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HYMN 18.

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DORSET.

WOW fad our state by nature is, Our fin how deep it stains! And Satan binds our captive fouls,

Faft in his flavish chains;

But there's a voice of fov'reign grace,
Sounds from God's facred word,
Ho! ye dispairing finners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

2 O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief!

We would believe thy promife, Lord,
O help our unbelief!

To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Teach us, O Lord, to fly;

There may we wash our fpotted fouls
From crimes of deepest dye!

3 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
Out reigning fins fubdue;

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Drive the old dragon from his feat,
With his infernal crew:

Poor guilty, weak, and helpless worms,
Into thine hand we fall:

Be thou our strength and righteousness,
Our Jefus, and our All!

HYMN 19.WANDSWORTH.
Sun of righteousness arise,
With healing in thy wings,
To my difeas'd, my fainting foul,
Thy light falvation brings.
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2 Thefe clouds of pride and fin difpe!,
By thine all-piercing beam,

Lighten mine eyes with faith, my heart
With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind by thy all quick'ning power,
From low defires fet free,
Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.

4 Father, thy long-loft fon receive,
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Bleft Comforter, with peace and joy,
Thy new-made creature crown.

HYMN 20.

MOLESWORTH.

ARISE my foul with wonder fee,

What love divine for thee hath done,

Behold thy forrow, fin, and grief,
Are laid on God's eternal Son.

z See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down; Did e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet,

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That were a prefent far too fmall; Love fo amazing, fo divine,

Demands my foul, my life, my all.

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HYMN 21.- BUXTON.

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WAKE and fing the fong,

Of Mofes and the Lamb;

Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rifing pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whofe fins he bore.

3 Sing till we feel our hearts,

Afcending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of fin departs,
And grace infpires our fongs.

4 Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ranfom'd finners fing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Chrift th' eternal king.

5 Soon fhall ye hear him fay,

"Ye bleffed children come;" Soon will he call ye hence away, And take his wand'rers home.

HYMN 22.- RICHMOND.

HEN I furvey the wond'rous croft,

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On which the Prince of Glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but lofs, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boaft,

Save in the cross of Chrift, my God: All the vain things that charm me moż I facrifice them for thy blood.

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HYMN 23.CIRENCESTER.

PRAISE ye the Lord, y'immortal choir,

That fill the realms above;

Praise him who form'd you of his fire,
And feeds you with his love;
Shine to his praife ye cryftal fkies,
The floor of his abode

Or veil in fhades your thousand eyes,
Before your brighter God.

2 Thou reflefs globe of golden light,
Whofe beams create our days.
Join with the filver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays;
Winds, ye fhall hear his name aloud,
Thro the etherial blue;

For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

3 Thunder, and hail, and fire, and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And fpeak his awful hand:

Shout to the Lord ye furging feas,
In your eternal roar;

Let waves to waves refound his praise,
And fhore reply to shore.

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4 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,
To him that bids you grow :

Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines,
On ev'ry thankful bough:
Thus while the meaner creatures fing,

Ye mortals, take the founder
Echo the glories of your King,
Thro' all the nations round.

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HYMN 24.

JESUS

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ESUS, thy blood and righteoufnefs, My beauty are, my glorious drefs; 'Midft flaming worlds in thefe array'd, With joy fhall I lift up my head.

2 When from the duft of death I rife, To claim my manfion in the skies; Ev'n then, shall this be all my plea,

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Jef is hath liv'd hath dy'd for me."
3 Bold fhall I ftand in that great day,
For who ought to my charge fhall lay?
Fully thro' thee abfolved I am,

From fin and fear, from guilt and shame.

4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

5 This fpotless robe the fame appears,
When ruin'd nature finks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Christ is ever new.

6 Q let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious drefs,
Jefus, the Lord, our righteoufnefs.

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HYMN 25 HUDDERSFIELD.

MY hiding place, my refuge, tow'r,

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And fhield art thou, O Lord!

I firmly anchor all my hopes,

On thy unerring word.

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