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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,
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
Pleasing to the glorious King? 3 Only sin we call our own,
But thou art the darling Son ;
Him thou dost for ever please. 4 We on thee alone depend,
With thy facrifice ascend,
HYMN 146. GOD GLORIOUS AND SINNERS SAVED.
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. ,
Adorn the heav'nly plains,
And try their choicest strains. 6 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal fong ;
And love command my tongue.
Η Υ Μ Ν 147:
THY WORD IS TRUTH.
I MY Y hiding-place, my refuge, tow'r,
And fhield art thou, O LORD;
On thy unerring word.
The mighty promise fhines,
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;
On thy unerring word.
Supremely great and good!
Throʻ th’ atoning blood, ,
And to my pardon join
The gracious Spirit divine. 2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Or fin against thy love :
On thy sojourner here;
In humbleness and fear.
My strict observer see;
My child-like heart to thee :
At Jesu's feet abide :
H Y M N 149.
JOHN xiii. 9. Esus, thou art my righteousness,
For all my sins were thine;
Thy life hath made him mine:
Fountain for guilt and sin!
And cleanse, and keep me clean. 2 Wash me, and make me thus thine own;
Wash me and mine thou art ;
My hands, my head, and heart !
Till faith to fight improve;
And all my soul be love!
Η Υ Μ Ν
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;