The dumb speak wonders! and the lame Leap like the hart, and bless his name!

2

Thus doth th' eternal spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son ;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

3

He dies! the heav'ns in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears to God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.

4

Hence and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart ;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

HYMN 80. P. M.

YE scarlet colour'd sinners come ;
Jesus the Lord, invites you home;
O whither can you go?

What! are your crimes of crimson hue ?
His promise is for ever true,

He'll wash you white as snow.

2

Backsliding souls fill'd with your ways,
Whose weeping nights and wretched days
In bitternesss are spent!
Return to Jesus, he'll reveal
His lovely face and sweetly heal

What you so much lament.

3

Tried souls! look up-he says 'tis I-
He loves you still, but means to try
If faith will bear the test;

The Lord has giv❜n the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood
O trust him for the rest!

4

Ye tender souls, draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favour'd few,
Who feel the debt you owe ;→→→
Press on, the Lord hath more to give ;
By faith upon him daily live,

And you shall find it so.

SONS of men, behold from far,
Hail the long expected star;
Jacob's star, that gilds the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right.

2

Fear not hence that there shall flow
Wars or pestilence below;

Wars are quell'd and tumults cease,
As appears the Prince of Peace.

3

Mild he shines on all beneath,

Piercing through the shades of death; Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light.

4

Nations all, far off and near,
Haste to see your God appear;
Haste, for him your hearts prepare,
Meet him manifested there.

5

There behold the day spring rise,
Pouring eye sight on your eyes ;
God in his own light survey,
Shining to the perfect day.

Síng, ye morning stars again ;
God descends on earth to reign !
Deigns for man his life t' employ,
Shout, ye sons of God, for joy.

HYMN 82. C. M.

HARK! 'tis the Saviour of mankind, Speaks to his chosen few ;

'Tis he who leads the wand'ring blind, In ways they could not know.

2

'Tis he who says, " Go forth, my friends, Proclaim my truth to all ;

Inform each soul my grace extends
As wide as Adam's fall.

3

Tell sinners of the deepest dye,
That they might life obtain,

I chose the cursed death to die,
And taste infernal pain !

4

What though my ransom'd may refuse,
The message to receive ;
And you, the messengers, abuse,
Yet still I came to save.

5

Yea, should the tempter still prevail,
To blind my people's eyes ;
In my great day I'll rend the veil
From all beneath the skies.

6

Then ev'ry eye shall see the grace,
You now in faith declare ;

And I myself, from ev'ry face,
Will wipe off ev'ry tear.”

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.

2

Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising pow'r ;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.

3

Sing till we feel our hearts Ascending with our tongues; Sing till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires our songs.

4

Sing on your heav'nly way, Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day, In Christ th' eternal king.

5

Soon shall ye hear him say,
"Ye blessed children come ;"
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.

HYMN 84. C. M.

SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,

How sweet thy gracious name!

With joy that errand we review,
On which thy mercy came.

2

While all thine own angelic bands
Stood waiting on the wing,

Charm'd with the honour to obey
Their great, eternal King.

3

For us-mean, wretched, sinful men-
Thou laid'st that glory by ;
First in our mortal flesh to serve,
Then in that flesh to die.

4

Bought with thy service and thy blood,
We doubly, Lord, are thine :
To thee our lives we would devote,
To thee our death resign.

HYMN 85. C. M.

JESUS, how glorious is thy grace !
How excellent thy name !
Unclouded heaven's in thy face,
Thou venerable Lamb.

2

Though thou wast rich in righteousness, Divinely pure within ;

Yet didst thou feel hell's deep distress, When made our curse and sin.

3

Though thou wast infinitely high
And rich, yet didst thou take
The deepest sha.ne and poverty,
And for the sinner's sake :

4

That, through thy poverty and loss,
We might be rich and bless'd;
And, by the labours of thy cross,
Might gain eternal rest.

5

Our dearest Lord, we bless thy grace, Thy wond'rous love admire ;