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4He spoild the powers of darkness thus, Behold amidst th' eternal throne

And brake our iron chains; A vision of the Lamb appears. Jesus has freed our captive souls

2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, From everlasting pains.

Mark'd with the bloody death he bore ; 5 (In vain the baffled prince of hell Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns,

His cursed projects tries; To speak his wisdom and his power. We that were doom'd his endless slaves, 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book Are rais'd above the skies.)

From him that sits upon the throne ; 60! for this love, let rocks and hills Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look

Their lasting silence break, On dark decrees, and things unknown.] And all harmonious human tongues 4 All the assembling saints around The Saviour's praises speak.

Fall worshipping before the Lamb, 7 [Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, And in new songs of gospel sound

Our souls are all on flame : Address their honours to his name. Hosanna, round the spacious earth,

5 [The joy, the shout, the harmony To thine adored name!

Flies o'er the everlasting bills ; 8 Angels, assist our mighty joys; 6. Worthy art thou alone,” they cry,

Strike all your harps of gold; . "To read the book, to loose the seals.' But when you raise your highest notes, 6 Our voices join the heavenly strain, His love can ne'er be told.]

And with transporting pleasure sing,

" Worthy the Lamb that once was slain HYMN 63. B. 1. L. M. 158}

"To be our Teacher and our King! Old Hundred, Dunstan.

7 His words of prophecy reveal Christ's humilia tion and exaltation.

Eternal counsels, deep designs ; 1 WHAT equal honours shall we bring, His grace and vengeance shall fufil

To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, The peaceful and the dreadful lines. When all the notes that angels sing, 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell Are far inferior to thy name?

With thine invaluable blood; 2 Worthy is he that once was slain,

And wretches, that did once rebel, The Prince of life, that groan'd and died ; Are now made favourites of their God. Worthy to rise, and live and reign 9 Worthy forever is the Lord, At his almighty Father's side.

That died for treasons not his own, 3 Power and dominion are his due,

By every tongue to be ador’d, Who stood condemu'd at Pilate's bar;

And dwell upon his Father's throne ! Wisdom belongs tô Jesus too, Tho' he was charg'd with madness here.

159 HYMN 21. B. 2. L. M. 4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss :

Nantwich, Dunstan. To him ascribe eternal might, 1.4 song of praise to (iod the Redeemer. Who left his weakness on the cross.

LET the old beathens tune their song 5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal, and of scorn;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue While glory 'shines around his head, Is my Redeemer and his love. And a bright crown without a thorn. 2 Behold! a God descends and dies, 6 Blessings forever on the Lamb,

To save my soul from gaping hell! Who bore the curse for wretched men;

How the black gulf, where Satan lies, Let angels sound his sacred name,

Yawn'd to receive me when I fell ! And every creature say,

Amen. 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood,

To drive me down to endless pain!

But the great Son propos'd his blood, 159 HYMN 25. B. 1. L. M. *

And heavenly wrath grew mild again. 1st, Part. Eaton, China.

4 Infinite lover! gracious Lord !, A vision of the Lamb.

To thee be endless honours given : LL mortal vanities, be gone,

Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd,


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HYMN 5. B. 2. L. M. * Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
Gloucester, Portugal.

To rest upon my heart.
Longing to praise Christ better. 6 We would no longer lie;
LORD, when my thoughts with won- Like slaves, beneath the throne ;
der roll

Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul, And thou the kindred own. And read my Maker's broken laws, Repair'd and honour'd by thy cross ;

161 HYMN 143. B. 1. C. M. 2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,

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Canterbury, Dundee. Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine, And see the man, that groan’d and dy'd, Characters of the children of God, from Sit glorious by his Father's side;

several scriptures. 3

S new born babes desire the breast I'm wingʻd with faith, and fir'd with love;? AS

To feed, and grow, and thrive; Fain would I reach eternal things, So saints with joy the gospel taste, And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.

And by the gospel live. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains For want of their immortal strains ;

2 [With inward gust their heart approves And in such humble notes as

All that the word relates ;

these Falls far below thy victories.

They love the men their Father loves,

And hate the works he hates.] 5 Well, the kind minute must appear, When we shall leave these bodies here, 3 (Not all the flattering baits on earth These clogs of clay-and mount on high,

Can make them slaves to lust; To join the songs above the sky, They can't forget their heavenly birth,

Nor grovel in the dust. 4 Not all the chains that tyrants use

Shall bind their souls to vice :

Faith, like a conqueror, can produce DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL,

A thousand victories.]
ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED. 5 (Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,

Abides and reigns within ;

Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.] 161 HYMN 64. B. 1. 8. M. * 6 [Not by the terrors of a slave

Do they perform his will, 1st Part. Froome, Germany, Dover.

