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3. Love's myfterious work is done;
Greet we now th' atoning Son,
Heal'd and quicken'd by his blood,
Join'd to CHRIST, and one with GOD.

4. CHRIST, of all our hopes the feal,
Peace divine in CHRIST we feel,
Pardon to our fouls applied,
Dead for all, for me he died.

5. Sin fhall tyrannize no more,
Purg'd its guilt, diffolv'd its pow'r;
JESUS makes our hearts his throne,
There be lives, and reigns alone.

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6. Grace our every thought controuls,
Heav'n is open'd in our fouls,
Everlasting life is won,
Glory is on earth begun.

7. CHRIST in us ; in Him we fee
Fulness of the Deity,

HYMNS to conclude

CDXX. Indignation and Hope.

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7ITH humble boldnefs, trembling And with a child-like fear, [joy, LORD, we thy majesty address,

And to thy feat draw near.

2. For thou, great Judge of all the earth,

Now on a throne of grace,
Between the wond'ring cherub's wings,
Reveal'ft thy glorious face.

3. At thy right-hand behold thy So N.
Who kindly intercedes!

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His blood cries louder than our fins,
And for our pardon pleads.

4. Ah cruel fins, how odious now,

And how deform'd are they; While in that crimson fountain we Their monstrous hew furvey!

Beam of the Eternal Beam; Life divine we tafte in Him. 8. HIM by faith we tafte below, Mightier joys ordain'd to know, When His utmost grace we prove, Rife to heaven by perfect love.

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Thefe with black horror fill'd his mind,
Inrag'd his wounds with pain;
With grief these rent his lab'ring breast,
And all his blood did drain.

6. Tho' these our crimes all teftify,
Our crying guilt aloud;

LORD, veil no more Thy fhining face
Within an angry
cloud!

7. Let thy love's rays attract from us
A penitential dew;

And while our vilenefs we lament,

Thy pard'ning mercy fhew!

8. Then tho' our fins have num'rous been Like fands upon the shore ;

Peace, like a ftream o'erflows our fouls,
And fins are feen no more..

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CDXXI. Love to a crucified Saviour.

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`HOU art all love, my dearest LORD,
Thou art all lovely too :

Thy love I at thy table taste,
Thy lovelinefs I view.

2. Thy divine beauty, veil'd with flesh,
Thy enemies despise;

Thy mangled body they difdain,

And turn from Thee their eyes.

3. But Thou more lovely art to me
For all that Thou haft borne:
Each cloud fets off thy luftre more,
-Thee all thy fcars adorn.

4. Thy garments tinctur'd with thy blood, The best and nobleft dye.

Out-fhine the robes that princes wear; Thy, thorns their gems out-vie. 5. That I may be all love to Thee,

And lovely like Thee too,

O cleanse me with thy precious blood,
And me thy beauty shew!

6. My former vows I now renew,
OLORD, as Thou art mine;
Behold, I give my heart to Thee,
For ever I'll be thine!

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With a celeftial banquet there,
His table's richly spread:

His own most precious blood's the wine,
His body is the bread.

4. To entertain his happy friends,
He oft repeats his call;

Pours fragrant oil upon their heads,
Gives robes to clothe them all.

5. Nay, ev'ry contrite mind to Him
A holy temple proves ;
For humble fouls are his delight,
And He dwells where He loves.
6. He at the door of ev'ry heart
Does friendly calls renew;
Open to me, and you shall sup
With me,
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7. And will the high and lofty One Vouchsafe to dwell with men ? Open, eternal doors, and let "The King of Glory in."

[8. This entertainment, LORD, of thine, So gen'rous and fo free,

Coft many pangs and many groans,
And many wounds to Thee.]

9. Eternal praife to thy great name,
By all the hoft of heav'n;

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By ev'ry nation, ev'ry tongue,
And ev'ry heart be giv'n!

† CDXXIII. A serious Recollection.

AST thou, my foul, thy SAVIOUR view'd

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As on the cross he hung and bled?
Haft feen his bruifes, wounds, and tears,
Seen Him bow down his dying head?

2. Haft

Haft heard how rudely He was jeer'd
By those that made Him groan and die?
Heard Him amidst their cruel scoffs,
Ev'n rend the heavens with his cry?

3. That doleful cry, "My God, my GOD! "O why haft thou thy Son forfook ?" Haft mark'd the anguifh of his words, The mortal horror of his look?

4. All this, and more than thou, my foul,
Can't tell, or think, He did endure,
To fcreen thee from his father's wrath,
And thy eternal bliss secure.

5. Look back, once more, and view his head,
His back, his hands, his feet, his fide;
And tell, if any fight like this
Is found in all the world befide?
6. No, all to me is dung and drofs,
But my dear JESUS crucify'd
Under the fhadow of his cross,
I'll fit me down, and there abide.

7. His wounds, the nobleft proofs of love,

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His beauty too, I there fhall fee,

Darting thro' his reproachful veil

Its sweet and pow'rful beams on me.
CDXXIV. God is Love.

