1 Lord let thy Servant now depart
Into thy promis'd Rest,
Since my expecting Eyes have been
With thy Salvation blest:
2 Which, till this Time, thy favour'd Saints,
and Prophets, only knew,
Long since prepar'd, but now set forth
in all the Peoples view.
3 A Light to shew the Heathen World
the Way to saving Grace:
Bot O! the Light and Glory both
of Isr'el's chosen Race.
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