But with the noblest powers they have 1.

EHOLD what wondrous grace

His, .sweet cominands fulfil.]
The Father hath bestow'd

7 They find access at every hour, On sinners of a mortal race,

To God within the veil ; To call them sons of God!

Hence they derive a quickening power, 2. 'Tis no surprising thing,

And joys that never fail. That we should be unknown ;

8) happy souls! O glorious state 'The Jewish world knew not their King,

Of overflowing grace! God's everlasting Son.

To dwell so near their Father's seat, 3 Nor doth it yet appear

And see his lovely face. How great we must be made ; But when we see our Saviour here, 9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne; We shall be like our Head,

Call me a child of thine,

Send down the Spirit of thy Son 4 A hope so much divine

To form my heart diviné. May trials well endure, May purge our souls from-sense and sin, 10 There shed thy choicest loves abroad, As Christ the Lord is pure.

And make my comforts strong : If in my Father's love :

Then shall I My Father, God,” 11 share a filial part

With an unwavering tongue.



6 I come


Assumes a body well prepar'd,

And well performs a work so hard. PSALM 40. 2d Part. C. M. X 4'. Behold, I come,” (the Saviour cries 162 St. David's, Mear.

With love and duty in his eyes,) The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ

. Of sins, and do thy will, my God.

to bear the heavy load 1 THUS sạith the Lord, “Your work is vain,

566" Tis written in thy great decree, «Give your burnt offerings o'er;

“ 'Tis in thy book foretold of me, “In dying goats and bullocks slain,

66 I must fulfil the Saviour's part; “My soul delights no more." “ And, lo! thy law is in my heart, 2 Then spake the Saviour, “'Lo, I'm here, 6.“ I'll magnify thy holy law, "My God, to do thy will;

66 And rebels to obedience draw, “Whate'er thy sicred books declare,

66 When on my cross I'm lifted high, “ Thy servant shall fulfil.

“ Or to my crown above the sky. 3“Thy law is ever in my sight,

17 "The Spirit shall descend, and show "I keep it near my heart;

“ What thou hast done, and what I do; “ Mine ears are open with delight

“The wondering world shall learn thay "To what thy lips impart.”

grace, 4 And see, the blest Redeemer comes !

“Thy wisdoin and thy righteousness."? The eternal Son appears! And at the appointed time assumes 164 HYMN 155. B. 2. C. M. b The body God prepares.


Durham, St. Anna, 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, Christ our passover.

And much his truth he show'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness,|' Lor the destroying angel flics Where great assemblies stood,

The pride and flower of Egypt dies 6His Father's honour touch'd his heart,

By his vindictive hand.
He pitied sinners' cries,
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er, Was made a sacrifice.

Nor pour'd the wrath divine :

He saw the blood on every door, PAUSE.

And bless'd the peaceful sign. 7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed,

Could wash the conscience clean ;|3Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed, But the rich sacrifice he paid

To break th' Egyptian yoke: Atones for all our sin.

Thus Isr:tel is from bondage freed, -8 Then was the great salvation spread,

And ’scapes the angel's stroke.
And Satan's kingdom shook ; 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too,
Thus by the woman's promis'd Seed With blooil so rich as thine,
The serpent's head was broke. Justice no longer would pursue

This guilty soul of mine.
PSALM 40. L. M.

5 Jesus our passover was slain,
Bath, Italy.

And has at once procur'd
Christ our sacrifice.

Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, 1 THE wonders, Lord, thy love has And God's avenging hand.

wrought, Exceed our praise,surmonnt our thought:

164 | Hymn 118. B. 2. L. M. Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2d Part.

Newcourt, Antigua. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,

The priesthood of Christ. Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt; 1 BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies;

Revenge! the blood of Abel cries ; An all-sufficient sacrifice.

But the dear stream, when Christ was 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears;

slain, To thy designs he bows his ears ; Speaks peace as loud from every




But the restores my soul to peacete, 1 THEshair be well supplya

2 Pardon and peace from God on high, 2 He brings my wandering spirit back, Behold he lays his vengeance by ;

When I forsake his way? ;, And rebels, that deserve his sword, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, Becomes the favourites of the Lord. In paths of truth and grace. 3 To Jesus let our praises rise, 3When I walk through the shades of death, Who gave his lifé à sacrifice :

Thy presence is my stay; Now he appears before his God, A word of thy supporting breatlı And for our pardon pleads his blood.

Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, COMMUNION WITH GOD.

Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
PSALM 23. L. M.
Newcourt, Italy.

5 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days;
God our shepherd.

