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Psal. XCVII.
SIng on, my soul, the praises of the Lord; sing on with fresh attention the mercys of thy God:
Whose wisdom has contriv'd ••••o compendious a method, * to redeem mankind by one short word:
He saw the only cause of all our ruine * was our love misplac't on this present world:
He saw the only remedy of all our misery * was to fix our love on the world to come.
This therefore was his great intent; and in this concentred all his merits:
To change the byass of our wrong-set harts, by establishing among us new motives of charity:
Such as might strongly incline our affections: and efficaciously draw us to love our true Good:
Such as might gain by degrees upon all man∣kind; and render salvation easie and universal:
For this, he came down from his Fathers bo∣som, * to teach us the Rules of eternal life:
That we might firmly believe those sacred truths, * which God himself with his own mouth had told us:
For this, he converst so long on our earth, * to encourage and provoke us by his own ex∣ample:
That he might confidently imbrace those un∣questionable