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IV.

A moment he hid the light of his face;
Yet firmly decreed to fave us by grace:
And though he reprov'd us, and ftill may

reprove,

For ever he lov'd us, and ever will love.

V.

Then tune every ftring to Jefus's name! With angels we'll fing the fong of the Lamb: Thee ev'ry believer fhall joyfully praise, Thou bountiful giver of glory and grace.

XC. The Fountain opened. C. M.

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HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And finners, plung'd beneath that floods Lofe all their guilty ftains..

II.

The dying thief rejoic'd to fee

That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Wash'd all my fins away.

III.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lofe its pow'r,

Till all the ranfom'd church of God
Be fav'd, to fin no more.

IV.

E'er fince, by faith, I faw the ftream
Thy flowing wounds fupply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And fhall be till I die.

V.

Then in a nobler, fweeter fong
I'll fing thy pow'r to save;

When this poor lifping ftamm'ring tongue 'Lies filent in the grave.

VI.

Lord, I believe Thou haft prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

VII.

'Tis ftrung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by pow'r divine,

To found, in God the Father's ears,
No other name but thine.

XCI. Longing for an intereft in Chrift. L. M,

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COME, Thou wounded Lamb of God, Come wash us in thy cleanfing blood; Give us to know thy love, then pain Is fweet, and life or death is gain.

II.

Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but Thee:

Seal Thou our breafts, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.

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How can it be, Thou heav'nly King,
That Thou fhouldft man to glory bring,
Make flaves the partners of thy throne,
Deck'd with a never-fading crown?

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O Lord, enlarge our fcanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou haft wrought:
Unloose our flamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immenfe, unfearchable!

V.

First-born of many brethren Thou,

To Thee both earth and heav'n muft bow
Help us to Thee our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live.

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XCII. Witneffing the goodness of God. S. M. D,

THE

I.

HE God, whofe fmiles we court,
From whom we favour claim;
Whofe love alone new life imparts,
And gives the heav'nly flame;
Is none but the meek Lamb,
Our dear exalted Lord;
Whofe grace and Spirit ftill remain
To blefs us in his word,

II.

His promife is the fame,
His church below to blefs,
When they affemble in his name
To fupplicate his grace:

A train of finners poor

He will not caft behind;

But keeps his word for evermore,
And bears us on his mind.

III.

To our relief He flies,

He flies from realms above;

Answers our pray'rs in fweet replies,

And tokens of his love.

Shall we not witness bear

How faithful He hath been;

And boldly to the world declare,
Salvation we have feen?

IV.

Yes, if Thou'lt help us, Lord,
Thy name we will confefs;
And speak of Chrift the living word,
The Lord our Righteousness:
We'll mention to his praise
The triumphs of his death;
And fing his everlasting grace
Ev'n with our latest breath.

XCIII. Ebenezer. P. M.

I.

OME, thou fount of ev'ry bleffing, Tune my heart to fing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceafing, Call for fongs of loudeft praife. Teach me fome melodious fonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praife the mount-Oh fix us on it, Mount of God's unchanging love!

II.

Ebenezer;

Here I raife my
Hither by thine help I come;

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