6 The spirits of men,

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

reign.

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

name.

9 My soul bear a part,

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

smart.

10 To him that was flain,

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

O

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.

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. ,
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:

THY WORD IS TRUTH.

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.

OD

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!

I

Η Υ Μ Ν

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INCONSTANCT. L:

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.