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He, for our Salvation bled,
First begotten from the Dead.

While in Death, like Sheep we lay,
While we all were gone aftray;
He, our Lord, our Life became,
He reftores us, thro' this Name.

Hail thou Son of antient Days,.
Hail! the object of our Praise:
Bleffed Jefus, thou whofe Wings,
Healing to the Nation brings.

Thou art worthy to receive
Glory, more than we can give :
Thou, alone, art ftrong to fave,
Thine own Arm Salvation gave.

Chrift alone, the Wine Prefs trod,
Laden with the Wrath of God:
Ventur'd none with thee to join,
All the Glory fhall be thine.

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The folemn Affembly.

Ehold! we meet to worship God,
Dear Jefus now impart

Salvation, Grace, and Life, and Love,
To every feeking Heart.

O ye, who wait to find the Lamb,

Ín Reverence draw near;

And liften to his foft, ftill Voice,

The Lord our God is here.

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Speak

Speak Jefus, to the mourning Soul,
And bid its Terrors ceafe;

Say to the Sinner felf condemn'd,
My Blood hath bought thy Peace.

Look on the fearful, fee their Doubts,
And let their tears be dry,
Support the Faint, and let them hear,
"Be not afraid, 'Tis I

Antient of Days, descend, defcend,
Awake Jehovah's Son;

Breathe into thefe dry Bones thy Life,
And make thy Godhead known.

To blefs the People thou haft lov❜d,
Thy faving Grace be nigh;

Let Earth and Hell, and all our Sin,
Before thy Presence fly.

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'Tis God that fuftifieth. Rom. viii. 33.

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ORD, if thou art our Salvation,
Let who will our Souls condemn,
There remains no Condemnation,
For the Souls thou didst redeem :
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory be to Chrift the Lamb.

Though we are by Men rejected,
Saints and Sinners us defpife,

Lord,

Lord, by thee alone refpected,
We can wipe our weeping Eyes:
Hallelujah, &c.

Glory be, &c.

Though no fingle Soul approves us,
Shall it make our Hope the lefs;
May we know our Saviour loves us,
May we feel an inward Peace :
Hallelujah, &c.
Glory be, &c.

Lord, accomplish all our Wishes,
With full Glories on us fhine,
Kifs us with ten thousand Kiffes,
Better is thy Love than Wine:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
May we fing before thy Throne.

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HYMN

Follow Me.

Hildren of God arife,

Awake and understand,

CLXII.

The World's delufive Joys defpife,,
And look to God's right Hand;
There is your happy Place,

By Jefus Chrift prepar'd,
Ye Sons of Sorrow, and of Grace,
There is your great Reward.

If Heav'n may be our Rest,

And God our Souls will guide,

We feek no more, no more request,.
Nor afk we ought befide :

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Let

Let us but reach at last,
The Palace of our God,

The bitter Cup we'll gladly tafte,
And run the rugged Road.

HYMN

CLXIII.

Declaring Chrift's Righteousness.

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E, with boldnefs will declare,
Thy Miracles of Grace,

In the Congregation tell,

Of thy fure Righteousness : How can we our Lips refrain?

Thy Righteoufnefs we must impart,
Lord fhall we, for fear of Man,
Conceal it in our Heart.

Happy he who e'er believes
The Embaffy of Peace,
Who at Jefu's Hand receives
The Gift of Righteousness:
God is his Salvation's God,
The Lord is his Almighty Shield,
He with Grace fhall be endow'd,
And then with Glory fill'd.

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Matth. xxvii. 50, 54.

IS done! th' atoning Work is done!

TJefus, the World's Redeemer Dies,

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All Nature feels th' important Groan,
Loud ecchoing thro' the Earth and Skies:
The Earth doth to her Center quake,
And Heav'n, as Hell's deep gloom, is black.

The Temple's Veil is rent in twain,
While Jefus meekly bows his Head,
The Rocks refent his mortal Pain,
The yawning Graves give up their Dead;
The Bodies of the Saints arife,
Reviving as the Saviour Dies.

And shall not we his Death partake,
In fympathetick Anguish groan,
O Saviour, let thy Paffion fhake

Our Earth, and rend our Hearts of Stone:
To fecond Life our Souls restore,

And 'wake us, that we fleep no more.

HYMN

CLXV.

LL thanks to the Lamb, who gives us

His Love we proclaim, his Praises repeat, We own him our Jefus, continually near, To pardon and bless us, and comfort us here.

O what shall we do, our Saviour to Love, To make us anew, come Lord, from above! The fruit of thy Paffion, thy Holiness give, Give us the Salvation of all that believe.

Come Jefus, and loose the ftammerer's tongue, And teach even us, th' fpiritual Song:

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