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3 Lo! Messiah unrespected,
Man of griefs, despis'd, rejected ;

Wounds his form disfig'ring,
Marr'd his visage more than any,
For he bears the sins of many,

All our sorrows carrying.
4. No deceit his mouth had spoken,
Blameless, he no law had broken ;

Yet was 'number'd with the worst :
For, because the LORD wou'd grieve him,
We, who faw it, did believe him

For his own offences curst.
5 But while him our thoughts accused,
He for us alone was bruised,

Stricken, smitten for our guilt ::. With his stripes our wounds are cured, By his pains our peace assured,

Purchas'd with the blood he spilt, 6 Love amazing, so to mind us ! Shepherd come from heaven to find us

Silly sheep all gone astray !
Loft, undone by our transgressions;
Worse than stript of all poffeffions,

Debters without hope. to pay.
7 Fear our portion, Naves in spirit,-
He redeem'd us by his merit,

To a glorious liberty :
Dearly first his goodness bought us,
Truth and love then sweetly taught us ;

Truth and love have made us free,

8 Blessed be the pow'r who gave usz
Freely gave his Son to save us ;

Bless'd the Son, who freely came :
Honour, blessing, adoration,
Ever from the whole creation

Be to GOD, and to the Lamb..



ESUS, who dy'd a world to save,

Revives, and rises from the grave,
By his almighty pow'r:
From sin, and death, and hell set free,
He captive leads captivity,

And lives to die no more.
2 Children of God, look up and see
Your Saviour cloth'd with majesty,

Triumphant o'er the tomb:
Give o'er your griefs, cast off your fears,
In heav’n your mansions he prepares,
And foon will take


home. 3

His church is still his joy and crown,
He looks with love and pity down

On her he did redeem :
He tastes her joys, he feels her woes,
And prays that she may spoil her foes,

And ever reign with him.

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4 O may we all from sin awake,
May all in heav'n our places take,

Near our exalted Head !
May all our souls to heav'n aspire,
In thought, in will, in strong desire,

To carnal pleasures dead.!



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HRIST the Lord is ris'n to day,

Sons of men and angels fay!
Raise your joys and triumphs high;

Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done,

Fought the fight, the battle won ;
Lo! our sun's eclipse is o’er,

Lo! he sets in blood no more. 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ;

Christ hath burst the gates of hell ::
Death in vain forbids his rise ;

Christ hath open's Paradise. 4 Lives again our glorious King,

Where, o death, is now thy fting!
Once he dy'd our souls to save,

Where thy victory, O grave ! 5 Soar we now where CHRIST hath led,

Following our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

6 What tho' once we perish'd all,

Partners of our parents fall;
Second life we all receive,

In our heav'nly Adam live. 7 Hail, the Lord of earth and heav'n!:

Praise to thee by both be giv'n!
Thee we greet triumphant now,

Hail, the resurrection-Thou ! 8 King of glory! foul of bliss!

Everlasting life is this
Thee to know, thy pow'r to prove ;;
Thus to fing, and thus to love.

HYMN 325


The Sun of righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more!
Adore the scatt'rer of your fears,

Your rising Sun adore. 2. The saints, when he resign’d his breatby,

Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bands of death,

Again the dead arise.
3. Alone the dreadful race he ran,

Alone the wine-prefs trod;
He dy'd, and suffer'd as a man,

He riles as a Gop.

4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal,

Forbid an early rise,
To him who breaks the gates of hell,

And opens Paradise.

HY M N 326.



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H OSANNA to the Prince of light,

That cloth'd himself in clay; ?
Enter'd the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.
2 Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our IMMANUEL role;
He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoil'd our hellith foes.
3 See how the Conqu’ror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies;
With scars of honour in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

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4 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abode;

: Sweet be the accents of our songs,

To our incarnate God..,,' 5 Bright Angels, strikeyour loudest strings,

Your sweetest voices raife;
Let heav'n, and all created things,

Sound our IMMANUEL's praise.

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