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L. M.

Canaan lost through unbelief; or, A warning to delaying sinners.

Come, let our voices join to raise

A sacred song of solemn praise;

God is a sovereign King, rehearse

His honors in exalted verse.

Come, let our souls address the Lord,

Who framed our natures with his word;

He is our Shepherd; we the sheep

His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

Come, let us hear his voice today,

The counsels of his love obey;

Nor let our hardened hearts renew

The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.

Isr'el, that saw his works of grace,

Yet tempt their Maker to his face;

A faithless, unbelieving brood,

That tired the patience of their God.

Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove

Forget my power, abuse my love!

Since they despise my rest, I swear,

Their feet shall never enter there."

[Look back, my soul, with holy dread,

And view those ancient rebels dead;

Attend the offered grace today,

Nor lose the blessing by delay.

Seize the kind promise while it waits,

And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:

Believe, and take the promised rest;

Obey, and be for ever blest.]

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