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REJOICING.
6 O that I might at once go up,
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But all the land possess !
When shall I end my ling’ring years,
My sorrows, sins, and doubts, and fears,
A howling wilderness !
7 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Display thy grace, forgive my sin,
My unbelief remove;
The heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide,
And Oh ! with all the sanctified,
Give me a lot of love.

273 L. M.
Praise to the Creator.
1 DEFORE Jehovah’s awful throne,
D Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs:
High as the heavens our voices raise :
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love ;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
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