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81. C. M.

Redemption, particular and complete
SING redemption through his blood


Redemption worthy of a God,
From endless misery.

2 Redeem'd, and yet to prison consign'd,
And bound with iron chains!
No; God's redemption frees the mind
From sin and endless pains.

3 Redemption breaks the captive's chain,
And sets the soul at large;
Washes the filthy leper clean,
Proclaims a full discharge.

4 Redeem'd !-ye ransom'd sons of men, Proclaim the truth abroad;

Ye seraphs, catch the pleasing theme,
And bear it up to God.

82. C. M.

Redemption by Price. LORD, what is man, that thou shouldst look

Upon our

Or write his name within thy book,
Thy book of life and grace?

2 Conceiv'd in sin-expos'd to death
By thy revenging law;
Soon as he draws the vital breath,
An heir of sin and woe.

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4 Down to the cross he bends his way,
Nail'd to the fatal wood;

He groan'd his precious life away,
And purchas'd us with blood.

83. C. M.

Redemption of the Church.


HRIST tasted death for all our race,
Redeem'd the Church with blood;
These are the chosen sons of grace,
The favourites of the Lord.

2 For them he bore the painful cross,
And died to set them free,-
Fulfill'd his Father's injured laws,
And with him they shall be.

3 From sin, and sorrow, death and pain, He will them all redeem;

All those for whom the Lamb was slain,
Must be complete in him.

4 United to their living head,
They life and bliss derive;
And, till the Lord forgets his word,
They shall for ever live.

84. C. M. Watts.

Redemption by Price and Power.
JESUS, with all thy saints above

My tongue bear her part,
Would sound aloud thy saving love
And sing thy bleeding heart.

2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his flood,

And quench'd his Father's flaming sword
In his own vital blood.

3 All glory to the dying Lamb,

And never-ceasing praise,
While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

85. L. M.


It is Finished. John xix. 30.

IS finish'd!-so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died:

"Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won. 2 "Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed, And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me the Saviour of mankind. 3 "Tis finish'd-this my dying groan Shall sins of every kind atone: Millions shall be redeem'd from death, By this my last expiring breath. 4 "Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcil'd, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: Peace, love, and happiness again Return and dwell with sinful men. 5 "Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: "Tis finish'd-let the echo fly

Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.


86. C. M. Redemption and Protection from Spiritual Fremios

ARISE my soul, my joyful powers,

And triumph in

Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He raised me from the deeps cf sin,
The gates of gaping hell,
And fixt my standing more secure
Than 'twas before I fell

3 The arms of everlasting love Beneath my soul he placed; And on the Rock of ages set

My slippery footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode,

Is wall'd around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark stands To shield the sacred place.

5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite, And all his legions roar ;

Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging power. 6 Arise, my soul, awake my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing; Loud hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King.


87. C. M. Relief Hymns.
The great Legacy.

OUR bless'd Redeemer, ere he breathed


last A Guide, a Comforter bequeath'd, With us on earth to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All powerful as the wind he came,
He came as viewless too.

3 He came, sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing guest,
While he can find one humble heart,
One heart wherein to rest.

4 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are his, and his alone.

5 Spirit of purity and grace,
"Our weakness pitying see:
O make our hearts thy dwelling place,
O make them more like thee.

88. C. M. Watts.

Breathing after the Holy Spirit.


OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate;
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great!

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

89. L. M. Watts.

The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.

from heaven, immortal Dove

Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things.

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,

Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 0 for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds new glories on them all.

5 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above;
And stand and bow amongst them there.
And view thy face, and sing thy love?

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