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2 Adam'd of Jesus ! fooner far... .

Let ev'ning plain to own a ftar :
Alham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let morning bluín to own the sun.
'Athairid of Jesus that dear friend, -
On' whom for heav'n my hopes depend;
No, if I blush, be this my name, is

That I no more reveré his name! 4. Alhamid of Jesus! Yes I nay,

When I've no fin to wash away, .
No tears to wipe, no joys to crate,

Or no immortal soul to fave.
5 Till then, nor is the boafting vain,

Till then I'll boast a Saviour fain'; '.
And, O, may this my portion be,
The Saviour not atham'd of me!

HYMN CXXXII.

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iHe dies, the friend of finners dies ! i

Lol Salem's daughters weep around,
A folemn darkness: veils the skies!

A sudden weinbling thakes the ground !
Come, saints, and drop a tear or iwo i

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!
But lo! what sudden joys we fee, ise

Jefus, the dead, revives again!
The rising God forsakes the comb:

(In vain the tomb forbids his rife).
Cherubic fegions guard him home,

And thout him welcome to the skiego

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
Sing how he spoiļd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster, Death, in chains :
Say, “ Live for ever, wond'rous King!

« Born to redeem, and strong to save !"
Then ask the monster- Where's thy fting?
" And, where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?",

HYMN CXXXIII,

I THE despised Nazarene,

Who is chief in my esteem;
Mark'd with scourges, nails, and spear,
Hung an ensign in the air.
None among the sons of men, ..
None among the heav'nly train,
Can with my Belov'd compare,

Who to me is ever dear.
2 Had I Gabriel's heav'nly tongue,

He should ever be my long ; .
Object of my present bliss,
Subject of my future praise.
Ravish'd I'm beyond degree,
While I view him on the tree;
All his wounds and bruises are

To my soul exceeding fair.
3 Other lovers I despise ;
Mine is gone beyond the skies:
Earthly things are far too mean
To divert me from the Lamb."
How, my Lord, shall I set forth
All thiy dignity and worth? ::
Human words cannot express

Half thy love and half thy praises 4 From thy fulness me supply

Of thy grace to testify;

Let my fellow-creatures proves" .
What is tarted in thy love.
Sout and body fink with thate,
While | Thee, my Saviour närhe!!
Soul and body, Lord, set free

in the gospel liberty...on's .il ..: HYMN CXXXIV.

FOR PILGRIMS.
I E happy Pilgrims come; I

Your drooping spirits raise,
Our Jesus foon will take us homo :

To fing his endless praile.
: ::. CHOR U s. .
Hallelujab, ballelújab, ballelujak,

We are on our journey bome. *
Rife, this is not our rest,.. ,

Why leek it here in vain
When ready for the marriage feast, ..,
We there our reft fhall gain.

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.
Thus faints in ancient dâysnin
- A country fought above all,
And haftend their with songs of praise,
And hearts infilani'd with love.

Hallelujab, & c.

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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! .
Hafte, pilgrims hafte, and run, and fight,
And seize the crown so nigh.

Hallelujah, &C.
HYMN CXxxv,
0 THOV to whom all creatures bow'

Within this earthly frame,
Thro' all the world how great art thou !

· How glorious is thy name! :
2 In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are sung,

Nor fully reckon’d there;
And yet thou makst the infant tongue .

Thy boundless praise declare.
3 What's man, fay 1, that, Lord, thou lov'f

To keep him in thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that thou proviť
To him so wond'rous kind ?

CHOR V S.
To that great undivided Tbree,

One God, whom heav'n and eartb adore,
As 'twas and is, all glory be,
Till time itself pall be no more. Hallelujah,

HYMN CXXXVI.
I PLUNG'd in a gulph of dark despair,

We wretched finners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,

Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief; .
He saw, and (Oh! amazing love !)

He ran to our relief..
3 Down from the shining seats above,

With joyful harte he fled; Enter'd the grave in mortal Aeth,

And dwelt among the dead.
4. Oh! for this love, let rocks and hills

Their lasting filence break, i
And all harmonious human tongues .

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.

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I VAIN, delufive world, adieu, . .

With all of creatore-good, . .
Only Jesus I pursue, .

Who bought me with his blood!
All thy pleasures I forego,

I trample on thy wealth and pride ;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd!.
2 Other knowledge I disdain, it !
'Tis all but vanity pub

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
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucify'd !

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