HYMN 48. S. M.

THE Lord on high proclaims His Godhead from his throne ; "Mercy and justice are the names By which I will be known.

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Ye dying souls, that sit

In darkness and distress,
Look from the borders of the pit
To my recov❜ring grace."

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Sinners shall hear the sound; Their thankful tongues shall own Our righteousness and strength is found In thee, O Lord, alone.

In thee shall Israel trust,
And see their guilt forgiv'n;
. God will pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heav'n.

HYMN 49. S. M.

O CHRIST! O love divine !

How wonderful art thou!

What heav'nly beauties in thee shine!
What mercies from thee flow!

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Lo! thou art all we need,
To make us truly bless'd;

Thy worshippers are all agreed,
Thou art the sinner's rest.

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When blows the stormy wind,
rage of man or hell,

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A hiding place in thee we find,
Shelter'd in peace we dwell.
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When Satan, sin and law,
Do fiercely all unite,
Most fearfully on us to draw
A dark, tempestuous night;

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When thunders roar aloud
Through the distemper'd sky :
Like lightnings from the sulph'rous cloud,
When dreadful curses fly :

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Despairing, guilty fears,

In fiery tempest roll,

And when the second death appears
To fright the trembling soul:

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By faith in thee made boid,

We smile when tempests fall; Thou art the man promis'd of old, To cover us from all.

HYMN 50. C. M.

JESUS, thou Sun of Righteousness,
All glorious and divine

Thy people with thy presence bless;
In their assemblies shine.

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Thy healing beams alone can cheer
Hearts pain'd with inward grief;
The soul oppress'd with guilt and fear
In thee finds sweet relief.

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If thou thy righteousness display
And make thy merits known,

Sinners shall learn thy wond'rous grace, And saints thy goodness own.

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Our tongues shall thy redeeming love With sacred rapture tell;

And loud resound Immanuel's praise, Who saves from death and hell.

HYMN 51. C. M.

PART FIRST.

WHEN all the virtues of the wood
Impartially we trace;

The apple tree, as rare and good,
First claims the highest place :

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Beauteous, and rare, it stands admir'd Amongst a thousand trees;

Its fragrance, fruit, and shade desir'd, To quicken, feed and please.

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Just so, excelling heav'n and earth,
Is my Beloved seen
Amongst the sons of royal birth,
The sons of God or men :

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Above them all he stands alone,
Pre-eminent and rare ;

The Father's first begotten Son,
None may with him compare.

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He, as the man of God's right hand,
Is all perfection seen;

Whilst angels charg'd with folly stand,
And heaven's declar'd unclean.

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When blasted ev'ry tree beside,
Still he affords a shade ;

A safe asylum for his bride,
Which love eternal made.

PART SECOND.

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His fragrant name our hearts shall cheer,
As ointments poured forth;
More than the names which angels bear,
Or men of highest worth.

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Unsav'ry all the sons we prove,

Their worth no more can see ; The fragrance of eternal love

Cumes forth, dear Lamb, from thee.

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Thy fruits, thy wisdom, love, and pow'r, Are perfect evermore;

Whilst all beside are green and sour,

Or rotten at the core.

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Live thou, of all the sons admir'd,
The only just and good;
As stands the apple tree desir'd,
In the unfruitful wood.

HYMN 52. P.M.

WHEN elements and time will fade, (What wisest architects have made) Mould'ring to whence it came;

God's building ever shall endure,
In all things order'd well and sure,
Christ always is the same.

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When we the inside work survey,
What grandeur does the whole display "
How glorious ev'ry part!

Earth's beauties all are far too mean,
To point out what's in Jesus seen,
When he attracts the heart.

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Foundation, Christ, and head stone too,
The Alpha and Omega thou,

Of this the house of God:
A lively stone, on thee I'm built ;
And wash'd from all my dreadful guilt,
In thine atoning blood.

HYMN 53. P. M.

WONDERFUL thy name we call,

And wonderful thou art !

We in spirit, prostrate fall,

And hail thy wounded heart! Thou hast us redeem'd to God,

From ev'ry nation, kindred, tongue; Thou hast wash'd us in thy blood,

And taught us the new song.

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Jesus only is the Lord,

He only holy is;

Jesus is by us ador'd,

He is our perfect bliss ;

We in him, and he in us,

Thro' all his wounds, and death, and blood,

In one body on the cross

Were perfected to God.

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Thou, O Christ, in Zion prais'd,

Whom we our Saviour call,