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6 The spirits of men,

Who for him were Nain, From Abel the righteous, share now in his


7 The apostles who stood,

Resisting to blood For Jesus's gospel, rejoice in their God.

8 O church of the Lamb

Here mét, do the same, With saints and with angels bless Jesus's


9 My soul bear a part,

For ransom'd thou art By Jesu's blood-Thedding, his burial and


10 To him that was flain,

The scorn'd Nazarene,
Be glory and honour; let allsay Amen.

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Thou holy Lamb divine,

How canít thou and sinners join? God of spotless purity, How shall man concur with thee?

2 Offer up one sacrifice
Acceptable to the skies ;
What shall we wretched finners bring

Pleasing to the glorious King? 3 Only sin we call our own,

But thou art the darling Son ;
Thine it is our God t appease,

Him thou dost for ever please. 4 We on thee alone depend,

With thy facrifice ascend,
Render what thy grace hath giv'n,
Lift our fouls with thee to heav'n.


Father, how wide thy glory shines !

How high thy wonders rise ! Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,

By thousand thro' the skies. e Those mighty orbs proclaim

thy pow'r ; Their motions speak thy skill; And on the wings of ev'ry hour

We read thy patience ftill. 3 But when we view thy great design

To save rebellious worms; Where vengeance and compassion join

In their divinest forms;

4. Here the whole Deity is known,

Nor dares a creature guess Which of the glories brighteft shone,

The justice, or the grace. ,
5 Now the full glories of the Lamb

Adorn the heav'nly plains,
Bright feraphs learn IMMANUEL's name,

And try their choicest strains. 6 O may I bear some humble part

In that immortal fong ;
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,

And love command my tongue.

Η Υ Μ Ν 147:


I MY Y hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,

And fhield art thou, O LORD;
I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word.
2 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise fhines,
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze

Those everlasting lines. 3 The facred word of

grace is strong, As that which built the skies; The voice which rolls the stars along,

Spoke all the promises.


4 My hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,

And shield art thou, O LORD;
I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word.
HYMN 148. Prov. xxviii. 14.
I God of all grace and majesty !

Supremely great and good!
If I have favour found with thee,

Throʻ th’ atoning blood, ,
The guard of all thy mercies giv’n;

And to my pardon join
A fear, left I shou'd ever grieve

The gracious Spirit divine. 2 If mercy is indeed with thee,

May I obedient prove,
Nore'er abufe my liberty,

Or fin against thy love :
This choieft fruit of faith bestow

On thy sojourner here;
And let me pass my days below

In humbleness and fear.
3 Still may I'walk as in thy sight,

My strict observer see;
And thou by rev’rent love unite

My child-like heart to thee :
Still let me, till my days are past,

At Jesu's feet abide :
So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.

H Y M N 149.

JOHN xiii. 9. Esus, thou art my righteousness,

For all my sins were thine;
Thy death hath bought of God my peace,

Thy life hath made him mine:
My dying Saviour and my God!

Fountain for guilt and sin!
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanse, and keep me clean. 2 Wash me, and make me thus thine own;

Wash me and mine thou art ;
Wash me, but not my feet alone, ,

My hands, my head, and heart !
Th’ atonement of thy blood apply,

Till faith to fight improve;
Till hope in full enjoyment die,

And all my soul be love!





ORD Jesu, when, when shall it be

That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease,

And my free soul enjoy thy peace ? 2 Here I repent, and fin again;

Now I revive, and now am sain;
Slain by the fame'unhappy dart,
Which O! too often wounds my heart.

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