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This great high priest shall bear my cries

Up to his Father's throne :
He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,

And sweetens ev'ry groan.
Ten thousand praises to the King,

Hosanna in the higb'st;
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring

To God, and to his Christ. 105 wwwwwwwwwwand

Salem. WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our high Priest above :
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.
Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame :
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the

same,
But spotless, innocent, and pure

The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts he bore,

And did resist to blood. He in the days of feeble flesh

Pour'd out bis cries and tears,
And in bis measure feels afresh,

What every member bears.
He'll never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.
Then let our humble faith address,

His mercy and his power,
We shall obtain delivering grace

In the distressing hour. 106 Norwowa

Follett, JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne,

And near thy Father sit :
In Zion shall thy power be known,

And make thy foes submit.
What wonders shall thy gospel do!

Thy converts shall surpass
The num'rous drops of morning dew,

And own thy quick’ning grace.
God hath pronounc'd a firm decree,

Nor changes what he swore ; Eternal shall thy priesthood be,

When Aaron is no more. Jesus our priest for ever lives,

To plead for us above ;
Jesus our King for ever gives

The blessings of his love.
God shall exalt his glorious head,

And his high throne maintain,
Shall strike the powers and princes dead,

Who dare oppose his reign.

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JOIN all the glorious names

Of wisdom, love and power,
That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore :
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Jesus, my great high-Priest,

Offer'd his blood and died ;
My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne."
My dear almighty Lord,

My conqueror and my King !
Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Tby reigning grace I sing : Thine is the power ; bebold I sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet. Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down;

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My captain leads me forth,

To conquest and a crown: A feeble saint shall win the day, Tho' death and hell obstruct the way. 108 worse

Jubilee Nero.

REJOICE the Lord is King,

Your God and King adore ;
Mortals give thanks and sing,

And triumph evermore :
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints rejoice!
Jesus, the Saviour, reigns.

The God of truth and love;
When he bad purged our stains,

He took his seat above :
Lift up your hearts, &c.
His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and bell

Are to our Jesus given :
Lift up your hearts, &c.
Rejoice in glorious hope,

Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home :
Lift up your bearts, &c.

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Job. HAIL, sovereign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man ! Hail, matcbless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding-place

Against the God that rules the sky
I fought with hands uplifted bigb ;
And madly scorn’d his glorious grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding-place.

But thus th' eternal purpose ran,
“ Almighty love arrest that man,"
I turd'd my steps, with rapid pace,
And ran to Christ the hiding-place.
On him almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell ;
He bore it for the chosen race,
And thus became their hiding-place.

Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll, And shake the globe from pole to pole, No flaming bolt shall daunt their face, For Jesus is their hiding-place,

A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land them on fair Canaan's cost ;
Where they sball sing the song of grace,
And see their glorious hiding-place.

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