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'Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vict'ry 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-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore: The sacred veil is rent in twain, And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd-this my dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone: Millions shall be redeem'd from death, By this, my last expiring breath. 5 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round: "Tis finish'd-let the echo fly

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Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky.
EFFICACY OF GRACE.

XXXVIII. C. M. Toplady's Collec.
Efficacious grace. Psalm xlv.

H Is thy victorious sword!

AIL! mighty Jesus, how diviné

The stoutest rebel must resign,
At thy commanding word.

2 Deep are the wounds thy arrows give;
They pierce the hardest heart:
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds the smart.

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway:

Go forth, sweet prince, triumphantly,
And make the foes obey.

4 And when thy vict'ries are complete;
When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing thy conq'ring grace;

5 O may my humble soul be found
Among that favour'd band!

And I, with them, thy praise will sound
Throughout Immanuel's land.

XXXIX. L. M. Rippon's Selec.

The conversion of Zaccheus. Luke xix. 1, 10
NCE as the Saviour pass'd along,
Zaccheus fain the Lord would see;
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Of stature small, to 'scape the throng,
He ran before, and climb'd a tree.
2 As the omniscient Lord drew nigh,
Upward he look'd and saw him there,
"Zaccheus, hasten down, for I
"Must be thy guest to-day, prepare.
3 "To day," the pard'ning Saviour cries,
"Salvation to thy house is come,
"On wings of sov'reign love it flies;
"Go tell the blissful news at home."
4 Lord, look on souls that gaze around,
To ev'ry list'ning sinner speak;
Now may thy ancient love abound,
From ev'ry seat a captive take.

5 Mourners make haste our God to meet;
Come to the feast his love prepares;
The lost are sought and sav'd, how sweet!
And not the righteous, Christ declares.
6 Say, what are ye come out to view
Jesus who once for sinners died?
O hear the Saviour's voice to you,
"Cast sinful, righteous self aside."
7 Lord, wilt thou stoop to be my guest?
Dost thou invite thee to my home?
Welcome, dear Saviour, to my breast,
To day let thy salvation come.

XL. C. M. Rippon's Selec.

The lost sheep found; or, joy in heaven on the co version of a sinner. Luke xv. 3, 4.

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HEN some kind shepherd from his fold,

W Has lost a straying sheep,

Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves,
And climbs the mountain's steep.

2 But O the joy! the transport sweet!
When he the wand'rer finds;

Up in his arms he takes his charge,
And to his shoulder binds.

3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys,
And make his bliss complete:
The neighbours hear the news, and all
The joyful shepherd greet.

4 Yet how much greater is the joy

When grace one sinner turns;

When the poor wretch with broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is fill'd with joy.

6 Well-pleas'd the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner weep;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And owns him for his sheep.
7 Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:

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"A wand'ring sheep's return'd," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre.

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XLI. C. M. S. Stennett.

The converted thief. Luke xxiii. 42.
S on the cross the Saviour hung,
And wept, and bled, and dy'd,

He pour'd salvation on a wretch
That languish'd at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,
The penitent confess'd;

Then turn'd his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer address'd:

3" Jesus, thou son and heir of heaven,
"Thou spotless lamb of God,
"I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears,
“And welt'ring in thy blood.

4" Yet quickly from these scenes of woe
"In triumph thou shalt rise,
"Burst thro' the gloomy shades of death,
"And shine above the skies.

5"Amid the glories of that world,
"Dear Saviour, think on me;
"And in the vict'ries of thy death
"Let me a sharer be."

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,

"To day thy parting soul shall be "With ine in paradise."

XLII. L. M. S. Stennett.

Praise to God for renewing grace.

1 O God, my saviour and my king,

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Fain would my soul her tribute bring; Join me ye saints in songs of praise, For ye have known and felt his grace. 2 Wretched and helpless once I lay, Just breathing all my life away,

He saw me welt'ring in my blood,
And felt the pity of a God.

3 With speed he flew to my relief,
Bound up my wounds and sooth'd my grief;
Pour'd joys divine into my heart,
And bade each anxious fear depart.
These proofs of love, my dearest Lord,
Deep in my breast I will record;
The life which I from thee receive,
To thee, behold, I freely give.

5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise,
Through the remainder of my days:
And when I join the powers above,
My soul shall better sing thy love.

XLIII. S. M. Mount Ephraim Tune.
Rippon's Selec.

Salvation by grace, from first to last. Eph. ii.
RACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!

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Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man,

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 [Grace first inscrib'd my name
In God's eternal book:

"Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.]

4 Grace led my roving feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

5 [Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o'erflow:
'Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.]

6 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

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It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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XLIV. C. M. Evangel. Magazine.
Excellency of Grace.

O distant realms let monarchs spread
Their grandeur and renown;

Yet saving grace doth far exceed
The splendour of a crown.

Let earthly mortals proudly vaunt,
Of their increasing store;

The more they have, the more they want
And are in plenty poor.

3 But grace is an inheritance,

Not to be bought or sold;

More to be priz'd than stores or lands
Or heaps of shining gold.

4 Such treasures cannot here be found
To fill the empty soul,

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Though we could search the globe around,
Or dig from pole to pole.

UNION TO CHRIST.

XLV, S. M. Doddridge.

Vital union to Christ, in Regeneration. 1 Cor. vi. 17.

EAR Saviour we are thine,

DBy everlasting bonds;

Our names, our hearts, we would resign,
Our souls are in thy hands.

2 To thee we still would cleave
With ever growing zeal;

If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
O let them ne'er prevail.

3 Thy spirit shall unite

Our souls to thee our head;
Shall form us to thy image bright,
That we thy paths may tread.
Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near thy side
Through all the gloomy way.

5 Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear?
If he in heaven hath fix'd his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

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XLVI. L. M. Steele.

Life of the Soul. John xiv. 19.

WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise,

And fainting hope almost expires;

Jesus to thee I lift mine eyes,
To thee I breathe my soul's desires.