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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 faints and with angels bless Jesus's
9 My soul bear a part,
For ransom'd thou art By Jesu's blood-shedding, his burial and
10 To him that was sain,
The scorn'd Nazarene,
O Thou holy Lamb divine,
How canít thou and finners 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.
H Y M N 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.
. I God of all grace and majesty !
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 fin !
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!
Till faith to fight improve;
soul be love!
Η Υ Μ Ν
INCONSTANCT. 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;