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5 Tho' earth's foundation be remov❜d,
On him my foul relies ;

In him my Father is well pleas'd,
Chrift's blood him fatisfies.

6 Thy gospel tells what thy blood works ;
From terror it relieves :
Its virtue many thousands know,
It faves whoe'er believes.

7 O bleeding Lamb, with pity view
These fears which me moleft;
Let thy blood wash out crimson sins,
In thy wounds give me reft.

8 When I'm diftreft, here will I rest
My heavy laden foul:

O hear my groaus, and bear my loads,
My fin-fick foul make whole.

HYMN LXXIII.

CHRIST's Free Grace, Love, and Pity, to men.

I OUR worthy flaughter'd Lamb thou art,
Our great High Prieft indeed ;
Moft freely on mount Calvary

Thou didft for mankind bleed.

2 Thy wounds thou mak'ft our hiding-place, And ftill thou art our friend;

3

When wrath purfu'd, thou fhed'it thy blood
That fo we might be skreen'd.

For vileft men, and blackest hearts,
Thy wounds did freely bleed;

For well thou know'ft that of thy blood
Such fouls ftand most in need.

4 In thee faint hearts do find fupport,
And troubled minds get peace:
From thee poor hungry fouls get food,
And wounded fpirits ease.

5 The bruifed reed thou never breaks,
But blow it to a flame;

Thou wilt not quench the smoking flax,
But ftrengthen doft the fame.

6 Had'st thou left faints, fure they had ftay'd
With men on earth that dwell:

Thy free grace them diftinguished,
Or they had dwelt in hell.

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7 To thy free love I flee, O Lamb,
For fcarlet finner flain,

To free me of my loads of guilt,
And cafe me of my pain.

8 Thou fay'st, believe, and on me rest,
And you fhall find relief:

Thy promise sweet I would believe;
Lord, help my unbelief.

9 On thy blood only I rely,

As doth thy gospel call:
The great atonement I receive,
Which faves believers all.

HYMN

LXXIV.

The ANGELS SONG.

1 HOW fweetly did the angels fing

At Chrift's nativity!

their hymn,

Let Adam's race take up
And praife God chearfully.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.

2 All glory be to God on high,
And peace be on the earth:

Henceforth good-will from heav'n to men,
Because of Jefu's birth.
Hallelujah, &c

3 We more than angels ought to praise : For, tho' they fee God's face,

With ranfom'd men they have no share
In God's redeeming grace.

Hallelujah, &c.

4 Hofanna to king David's Son,
And to king David's Lord,

Our dear God-man, our glorious Prieft,
Who heaven to us reftor'd.

Hallelujah, &c.

5 Let men and angels praife the Lamb,
Ev'n Jefus Christ our Lord;

Let men his ftripes and wounds for them
With thankful hearts record.

Hallelujah, &c

6 Because he dy'd, God hath him rais’d
And glorify'd on high:
Him all the heav'nly hofts adore
And praise eternally.
Hallelujab, &c.

7 Chrift's rifing doth us justify;
And his ascent to God

Doth find us room with faints to fing,
And ever praise his blood.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 We fee thee now at God's right hand :
Lord, draw us up to thee,
To triumph ever in thy love,
And all thy glory fee.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, Amen.

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Address to the FATHER.

I O HEAVENLY Father, we thee bless,
Who gave the Lamb to men:

The Lamb we blefs, who did fubmit
To be for finners flain.

2 Thou pity'd worms, and them did fpare,
Yet fpared not thy Son,

But him did wouud and bruise to death,
For our fins to atone.

3 Father of mercies, thro' Chrift's death,
Thou pardon't enemies,

And fend'ft thy Spirit to their fouls
With faith and rich supplies,

4 Forgive them, Father, Chrift once cry'd,
They know not what they do :
Forgive us, Father, we now cry;
Chrift's blood cries for us too.

5 O Father, thou doft men pursue
With offers of thy grace;
And, when refus'd, thou oft repeats
Thy gofpel terms of peace.

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With many motives thou hast try'd
Our backward hearts to win:

Thy Spirit with patience strives to fave
Men from the pow'r of fin.

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Of thy forbearance and free grace

A monument I am;

And ftill thou call'ft me to embrace

Thy facrificed Lamb.

8 Great love! that I who fpurn'd thy grace!
Thy pow'r and wrath defy'd,
Should mercy have proclaim'd to me,
Thro' thy Son crucify'd,

90 let not men abuse thy grace,

To fin because thou'rt good:

Fill all our hearts with grief and shame
That we thy grace withstood.

N. B. The seven following hymns are composed mainly for

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A Song for YOUNG ONES'

I AWAKE, ye little ones, and fing
The honours of the Lamb:
Let every child prepare a fong
To God our Saviour's name,

2 Our glorious Redeemer is

Moft worthy to receive

Our thanks and praise continually,
Yea, more than we can give

3 May his great love fink in our hearts,
And evermore abide;

4

Since for us children, finners vile,
The great IMMANUEL dy’d.

How hot and flaming was his love,

That made him interpofe

His naked breast, to take the stroke

For us who were his foes!

5 May our hearts burn with love to him Thro' all eternity;

Since out of burning love to us,

Chrift on the crofs did die.

6 We bless the Lord, who hath to babes

This glorious truth reveal'd,

Salvation thro' Christ crucify'd,
From wifer minds conceal'd.

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HYMN LXXVII,

A Song for Children.

1 A LITTLE child, O Lord, I am;
I ftrength and wisdom want:

I come to thee, who canft them both
In little children plant.

2 A willing child that comes to thee,
Thou fay'ft, thou'lt not cast out:
Thou bowels haft of God and man,
Why therefore fhould I doubt ?
3 Thy gofpel-offers reach to all,
And namely to the young;
Thy words left on record are fweet,
How charming is thy tongue!
"O come to me, ye burden'd fouls,
"With guilt and fears oppreft;
By faith your burdens on me caft,
"And I will give you rest.

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"Your willing necks bend to my yoke,

"Yield to my government,

"And imitate my holy life;

"And this you'll ne'er repent.

6 "I'm meek and lowly, learn from me "A meek and lowly mind;

7

"And thus your weary reftlefs fouls. "Shall reft and quiet find.

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My yoke to you shall easy prove,
"My burden also light;

"For wisdom's ways are pleasantness,
"And all her paths are right."

8 Lord, I believe thy faithful words,
Thy offers I embrace;
Thine offices I do accept,

And thank thee for thy grace,

HYMN

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