O may thine house be - mine abode, shepherd living ;

. His providence and holy word. [ply'd; (While others go and come) Become my safety and my guide. No more a stranger, nor a guest, 2 In pastures where salvation grows But like a child at home. He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows,

PSALM 23. S. M. b And all the food divinely blest.

Shirland, Froome. 3. My wandering feet his ways mistake,

The same.

my , And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. Since he is mine, and I am his, 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale, What can I want beside ? Where death and all its terrors are, 2 He leads me to the place My heart and hope shall never fail, Where heavenly pasture grows, För God my shepherd's with me there. Where living waters gently pass, 5 Amid the darkness and the deeps,

And full salvation flows. Thou art my comfort, thou my stay ;3 If e'er I go astray, Thy staff supports my feeble steps, He doth my soul reclaim, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. And guides me in bis own right way, 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell For his most holy name. Gaze at thy goodness, and repine 4 While he affords his aid, To see my table spread so well, I cannot yield to fear; With living bread and cheerful wine. Though I should walk through death's 7 [How ! rejoice, when on my head dark shade, Thy Spirit condescends to rest ! My shepherd's with me there, 'Tis a divine anointing, shed 5 In sight of all my foes Like oil of gladness at a feast. Thou dost my table spread ; 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord My cup withí blessings overflows, Attend his household all their days ; And joy exalts my head. There will I dwell to hear his word, 6 Tbe. bounties of thy love To seek his face, and sing his praise.] Shall crown my following days s.

Nor from thy house will I remove,
PSALM 23. C. M.

Nor cease to speak thy praise,
Braintree, Mear,
The same.

PSALM 73, 2d Part. C. M. -6 168}

Rochester, Arundel. *MYshepherd will supply my need,

God our portion here and hereafter. nastures fresh he makes me feed, 1 POD, my supporter and my hope, dle the living stream.

My help forever near,



Thine arm of mercy held me up,

18. Let others stretch their arms like seas, When sinking in despair.

And grasp in all the shore; 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Grant me the visits of thy face, Through this dark wilderness ;

And I desire no more.
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

HYMN 93. B. 2. S. M. * 3 Were in heaven without my God,

Dover, Pelham. "Twould be no joy to me;

God all, and in ali. And while this earth ish may abode, 1 M'Godde my life my dare; 4 What if the springs of life were broke, I cannot live if thou remove,

And flesh and heart should faint; For thou art all in all. God is my soul's eternal rock, 2 (Thy shining grace can cheer

The strength of every saint. This dungeon where I dwell : 5 Behold the sinners, that remove 'Tis paradise when thou art here;

Far from thy presence, die ; If thou depart, 'tis hell.] Not all the idle gods they love 3 [The smilings of thy face,

Can save them when they cry. How amiable they are ! 6 But to draw near to thee, my God, 'l'is heaven to rest in thine embrace, Shall be my sweet employ ;

And no where else but there.] My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, 4 [To thee, and thee alone, And tell the world my joy. The angels owe their bliss;

They sit aronnd thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is.]
HYMN 94. B. 2. C. M.

St. Anns, Abridge. 5 (Not all the harps above
God my only happiness.

Can make a heavenly place,

If God his residence remove,
MY Y God, my portion, and my love,
My everlasting all!

Or but conceal his face.]
I've none but thee in heaven above, 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky
Or on this earthly ball

Can one delight afford; 2 [What

empty things are all the skies, No, not a drop of real joy, And this inferior clod-!

Without thy presence, Lord. There's nothing here deserves my joys; 7 Thou art the sea of love,

There's nothirg like my God.} Where all my pleasures roll ; 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun

The circle where my passions move, Scatters his feeble light;

And centre of my soul. 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon ;

8 [Po thee my spirits fly, If thou withdraw, 'tis night.

With infinite desire;

And yet how far from thee Llie ! 4 And while upon my restless bed Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]

Among the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head,

HYMN 15. B. 2. L. M. 'Tis morning with my soul.]


Eaton, 97th Psalın. 5 To thee I owe my wealth, and friends, The enjoyment of Christ; or, delight in worship

And health, and safe abode ;
Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 'FAR from my thoughts, vain world,

But they are not my God. Let my religious - hours alone: 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, Fain would my eyes my Saviour see ; If once compard to thee !

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee ! Or what's my safety, or my health, 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

Or all my friends, `to me? And kindles with a pure desire : 7 Were I possessor of the earth,

Come, my dear Jesas, from above, And cali'd. the stars mine own,

And feed my soul with heavenly love Without thy graces, and thyself, 3 [The trees of life immortal stand

I were a wretch andone. In blooming rows at thy right boy WATTS,

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