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IS FINISH'D," the Redeemer faid,,
And meekly bow'd his dying head;
Whilft we this fentence fcan,

Come, finners, and obferve the word,
Behold the conquefts of the LORD,
Compleat for helpless man.

2: FINISH'D the righteousness of grace,
FINISH'D for finners pard'ning peace;
Their mighty debt is paid:
Accufing law cancell'd by blood,
And wrath of an offending GOD,
In fweet oblivion laid.

3 Who now shall urge a second claim ?
The law no longer can condemn
Faith a release can fhew:
Justice itself a friend appears,
The prifon-house a whisper hears,
"Loofe him, and let him go.'

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4 O unbelief, injurious bar!
Source of tormenting, fruitlefs fear,.
Why dost thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud objections fall,
"TIS FINISH'D," ftill may answer all,
And filence ev'ry cry...

5 His toil divinely finish'd stands,
But ah! the praise his work demands,
Careful may we attend!
Conclufion to our fouls be this,
Because falvation finish'd is,
Our thanks fhall never end.

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HYMN 320.

THE GRAVE SANCTIFIED BY CHRIST.

WHY
HY do we mourn departing friends,

Or fhake at death's alarms?

Tis but the voice that JESUS fends
To call them to his arms.

2 Why fhould we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

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There the dear flesh of JESUS lay,
And left a long perfume.

The graves of all the faints he bleft,
And foft'ned ev'ry bed:

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?

4 Thence he arose and burst the chain,
To fhew our feet the way

From fhades where death and darkness reign,

To realms of endless day.

5 Then let the laft loud trumpet found,
. And bid his kindred rife;
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye faints, afcend the skies.

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Is there a thing beneath the sky

Can comfort bring, or fatisfy,

But our dear Saviour's wounds ?
Here is a sweet and conftant peace,
A treafure full of richeft grace;
All elfe are empty founds.

2 Attend, my foul, fink down with fhame Before his face, who only came

To fuffer, bleed, and die:
O think upon thy fin and guilt,
For which his precious blood was spilt;
Thou didst him crucify.

3 See, thou vile piece of finful dust,
Thy dearest LORD fweat for thy luft
Till drops of blood fall down!
See how he yonder proftrate lies!
Obferve his mournful pray'rs and cries,
Mark ev'ry tear and groan!

4 See thy dear LORD dragg'd like a thief, Amidft contempt, and ftripes, and grief, For thee a facrifice:

Faften'd unto the fhameful wood,
Defpis'd by men, and bath'd in blood,
So dear thy ranfom-price!

5 LORD doft thou fuffer thus for me,
Doft thou feel all this mifery,

To give me life and peace!
Then let me bear it on my heart,
My all is purchas'd with thy fmart,
Thy blood figns my release.

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HYMN 322.

ISALAH liii..

Ho hath our report believed?
Shiloh come, is not received,
Not received by his own;
Promis'd Branch from root of Jeffe,
David's offspring fent to blefs ye,
Come too meekly to be known.

2 Like a tender plant that's growing
Where no water's friendly flowing,

No kind rains refresh the ground:
Drooping, dying we shall view him,
See no charm to draw us to him,

There no beauty will be found.

3 Lo! Meffiah unrefpected,
Man of griefs, defpis'd, rejected;
Wounds his form disfig'ring,
Marr'd his vifage more than any,
For he bears the fins of many,
All our forrows 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 curft.

5 But while him our thoughts accufed,
He for us alone was bruifed,
Stricken, fmitten for our guilt:
With his stripes our wounds are cured,
By his pains our peace affured,

Purchas'd with the blood he fpilt,

6 Love amazing, fo to mind us!
Shepherd come from heaven to find us
Silly sheep all gone aftray!
Loft, undone by our tranfgreffions;
Worse than stript of all poffeffions,
Debters without hope to pay.

7 Fear our portion, flaves in fpirit,-
He redeem'd us by his merit,
To a glorious liberty:

Dearly first his goodness bought us,
Truth and love then fweetly taught us;
Truth and love have made us free.

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