The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.
Jefus our great High Priest

Has full atonement made :
Ye weary fpirits, reft;

Ye mournful fouls, be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

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ISDOM divine lifts up her voice: Sinners attend! ye faints rejoice! Thus faith our condefcending Lord: (O! may we hear his gracious word) "Riches and honor both are mine: "I am the tree of life divine! "My excellence can ne'er be told;

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My fruits are better far than gold!

"The finest gold cannot compare
“With riches, that my children share.:
"All bleffings do in me abound

"For thofe, who have true wisdom found.
"Here peace and pardon richly flow!
"Here fruits immortal ever grow!
"Abundant mercy, plenteous grace,
"For finners of the fallen race!
"Here's blood to wash away your fin,
"And make the molt polluted clean!
"Here is a robe by Jefus wrought,
"And as a gift to finners, brought!

"Come finners then, to Chrift apply job as
"Come without money, come and buy M
"Fair Wisdom's dictates now receive,

"And in the Son of God believe," adoledN

Dear Lord, do thou our hearts incline,

To feek for riches fo divine;

Nor let us e'er contented be,

'Till we poffefs our all in Thee.

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109. 11. Broughton T. RIPPON'S Sel.
Precious Promifes.

OW firm a foundation, ye faints of the Lord,
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What more can he say than to you he hath faid
You, who unto Jefus for refuge have fleds rd
In ev'ry condition, in fickness in health, 107 13
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth yo
At home and abroad, on the land, on the fea,
'As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not difmay'd,

His laid for your faith in his excellent ward;

I, I am thy God, and will ftill give thee aid 'I'll ftrengthen thee,helpthee,and cause thee toftand, Upheld by my righteous omnipotent hands 0% 'When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go i • The rivers of forrow fhall not overflow; line For I will be with thee thy troubles to blefs, l And fanctify to thee, thy deepest distress

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When thro' fiery trials thy pathway fhall lie W My grace all fufficient fhall be thy fupply 300 The flame fhall not hurt thee, I only defign 10 Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine

'E'en down to old age, all my people shall prove 'My fov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love;

And when hoary hairs fhall their temples adorn, 'Like lambs they shall still in my bofom be born.

The foul that on Jefus hath lean'd for repofe,

'I will not, I cannot, defert to his foes;

'That foul, tho' all hell fhould endeavor to shake, ' I'll never, no never, no never forfake.

110. L. M.

FAWCETT,

As thy Days, fo fall thy Strength be.

FFLICTED faint, to Chrift draw near,
Thy Savior's gracious promife hear;
His faithful word declares to thee,
That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be,
Let not thy heart defpond and say,
"How fhall I ftand the trying day?"
He has engag'd, by firm decree,
That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be."
Thy faith is weak, thy foes are ftrong;
And if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;
For as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be.
Should perfecution rage and flame,
Still truft in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou fhalt fee,

That as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be.
When call'd to bear the weighty cross,
Or fore affliction, pain, or lofs,
Or deep diftrefs, or poverty,

Still as thy days, thy ftrength fhall be..

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S. M..

DODDRIDGE.

The Security of Chriff's Sheep.

Y foul with joy attend,
While Jefus filence breaks;

No angel's harp fuch mufic yields,
As what my fhepherd speaks.

"I know my fheep," he cries,

My foul approves them well;

"Vain is the treach'rous world's disguise, "And vain the rage of hell.

"I freely feed them now "With tokens of my love, "But richer paftures I prepare, "And fweeter ftreams above.

"Unnumber'd years of bliss "I to my theep will give; "And, while my throne unthaken stands, "Shall all my chofen live.

"This tried Almighty hand

"Is rais'd for their defence :

"Where is the pow'r thall reach them there? "Or what fhall force them thence?"

Enough, my gracious Lord,

Let faith triumphant cry;

My heart can on this promife live;

Can on this promife die.

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C. M. MORTON's Col.

God on the fide of his People.

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RE Chaos into order mov'd
Or Adam's faith was try'd
The everlasting cov'nant proy'd
God on his people's fide.

With joy they recollect the day
The dear Redeemer dy'd;

For faints can view the fcene, and fay,
The Lord was on their fide.

Stopp'd in a mad career of fin,
For mercy they apply'd;

O what a change took place within!-
The Lord was on their fide.

Let doubts and fears, their peace affail,
Let foes their hope deride:

Doubts, fears, and foes fhall ne'er prevail-
The Lord is on their fide.

When wealth, when health, when strength
In God may they confide;

And fear no evil then, because

The Lord is on their fide.

[withdraws,

Soon Jefus beauties they fhall view,
With all the glorified,"

And find the facred record true,
"God's on his people's fide."