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HYMN LXXXVIII.

A DIALOGUE.

M.

1 REJOICE, O women, for the Lamb Your great High Priest is made: He wept, he bled, to buy for

A crown that shall not fade.

W.

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2 With fympathy his pains we feel He fuffer'd on the tree,

And all the anguish he endur'd

Our fouls from hell to free.

M.

3 What caus'd the flaming fword to strike
And wound his foul fo fore,

And put him to fuch grief and pain?
Was it our fins he bore?

W.

4 We blame not Pilate, nor the Jews;
But we our grief renew

For all our fins in heart and life,
Since they our Saviour flew.

M.

5 Mourning with you, we'll view the Lamb

As ftretch'd upon the cross,

Who never afk'd to be reliev'd

Till he aton'd for us.

W.

6 Let's kill fin too, that flew the Lamb ;
His laws let us approve :
Conformity we'll feek to him ;

His faints our hearts do love.

M.

7 Let's take Chrift's blood, fin to fubdue,
And wash out ev'ry stain :

Lord, do not turn away thy face
For fpots which may remain.

W.

8 Lord, lead us daily to this blood,
To give us peace within ;
And, that our peace may lafting be,
Our confcience purge from fin.
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VOL. IV.

9 Let's

M.

9 Let's go to praife the Lamb above,
And in his prefence dwell,
Who hath redeem'd us by his blood
From all the pow'rs of hell.

W.

10 We'll go and join the angels fong,
To praise the worthy Lamb:
That he is worthy of all pow'r
We'll evermore proclaim.

HYMN LXXXIX.

True BRITONS Thanksgiving for their De-
liverance from Popery and Slavery.

I LET British hearts and tongues blefs God,
And in his name rejoice;
All Proteftants, come fing aloud,
And make a joyful noife.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah. AMEM.

2 Praise God for kindness to this isle,
And to our native land,

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Who made the battle on us fmile,
And fav'd us by his hand.
́Hallelujah, &c.

In mercy, God preferves our crown

In the reformed line;

French fchemes and projects he breaks down
When hell and Rome combine.

Hallelujah, &c.

4 Papists and masked Proteftants

Still new rebellions try,

Pop'ry and flav'ry to advance
'Gainft truth and liberty.
Hallelujah &c.

5 Rome's friends do plot and fight in vain,
Them Zion's King doth fee;

His gofpel pure he doth maintain,
And gives us victory.
Hallelujah, &c.

6 To two Prince Williams, under God,
Great Britain ftands in debt:

They

They ftopt her foes here and abroad:

Let God the glory get.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 He rais'd and bleft them: his ftrong hand
Our laws and rights maintains:

He keeps his gospel in the land,

Us frees from rack and chains.
Hallelujah, &c.

8 We thank God, we're in Britain born,
And not in France or Spain,
Or nations who the gospel scorn,
And worship pure difdain.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.

HYMN XC.

ANOTHER.

I CHRIST fees his church in all her ftraits

And hears his people's cries. The plots of foes, however clofe, Are all before his eyes.

2 When Antichrift, with all his train,
Raze Zion quite, does cry:

Her mighty King above doth reign,
And all their rage defy.

3 Let Britain ne'er forget her God,
Who guards her, and preferves
Religion, laws and liberties;

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Smites not as fhe deserves.

Ah Lord, our land's provoking fins
Call for a fecond flood:

A deluge fend from Calvary,

To drown them in thy blood.

5 To Britain true repentance give,
On fleets and armies fmile;

Change hearts and lives, their fins forgive se
Abide ftill in our isle;

6 About her be a wall of fire,

The glory us among;

Protect us ftill from Romish ire,

And all who would us wrong.
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7 Let

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Let reformation from the throne

Spread both 'mong rich and poor: In ev'ry house let God be prais'd,

And fin caft to the door.

8 What fhall we render to our God
For all his gifts to us?
And for his gift unspeakable,
Chrift bleeding on the cross?

HYMN XCI.

BELIEVERS Food at CHRIST's Table.

1 THE angels bright above

Do not partake this food:

They feast upon their Maker's love,

But not a Saviour's blood.

2 Here Chrift his flock doth feed
With food of rarest kinds,
Pardon and peace bought with his blood,
Moft fit for troubled minds.

3 I'll feed and wash me clean
In ftreams of Jefu's blood:
Lord, purge my foul from ev'ry. ftain
In that foul-cleanfing flood.

4 God's pity I admire :

When wrath 'gainst man did fwell,
He fent his Son to bear our fins,
And fave our fouls from hell.

5 Father, regard thy Son,

Who for us intercedes;

His blood cries louder than our fins,

And for remiffion pleads.

6 Thou fay'ft, a feast above

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Shall to thy flock be giv'n; What's wanting at the table here Shall be made up in heav'n.

7 To Chrift, when they afcend,

They'll need thefe figns no more; They'll feaft and fhare of heav'nly, fare Chrift keeps for them in ftore.

8 Lord, take me to that feast,

Where I fhall fee thy face,

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And

And evermore feed and adore,

And bless thee for thy grace.

HYMN XCII.

CHRIST's dying Love to be remembered.

1 CHRIST faid, when men fell under doom,
To do thy will, O God, I come;

I freely come, I freely die,
For guilty men to fatisfy.

2 Thou, Lord, for them who hated thee,
Did fhed thy blood abundantly;
Thy foul for fin an off'ring made,
And thus our dreadful debt was paid.
3 That night our Jefus was betray'd,
He took, be blefs'd, he brake the bread,
In mem'ry of Christ crucify'd,
He faid, Do this, then went and dy'd.
"Do this, my friends, till I return :
Look on my wounds for fin, and mourn:
Yet eat and drink ftill thankfully;
This feast keep, and remember me.'
5 A moving fight, Lord, here I fee,
My bleeding Lamb nail'd to the tree :
May I, while feeding here, be found
Clofs prying into ev'ry wound.

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6 Here is God's righteoufnefs brought near,
Clothing for naked fouls to wear:

This robe, faith Chrift, I wrought for thee;
Come put it on, remembring me.

7 Here's refuge, peace, eternal life,
Come fhare and banish unbelief:

My blood wipes out the deepest stain,
Feed on this truth, The Lamb is flain.
8 This truth makes angels fall and cry,
How wondrous is this mystery!

Ten thousand thousands do the fame,
Who minister before the Lamb.

HYMN XCIII.

CHRIST our RIGHTEOUSNESS and the Soul's ALL.

1 CHRIST feeds his flock, he calls their names,

His bofom bears the tender Lambs:

Look

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