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80. C. M. WATTS'S H.

Párdon.

WHY does your face, ye humble fouls,
Thefe mournful colours wear?

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What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair?

What tho' your num'rous fins exceed

The ftars that fill the skies,

And aiming at th' eternal throne, 107
Like pointed mountains rife :

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What though your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation fwell,

And has its curs'd foundations laid

Low as the deeps of hell.

See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace;
Behold a dying Savior's veins
The facred flood increafe:

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It rifes high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither fhore nor bound:
Now, if we fearch to find our fins,{\'{

Our fins can ne'er be found.'

Awake, our hearts, adore the grace,
That buries all our faults,

And pard'ning blood, that fwells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

81. C. M. WATTS'S H.

Salvation.

ALVATION! oh, the joyful found the "Tis mufic to our ears

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A fov'reign balm for ev'ty wound,...
A cordial for our fears. «, to ***

Bury'd in forrow and in fin,
At hell's dark door we lay:

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But we are rais'd by grace divine
To fee the gofpel-day. 1.

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Salvation! let the echo fly....Mineb nie

The fpacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky

Confpire to raise the found.

82. C. M.

MIDDLETON'S Col.

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Salvation Finished.

ALVATION thro' our dying Lord,
Is finish'd and complete!

He paid whate'er his people ow'd,

And cancell'd all their debt.

Salvation finifl'd! charming found!
Let fhouts of triumph rife:
Free grace doth more than fin abound,
And we fhall reach the fkies!

Salvation, to fweet harps of gold,
Our raptur'd fouls fhall fing;
And frike, while endlefs ages roll-
The ever tuneful string.

83 TL. M. TOPLADY.

IS Finish'd

Another.

The Melliah dies,

Cut off for fin, but not his own! Accomplish'd is the facrifice,

The great redeeming work is done. Finish'd, the first tranfgreffion is,bana And purg'd the guilt of actual fin; And everlasting righteoufnefs

Is brought, for all his people in.

Sin, death, and hell are now subdu’d,
All grace is now to finners giv'n,
And lo, I plead th' atoning blood,
For pardon, holiness, and heav'n..

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ESUS is our great falvation;

He has faved his fav`rite nation;
Join to fing aloud to him':

He has fav'd us,

Chrift alone could us redeem.

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When involv'd in fin and ruin,

And no helper there was found; Jefus our diftress was viewing'; Grace did more than fin abound: He has call'd us,

With falvation in the found.'

Save us from a mere profeffion,
Save us from hypocrify;
Give us, Lord, the fweet poffeffion
Of thy righteousness and thee:
Beft of favors,

None compar'd with this can be.

Let us never, Lord, forget thee !

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Make us walk as pilgrims here: May we give thee all the glory Óf the love that brought us near: Bid us praise thee,

And rejoice with holy fear.

Free election, known by calling,
Is a privilege divine:

Saints are kept from final falling:
All the glory, Lord, be thine,

All the glory,

All the glory, Lord, is thine.

85. 8. Altered by MORTON.

No Condemnation, Te.

BELIEVERS, of mercy alone,
Of covenant-mercy fhould fing';

Nor, fear with Chrift's righteoufnefs on,
Their perfons and off 'rings to bring:
The threat'ning and wrath of a God
With them can have nothing to do;
The Savior's obedience and blood

Hide all their tranfgreffions from view.

The work which his goodness began, The arm of his ftrength will complete His promife is yea and amen,

And never was forfeited yet : Things future, nor things that are now; Not all things below nor above, Can make him his purpose forego,

Or fever the foul from his love...

Believer, thy name from his hands
Eternity will not erafe;
Impreft on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace;
Yes, faints to the end shall endure,
As fure as the earnest is giv'n;
More happy, but not more secure,
Are glorify'd fpirits in heav'n.

86. L. M. B-M. Altered.

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LL the Lord's honor'd, chofen race
Adopted were by fov'reign grace;
As view'd in Chrift, they ever ftood
The children of the living God.
The Lord eternally forefaw,

That they would break his holy law,
And fink in guilt, and deep difgrace,
With all the train of Adam's race.
Yet as Jehovah fix'd his eyes
On the atoning facrifice;

He his dear fons could never fee,
But with a full complacency.*

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