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Mild he lays his glory by.
Born, that man no more may dle>
Born to raises trite sorts os earth, . ''
Born to give them second birth-
Come, desire os nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquVmg seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head:
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place;
Second srom above,
Reinstate us ia thy love. '*



Thi Lord os earth and Iky,

The God os ages praise!
'Who reigns entlifonM on high,

Ancient os egoless days;
Who lengthens put our trial her.e,
And spares us yet another year.
Barren and wither'd trees, . t: .

We cumberM long the ground;
No sruit os holiness

On our dead louls was sound; Yet doth he us in mercy spare, Another, and another year. When justice har'd the sword,

To cut the sig-tree down; The pity os our Lord,'

Cry'd, " Let it still alone;" The Fathfer mild inclines his ear,

And spares US yet another year.

4 Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain'd the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd

Or. us, a io iger ipice:
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year!

5 Then dig ab-ut our root,

Break up our sallow {T'und,
Anu let our gracious s uit ,

To thy great praise abound;
O let us all thy ;. rat le declare,
And sruit u: to persection bear;


1 Si: G to the great Jehovah's priide;

AllJtoise to him belongs.
Who icŒidly lengthens ous our days,

Demands our choicest songs,
Whose providence h is brought uc thro'

Anot cr various yi;ar,
We ill with vows and anthems new

Besote OU- God appear.

2 Father, thy mercies past we own,

Thy lull contir.u\i care,
To thee presenting, throu^'i thy Son,

Whate'er we iuve, or are;
Our hps and I've', shall gladly show

The wonders or thy love,
While on in Jefu's sVps we go

To see thy sace above.

3 Our residue of Hays or hours

Thine, wholly thine shall be,
And all our consecrai.'d pow'rs .
A sacrisice to thee.


Till Jesus in the clouds appear

To saints on earth sorgiv'hj
And bring the grand Sabbatic Year,

The Jubilee os heav'n.



s 1 and did my Saviour bleed?
And did roy Sov'reigu die?
Wou'd he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?"

2 Was it sor crimes that I had done

He groan'd upon the tree f
Amazing pity! grace unknown r
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the san in darkness hide.

And shut his glories in;
When Christ the mighty Maker dy'd
For man, the creature's sin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing sace,

While his dear cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thanksulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops os gries can ne'er repay

The debt os love I owe; Here, Lord, I give mysels away, 'Tis ail that I can do.


ACharge to keep I have
Ah! lovely appearance os death
.Ah! where am I now - . ;-
Ah' whither should I go - .

Alas! and did n.y Saviour bleed
All.glor; to God in the Iky
Ail hail, happy day "- -

And am I born to die T -

And aoi I riy born to die -
Ana can I yet i-lay
And let rhis seeble boJy sail'' -'
An; must this body die . -
Arise, my ioul, arise *'

Away, my unbelieving sear -'
Away with our sears . 7

Be it my only wisdom here
Besore J''h-va!w aivsul throne
Behold the Saviour ot mankind i
Behold the servant os the Lord
Being os Beings, God or Love
Bleft be the deas uniting love -
Blow ye the trumpet. blow . -
Brother in Christ, and well belov'd
But above all lay hold

Cast on the si glity

Children os the iieav'nly King

Come, let us join our sriends above

Come, and let us sweetly ;o a .*

Come all, whoe'er have set

C^oie aw^y to the ikies

Corne, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

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