X. HYMN. - c. M.

1 THE glories of my Maker, God,
My joyful soul shall sing,
And call the nations to adore
Their Father and their King.

2 'Twas his own hand that shaped our clay,
And wrought this human frame,
But from his own immediate breath,
Our nobler spirits came.

3 We bring our mortal powers to God,
And worship with our tongues,
We claim some kindred with the skies,
And join the angels' songs.

4 Ye planets to his honour shine,
And wheels of nature roll,
Praise him in your unwearied course,
Around the steady pole.

XI. HYMN.-L. M.

1 HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies;

A sudden trembling shakes the ground!

Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
On the dear bosom of your God,
He shed a thousand drops for you;
A thousand drops of richer blood.

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of glory dies for man !
But lo! what sudden joys I see!
Jesus, the dead, revives again.
The rising Saviour leaves the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him "Welcome to the skies!"

3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high your great Deliverer reigns; Sing,-how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And laid the monster death in chains. Say," Live for ever, wond'rous King! Born to redeem; and strong to save!" Then ask the monster "Where's thy sting?" And, "Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?"

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XII. HYMN.—6 lines, 6's. & 2 lines 8's.

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of jubilee is come,
Return ye ransomed sinners home.

2 Jesus our great high priest, Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits rest,

Ye mournful souls be glad.

The year, &c.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world proclaim.
The year, &c.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive;

And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live.

The

year, &c.

5 Ye who have sold for nought,

Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love!

The year, &c.

6 The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace,
And, sav'd from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face;

The year of jubilee is come,
Return ye ransomed sinners home.

XIII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 INFINITE, unexhausted love!
Jesus and love are one;
If still to me thy bowels move,
They are restrain'd to none.

2 What shall I do my God to love!
My loving God to praise ! (prove,
The length and breadth, and height to
And depth of sov❜reign grace?

3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends,
Immense and unconfin'd;

From age to age it never ends,
It reaches all mankind.

4 Thro'out the world its breadth is known; Wide as infinity!

So wide, it never pass'd by one,

Or it had pass'd by me.

5 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But far above the skies,

Thro' Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see thy mercies rise.

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6 The strength of all-redeeming love,
What angel tongue can tell?
As high as heaven its wonders
Its prowess deep as hell.

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7 Come quickly, gracious Lord and take Possession of thine own,

My longing heart vouchsafe to make
Thine everlasting throne.

8 Assert thy claim, maintain thy right,
Come quickly from above,
And sink me to perfection's height,
The depth of humble love.

XIV. HYMN.-8 lines, 7's.

1 HARK! the herald angels sing, Glory to their new-born King; "Peace on earth, and mercy mild; "God and sinners reconcil'd." Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies. With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem."

2 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord;