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HYMN 7.CAMBRIDGE.

ATHER, how wide thy glory fhines!
How high thy wonders rife!

Known thro' the earth by thousand figna,
By thoufands thro' the skies!

1 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r;
Those motions speak thy skill
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.

3 But when we view thy great defign,
To fave rebellious worms;

Where vengeance and compaffion join
In their divinest forms.

4 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone,
The juftice, or the grace..

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav'nly plains;
Bright feraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choiceft strains.

O may

I bear fome humble part

In that immortal fong;

Wonder and joy fhall tune my heart,

And love command my tongue.

Father how wide, &c.

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HYMN 8.CHESHUNT.

UR Lord is rifen from the dead

Ο Our Jefus is gone upon high,

The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the folemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates,
"Ye everlasting doors give way!"

Loofe your bars of maffy light,

And wide unfold th' etherial scene;
He claims thefe manfions as his right,
Receive the King of Glory in!

4 Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; The world, fin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And JESUS is the conqu'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the folemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, "Ye everlasting doors give way."

6 Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord of glorious pow'r poffeft,
The King of faints and angels too,
God over all, for ever bleft!

HYMN 9.

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REDEEMING LOVE.

TOW begin the heav'nly theme,

Now

Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye who Jefus' kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face;
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praife and blefs redeeming love.

3 Mournful fouls dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears,

See your guilt and curfe remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.

4 Ye, alas! who long have been,
Willing flaves of death and fin;
Now from blifs no longer rove,
Stop and tafte redeeming love.

5 Welcome all by fin oppreft,
Welcome to his facred reft;
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

6 He fubdu'd th' infernal pow'rs,
His tremenduous foes and ours;
From their curfed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.

7 Hither then your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

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HYMN 10.

DARTMOUTH.

E give immortal praise,

WE

To God the Father's love,

For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;

He fent his own

Eternal Son,

To die for fins,

That man had done.

To God the Son belongs,

Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with his blood,
From everlafting woe:

And now he lives,

And now he reigns,

And fees the fruit

Of all his pains.

To God the Spirit's name,

Immortal worflip give;

Whofe e

pow'r,

Makes the dead finner live:

His work completes,

The great defign,
And fills the foul,
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God to thee

Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reafon fails

With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

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HYMN II.

HOT HAM.

ESU, lover of my foul,
Let me to thy bofom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempeft ftill is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour hide,
Till the form of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my foul at laft.

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helplefs foul on thee,
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still fupport and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All mine help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless head

With the fhadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Chrift, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find,

Raise the fall'n, chear the faint,
Heal the fick, and lead the blind,
Just and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteoufnefs!
Vile and full of fin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all our fin:
Let the healing ftreams abound,
Make, and keep me pure within :
Thou of life, the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee,
Spring thou up within my heart.
Rife to all eternity!