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Iv.
Fruit of a Virgin's Womb

The promis’d Blesling's come :
CHRIST, The Father's Hope of old,

CHR 197, the Woman's conqu’ring Seed,
CHRIST, the Saviour, long foretold,
Born to bruise the Serpent's Head.

V.
Refulgent from afar,

See the bright Morning.ftar!
See the Day-spring from on high,

Late in deepest Darkness, rise,
Night recedes, the Shadows fly,
Flame with Day the op’ning Skies !

VI.
Our Eyes on Earth survey

The dazzling Shechinah!
Bright in endless Glory bright ;

Now in Flesh he ftoops to dwell,
God of Gop, and Light of Light,
Image of th' Invisible.

VII.
He Mines on Earth ador'd,

The Presence of the LORD:
God, the mighty God and true,

God by highest Heav'n confeít,
Stands display'd to mortal View,
God supreme, for ever bleft.

VIII.
JESU! to Thee I bow,

Th’ Almighty's Fellow Thou! 'Thou the Father's only Son;

Pleas'd He ever is in Thee, Juft, and holy, Thou alone,

Full of Grace and Truch--for me,

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Ix.
High above ev'ry Name,

JESUS, the great I AM?
Bows to JESUS ev'ry Knee,
Things in Heav'n, and Earth, and Hell,
Saints adore him, Demons flee,
Fiends, and Men, and Angels feel.

x.
He left his Throne above,

Empty'd of all, but Love :
Whom the Heay'ns cannot contain

God vouchsaf'd a Worm t'appear,
LORD of Glory, Son of Man,
Poor, and vile, and abject here.

XI.
His own on Earth he fought,

His own receiv'd him not :
Him, a Sign by All blafphem'd,

Out cait and despis’d of Men,
Him they all a Madman deem'd,
Bold to scoff the Nazarene,

XII.
Hail Galilean King!

Thy humble State I sing ;
Never shall my Triumphs end,

Hail derided Majesty,
Jesus, hail ! the Sinner's Friend,
Friend of Publicans and Me!"

XIII.
Thine Eye observ'd my Pain,

Thou good-Samaritan!
Spoil'd I lay, and bruis'd by Sin,

Galp'd my faint, expiring Soul, Wine and Oil thy Love pour'd in,

Clos'd my Wounds, and made me whole.

Hail

XIV.
Hail the Life giving LORD,

Divine, engrafted Word!
Thee the Life my Soul has found,

Thee the Resurrection prov'd :
Dead I heard the quick’ning Sourd,
Own'd thy Voice ; believ'd and lov'd !

XV.
With Thee gone up on high

I live, no more to die :
Tirft and Laff, I feel Thee now,

Witness of thy empty Tomb,
Alpha and Omega Thou
Walt, and art, and art to come

e !

Hymn to CHRIST.

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TILL, O my Soul prolong

The never ceasing Song !
CHRIST my Theme, my Hope, my Joys

His be all my happy Days, Praise my ev'ry Hour employ,

Ev'ry Breath be spent in Praise.

His would I wholly be

Who liv'd and dy'd for me : Grief was all his Life below,

Pain, and Poverty, and Loss : Mine the Sins that bruis'd him so,

Scourg'd and nail'd him to the Cross.

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III.
He bore the Curse of All,

A spotless Criminal :
Burden'd with a World of Guile,

Blackend with Imputed Sin, Man ko save his Blood he spilt,

Dy'd, to make the Sinner clean.

Iv.
Join Earth and Heav'n to blek

The LORD our Righteoulma/s!
Myft'ry of Redemption 1 his,

This the Saviour's frange Deliga,
Man's Offence was counted his,
Ours is Righteousness divine.

V.
Far as our Parent's Fall

The Gift is come to All :
Sinn'd we all, and dy'd in One ?

just in One we all are made, CHRIST the Law fulfill'd alone, Dy'd for All, for All obey'd

VI.
In him compleat we thine,

His Death, his Life is mine.
Fully am I juftifyd,

Free from Sin, and more than free; Guiltless, fince for me he dy'd, Righteous, fince he liv'd for me!

VII.
JESU ! to Thee I bow,

Say'd to the utmost now.
O the Depth of Love divine !

Who thy Wisdom's Stores can tell : Knowledge infinite is Thine,

All thy Ways unsearchable !

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ORD, not unto Me

(The Whole I disclaim) All Glory to Thee

Thro' Jesus's Name! Thy Gifts and thy Graces

Pour'd down from above, Demand all our Praises, Our Thanks, and our Love,

II. Thy Faithfulnefs, LORD,

Each Moment we find, So true to thy Word,

So loving and kind; Thy Mercy fo tender

To all the lost Race, The foulest Offender May turn, and find Grace.

III. The Mercy I feel,

To others I shew, I set to my Seal

That Jesus is true ; Ye all may find Favour

Who come at his Call ; O! come to my Saviour,

His Grace is for all.

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