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My Jefus has done all things well.

4 I fpurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And yet he undertook my caufe
To fave me, though. I did rebel !
My Jefus has done all things well.
5 And fince my foul has known his love,
What mercies hath he made me prove!
Mercies which do alb praise excel;
My Jefus has done all things well.
6 Tho' many a fiery flaming dart
The Tempter levels at my heart;
With this I all his rage repel;
My Jetus has done all things well.
7 Soon fhall I pafs the veil of death,
And in his arins shall lofe my breath;
Yet then my happy foul thall tell
My Jefus has done all things well.
8 And when to that bright world I rife,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the reft THIS NOTE thall fwell,
My Jefus has done all things well

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HYMN CXX.

APPY the man that finds the grace, The bleffing of God's chofen race, The wifdom coming from above, . The faith that (weetly works by love. 2 Happy beyond description he Who knows the Saviour dy'd for me, The gift unfpeakable obtains And heav'nly understanding gains. 3 Wifdom divine! Who tells the price Of Wisdom's coftly merchandize?

Wisdom to filver we prefer,

And gold is dross, compar'd to her.

4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days,
True riches and immortal praise;
Riches of Christ, on all bestow'd,
And honour, that defcends from God.
5 To purest joys the all invites,
Chaste, holy, fpiritual delights:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flow'ry paths are peace.
6 Happy the man who wisdom gains ;
Thrice happy who his guest retains:
He owns, and fhall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heav'n are one.

HYMN CXXI.

HAPPY the fouls to Jefus join'd,

And fav'd by grace alone;
Walking in all his ways they find
Their heav'n on earth begun.

2 The church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know ;

They fing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before thy throne !
We in thy kingdom of thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one.

4 The holy to the holy' leads;
From thence our spirits rife :
And he that in thy ftatutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the kies.

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HYMN CXXII.

LET earth and heav'n agree,

Angels and men be join'd,
To celebrate with me

The Saviour of mankind ;

T'adore the all-atoning Lamb,
And blefs the found of Jefu's name,
Jefus! tranfporting found!

The joy of earth and heav'n,
No other help is found!

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No other name is giv'n

By which we can falvation have,
But Jefus came the world to fave.
Jefus harmonious name!

It charms the hosts above;
They ever more proclaim,
And wonder at his love;

'Tis all their happiness to gaze,
'Tis heav'n to fee our Jefu's face.
His name the finner hears,
And is from fin fet free;

'Tis mufic in his ears,

'Tis life and victory;

New fongs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.

Stung by the fcorpion, fin,

My poor expiring foul
The balmy found drinks in,

And is at once made whole;

See there my Lord upon the tree!

I hear, I feel he dy'd for me.

6 O, unexampled love!

O, all redeeming grace!

How fwiftly didft thou move
To fave a fallen race:

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What fhall I do to make it known,
What thou for all mankind haft done!
O for a trumpet voice,

On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice

In him who dy'd for all!
For all my Lord was crucify'd!
For all, for all my Saviour dy'd!

To ferve thy bleffed will,

Thy dying love to praife,
Thy counsel to fulfil,

And minifter thy grace;

Freely what I receive to give,
The life of heav'n on earth to live.

HYMN CXXIII.

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ARISE, my foul, arife,

Shake off thy guilty fears,"
The bleeding facrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my furety ftands;
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead ::
His blood aton'd for all our race,

And fprinkles now the throne of Grace.

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary ;

They pour effectual pray❜rs,
They strongly speak for me:

Forgive him, O forgive! they cry,
Nor let that ranfom'd finner die.

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The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away

The prefence of his Son :
His fpirit anfwers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconcil'd!

His pard'ning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And Father, Abba Father, cry!

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HYMN, CXXIV.

My God, I am thine,

What a comfort divine;

What a bleffing to know that my Jefus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb

Thrice happy I am,

And my heart it doth dance at the found of his name. True pleafures abound

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In the rapturous found;

And whoever hath found it, hath paradife found. My Jefus to know,

And feel his blood flow,

'Tis life everlafting, 'tis heaven below!

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Yet onward I hate

To the heavenly feat;

That, that is the fulnels; but this is the tales

And this

hall' prove,

Till with joy I reinove

To the heaven of heavens in Jefus's love. !

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HYMN CXXV.

HY ceafelefs, anexhausted love,.

Unmerited and free,

Delights our evil to remove,

And helps our mifery..

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