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2 Adam'd of Jesus ! fooner far... .
Let ev'ning plain to own a ftar :
That I no more reveré his name! 4. Alhamid of Jesus! Yes I nay,
When I've no fin to wash away, .
Or no immortal soul to fave.
Till then I'll boast a Saviour fain'; '.
iHe dies, the friend of finners dies ! i
Lol Salem's daughters weep around,
A sudden weinbling thakes the ground !
For him who groan'd beneath your load! He shed a thousand drops for you, :..
A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for man!
Jefus, the dead, revives again!
(In vain the tomb forbids his rife).
And thout him welcome to the skiego
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
And led the monster, Death, in chains :
« Born to redeem, and strong to save !"
I THE despised Nazarene,
Who is chief in my esteem;
Who to me is ever dear.
He should ever be my long ; .
To my soul exceeding fair.
Half thy love and half thy praises 4 From thy fulness me supply
Of thy grace to testify;
Let my fellow-creatures proves" .
in the gospel liberty...on's .il ..: HYMN CXXXIV.
Your drooping spirits raise,
To fing his endless praile.
We are on our journey bome. *
Why leek it here in vain
Hallelujab, &c. 3 We réft from sin befow," ni
" From fuff'ring up on liigh,
If in the ways of grace we go ... To glory in the sky.
Hallelujab, &c. 4. As strangers here we live, a . Nor 'Liding city find;. And all our hearts to Jefus-give,
And leave the world behind.
Hallelujab, & c.
6 Their steps let us pursue, ,
And fight our pagage through, And always keep the prize in view - Till we arrive there too. ii.
Hallelujab, &c. 7. The prize-behold how bright
It glitters through the sky! .
Within this earthly frame,
· How glorious is thy name! :
Nor fully reckon’d there;
Thy boundless praise declare.
To keep him in thy mind?
CHOR V S.
One God, whom heav'n and eartb adore,
We wretched finners lay,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief; .
He ran to our relief..
With joyful harte he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal Aeth,
And dwelt among the dead.
Their lasting filence break, i
The Saviour's praises speak. .. 5 Angels, aflilt our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold; si But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.
I VAIN, delufive world, adieu, . .
With all of creatore-good, . .
Who bought me with his blood!
I trample on thy wealth and pride ;
And Jesus crucify'd!.
ni Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain,
He tafted death for me! 70 o meno Me to fave from endless woe,
The fin atoning victim dy'd
And Jesus crucify'd !