LORD, all the works thy hand has

form'd

In earth and heav'n above,
And all thy tracks of providence,
Shew thee a GoD of LovE:
2. But thy furprising acts of grace
To Adam's guilty feed,
Loudly proclaim to all the world,

That GOD is LovE indeed.

3. To objects, who deferve thy wrath, Thy boundless Love extends;

Thou'rt kinder to thy enemies,

Than men are to their friends.

4. Love drew the model of our blifs,
In the decrees divine.

Conducts the work, and will complete
At length the vast design.

5. Love brought Heav'n's Heir down from
Into a virgin's womb;
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Faften'd Him to a curfed tree,

And laid Him in a tomb.

6. In his words, deeds, and fuff'rings all,
The law of kindness reign'd;
Love open'd all his ghaftly wounds,
Thro' which his life was drain'd.

7. His Love as freely tenders now
That meritorious blood,

That broken body, to our fouls,
The best and sweetest food.

8. Love carry'd Him up to his throne,
There to prepare us room;
And love will bring Him down again,
At laft, to lead us home.

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What good, what welcome news!
What wond'rous love is here!

That GoD his only fon fhould bruise,
So lovely and fo dear.

That poor apoftate man

In heav'n might ever dwell;
Who with wild fury headlong ran
The way that leads to hell.

Dear LORD, with what surprise,
Do we thy fuff rings trace;

And mark thy wounds, thy groans, thy
Thy forrows and difgrace! [cries,

For all this haft Thou born
To expiate our guilt:

Thy flefh to heal our fores was torn,
Thy blood to cleanse us, fpilt.
8. Thy fhame deferves renown,

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Thy cross a princely throne; That head becomes a royal crown, Which wore a thorny one.

And one day Thou our KING In glory wilt appear; And troops of faints and angels bring T'attend thy triumph here.

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10. Glory to GoD on high, "Good will to men below." If thus the friendly angels cry, What joy should mortals fhew!

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5. While terror o'er thy foul was fpread,
Thy cruel foes reviling stood ;
While clouds of wrath burft on thy head,
They bath'd their hands in facred blood.
6. The fun, aftonish'd, hid his face,
The heav'ns a fable garment wore ;
The frighted earth's foundation thook,
And folid rocks afunder tore.

7. The temples veil was rent, to fhew
Heav'n's throne unveil'd to our high priest;
The op'ning graves, and rifing faints
The virtue of his death confefs'd.

8. Thou, LORD of life, didft foon revive,
Nor could thy tomb Thee long retain."
Who to lay down thy life hadft pow'r,
And pow'r to take it up again.

9 Thy body, once with wounds deform'd, Does now with heav'nly glory fhine, Adorn'd, and made a temple fit

For fuch a beauteous foul as thine.

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HYMNS TO CONCLUDE To this I humbly fet my name,

And call the bleffings mine.

2. My God, I'll fay, my ftrength, my shield,
My buckler, rock, and fort,
Horn of falvation, whom I trust,
My GoD, my all thou art.

3. JESUS is mine! hail blessed name
My prophet, prieft, and king:
His blood, his fceptre, and his grace,
Complete falvation bring.

4. The SPIRIT's mine, with all the gifts
And graces He bestows;

Faith, hope, and love, peace, joy`; a well
Of life, that ever flows.

5. Thy word, thy providences all,

Thy difcipline and rod,

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3. Bleft He, who comes to take away
The guilt and pow'r of fin.
Welcome to ev'ry heart to-day;.
"Tis thine, LORD, enter in.
Thou waft a fpotlefs victim made,
T' appease the wrath divine;
To purge our guilt thy blood was fhed;
Thus purchas'd, we are thine.

5. "O come, my foul, thy pow'rs awake, The wond'rous fcene review:

With grief, faith, hope, and love partake, And all thy bonds renew.

+ [6. But ah! how dull affections move!
How weak is ev'ry grace!

Dovotion's flat, languid my love;
How little skill'd in praife!

Things prefent, things to come, are mine, 7. Hafte, blessed day, when I shall shine,

Whilst I can fay, my God.

6. ORD, this I claim thro' thy rich grace;
Thy promife will stand good;
The covenant all this conveys,
Seal'd with my Saviour's blood.

7. Return unto thy reft, my foul,
Of bleffings here is store.
My FATHER'S will hath made me rich,
I ask, I need no more.

* @DXXVIII. Chrift our Sacrifice.

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With all my glories on; And in their Hallelujahs join,

Who wait about the throne.]

CDXXIX. Chrift's Blood shed for the Remif

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The stain of guilt and fin confefs'd, Each worshipper his off'ring brought, On the remainder then did feast.

2. The altar the atonement made;
The facred feaft that thence enfu'd,
A reconciled state proclaim'd,

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And covenant of peace renew'd.
Thus CHRIST, a victim on the cross,
Did for our crying fins atone!
And here we fit in peace with GOD,
Our guilt, our fears, remov'd and gone.

4. Thy blood was fhed ('tis thy own word) For the remiffion of our fin;

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