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He for every man hath died,
He for all hath rose again;
Jesus now is glorified,

Gifts He hath received for men.

He sends them from the skies

On all His enemies;

By His cross He now hath led

Captive our captivity:

We shall all be free indeed,

Christ the Son shall make us free.

Blessings on all He pours
In never-ceasing showers;

All He waters from above,
Offers all His joy and peace,
Settled comfort, perfect love,
Everlasting righteousness.

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All may from Him receive
A power to turn and live;

Grace for every soul is free,

All may hear the' effectual call,
All the light of life may see,
All may feel He died for all.

Drop down in showers of love,
Ye heavens, from above;
Righteousness, ye skies, pour down;
Open, earth, and take it in;

Claim the Spirit for your own,

Sinners, and be saved from sin.

Father, behold we claim

The gift in Jesu's name!

Him, the promised Comforter,
Into all our spirits pour;

Let Him fix His mansion here,
Come, and never leave us more.

A THANKSGIVING.

I O GOD of my salvation hear,
And help a sinner to draw near

With boldness to the throne of
Help me Thy benefits to sing,
And smile to see me feebly bring
My humble sacrifice of praise.

2 I cannot praise Thee as I would; But Thou art merciful and good,

grace;

I know Thou never wilt despise The day of small and feeble things, But bear me till on eagle's wings

To all the heights of love I rise.

3 I thank Thee for that gracious taste,
(Which pride would not permit to last,)

That touch of love, that pledge of heaven;

Surely on me my Father smiled,
And once I knew Him reconciled,

And once I felt my sins forgiven.

4 My Lord and God I then could see, My Saviour who had died for me,

To bring the rebel near to God; Thou didst, Thou didst, Thy peace impart, Pardon was written on my heart

In largest characters of blood.

5 When I had forfeited my peace, My manners in the wilderness,

Infinite Love, how didst Thou bear! Thou wouldst not give the sinner up, My heart retain'd a feeble hope,

And could not, durst not, yet despair.

6 Assail'd with doubt, and fear, and grief, I stagger'd oft through unbelief;

Yet still Thou wouldst not let me yield: When stronger souls their Lord denied, And fell in heaps on every side, I never cast away my shield.

7 Vilest of all the sons of men, When I to folly turn'd again,

And sinn'd against Thy light and love, Grace did much more than sin abound, Amazed I still forgiveness found,

And thank'd my Advocate above.

8 Saviour, for this I thank Thee now; My Saviour to the utmost, Thou

Hast snatch'd me from the gates of hell, That I to all mankind may prove

Thy free, Thine everlasting love,

Which all mankind with me may feel.

9 The boundless love that found out me For every soul of man is free,

None of Thy mercy need despair;

Patient, and pitiful, and kind,

Thee every soul of man may find,

And freely saved Thy grace declare.

10 A vile, backsliding sinner, I

Ten thousand deaths deserve to die,
Yet still by sovereign grace I live;
Saviour, to Thee I still look up,
I see an open door of hope,

And wait Thy fulness to receive.

II How shall I thank Thee for the grace, The trust I have to see Thy face

When sin shall all be purged away! The night of doubts and fears is past, The Morning Star appears at last,

And I shall see Thy perfect day.

12 I soon shall hear Thy quickening voice, Shall always pray, give thanks, rejoice; (This is Thy will and faithful word ;) My spirit meek, my will resign'd, Lowly as Thine shall be my mind, The servant shall be as his Lord.

13 Already, Lord, I feel Thy power,
Preserved from evil every hour,

My great Preserver I proclaim:
Safety and strength in Thee I have,
I find, I find Thee strong to save,
And know that Jesus is Thy name.

14 By faith I every moment stand;
Strangely upheld by Thy right hand,
I my own wickedness eschew:
A sinner, I am kept from sin;
And Thou shalt make me pure within,
And Thou shalt form my soul anew.

15 I thank Thee, whose atoning blood Each moment intercedes with God,

Sprinkling my every word and thought; God hears Thy blood for mercy cry, passes all my follies by;

And

He sees, but He imputes them not.

16 I sin in every breath I draw,

Nor do Thy will, nor keep Thy law
On earth as angels do above;
But still the Fountain open stands,
Washes my feet, and head, and hands,
Till I am perfected in love.

17 Come then, and loose my stammering tongue,
Teach me the new, the joyful song,
And perfect in a babe Thy praise:
I want a thousand lives to' employ
In publishing the sounds of joy,

The gospel of Thy general grace.

18 Come, Lord! Thy Spirit bids Thee come; Give me Thyself, and take me home,

Be now the glorious earnest given;
The counsel of Thy grace fulfil,
Thy kingdom come, Thy perfect will
Be done on earth as 'tis in heaven.

A DIALOGUE OF ANGELS AND MEN.
I A. YE worms of earth, our God admire,
The God of angels praise:

M. Praise Him for us, ye heavenly choir,
grace.

His earth-born sons of