
The gates of heav'n were shut against us; and he went up himself, and open'd them to all Be∣lievers:
Dissolving for ever the terrors of death; and rendring it now but a passage into life.
O dearest Lord, who mad'st us first of nothing; and restor'dst us again when we had made our selvs nothing:
Who wouldst at any rate redeem us from mi∣sery; at any rate procure our felicity:
How came we wretches to be so consider'd! how came we sinners to obtain such favour!
That thou shouldst leave thy Throne, where Scraphins ador'd thee; and descend on our earth where slaves affronted thee:
That thou shouldst lead a life of poverty and labour; and dy a death of shame and sor∣row.
That thou shouldst do all this for such worms as we; without the least concern or benefit to thy self:
Only to raise us up from our humble dust; and set us to shine with thy glorious Angels.
O infinite Goodnes, the bounteous Author of all: our hopes; and strong Deliverer from all our fears!
What shall we say to this thy excessive cha∣rity? what shall we render for these thy unspeak∣able mercys?
We search over all we have, and find nothing to return thee; but what thy self hast freely gi∣ven us.
We search over all thou hast given us, and find nothing thou expectest; but that we use thy gifts to make our selvs happy.
O may our souls perpetually bless thee; and every minute of our time be spent in thy ser∣vice:
Let us not live, O Lord, but to love thee; nor breath, but to speake thy praise; * nor be at all, but to be all Thine.
Glory be, &c.