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AWM.740.005
3-8 Jan 1740:21, 22, 31 (1045)
As it is design'd to print by subscription (for the benefit
of the poor in Georgia) a book containing One Hundred and
Fifty odd Hyms and Sacred Poems, we shall here present our
readers with two.
CHRIST THE FRIEND OF SINNERS.
Where shall my wond'ring soul begin?
How shall I all to heaven aspire?
A slave redeem'd from death and sin,
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire,
How shall I equal triumphs raise,
And sing my great deliverer's praise.
. . . [7 more verses]
THE INVITATION.
Come hither all, whose grov'ling taste
Inslaves your souls, and lays them waste;
Save your expence, and mend your cheer:
Here God himself's prepar'd and drest.
Himself vouchsafes to be your feast,
In whom alone all dainties are.
. . . [5 more verses]
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