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"Dress him in garments white and clean, "With rings adorn his hand.

"A day of feasting I ordain ;

"Let mirth and joy abound; "My fon was dead, and lives again, "Was loft, and now is found."

HYMN CXXIV.

The first and fecond Adam.

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Long Metre.
Rom. v. 12, &c.

EEP in the dust, before thy throne,
Our guilt and our disgrace we own:
Great God! we own th' unhappy name,
Whence sprung our nature and our shame.
2 Adam the finner : At his fall,
Death, like a conqu'ror, seiz'd us all;
A thousand new-born babes are dead,
By fatal union to their head.

3 But whilft our spirits, fill'd with awe,
Behold the terrors of thy law,
We fing the honours of thy grace,
That fent to fave our ruin'd race.

4 We fing thine everlasting Son,
Who join'd our nature to his own;
Adam the fecond, from the dust,
Raises the ruins of the first.

5 [By the rebellion of one man,
Through all his feed the mischief ran;
And by one man's obedience now,
Are all his feed made righteous too.

6 Where fin did reign and death abound,
There have the fons of Adam found
Abounding life; there glorious grace
Reigns thro' the Lord our righteousness.]

HYMN CXXV. Common Metre. Chrift's Compassion to the Weak and Tempted. Heb. iv. 15, 16. and v. 7. Matt. xii. 20.

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ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what fore temptations mean,
For he has felt the fame.

3 But spotless, innocent and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While fatan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.

5 [He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame :
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor fcorns the meanest name.]
6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his pow'r;
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distreffing hour.

HYMN CXXVI. Long Metre.

Charity and Uncharitableness. Rom. xiv. 17, 19.

1 Cor. x. 32.

NOT diff'rent food, nor diff'rent dress,
Compose the kingdom of our Lord,

But peace and joy, and righteousness,
Faith, and obedience to his word.

2 When weaker Christians we despise,
We do the gospel mighty wrong;
For God, the gracious and the wife,
Receives the feeble with the strong.

3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence,
Meekness and love our fouls purfue;
Nor shall our practice give offence
To faints, the Gentile, or the Jew.

HYMN CXXVII.

Long Metre.

Christ's Invitation to Sinners; or, Humility and Pride. Matth. xi. 28-30.

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OME hither, all ye weary fouls, "Ye heavy laden finners, come : "I'll give you rest from all your toils, "And raise you to my heav'nly home. 2 "They shall find rest that learn of me; "I'm of a meek and lowly mind; "But paffion rages like the fea, "And pride is restlese as the wind.

3 "Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take "My yoke, and bear it with delight; "My yoke is easy to his neck,

"My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will,

HYMN CXXVIII. Long Metre. The Apostles' Commission; or, the Gospel attested by Miracles, Mark xvi. 15, &c. Matt. xxviii. 18, &c.

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O, preach my gospel," faith the Lord; "Bid the whole earth my grace receive: " He shall be sav'd that trusts my word; "He shall be damn'd that won't believe.

" [I'll make your great commiffion known,
"And ye shall prove my Gospel true,
"By all the works that I have done,
"By all the wonders ye shall do.

"Go heal the fick, go raise the dead,
"Go cast out devils in my name ;
"Nor let my prophets be afraid,

"Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blafpheme.]

"Teach all the nations my commands;
"I'm with you till the world shall end;
"All pow'r is trusted in my Hands;
"I can destroy, and can defend."

5 He spake, and light shone round his head;
On a bright cloud to heav'n he rode :
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their afcending God.

HYMN CXXIX. Long Metre.

Submission and Deliverance; or, Abraham offering his Son. Gen. xxii. 6, &c.

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AINTS, at your heav'nly Father's word,
Give up your comforts to the Lord;
He shall restore what you refign,
Or grant you blessings more divine.

2 So Abra'm, with obedient hand,
Led forth his fon at God's command;

The wood, the fire, the knife, he took, His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. 3 "Abra'm, forbear," the angel cry'd; "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd; "Thy son shall live, and in thy feed "Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed."

4 Just in the last distressing hour,
The Lord displays deliv'ring pow'r ;
The mount of danger is the place
Where we shall fee surprising grace.

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HYMN CXXX. Long Metre. Love and Hatred. Phil. ii. 2. Eph. iv. 30, &c. OW by the bowels of my God, His sharp distress, his fore complaints,

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By his last groans, his dying blood, 1 charge my foul to love the faints. 2 Clamour, and wrath, and war, be gone, Envy and spite for ever cease; Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the faints, the fons of peace. 3 The spirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flies from the realms of noise and strife; Why should we vex and grieve his love, Who feals our fouls to heav'nly life !

4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts; Through all our lives let mercy run : So God forgives our num'rous faults, For the dear fake of Christ his fon.

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HYMN CXXXI. Long Metre. The Pharifee and Publican. Luke xviii. 10, &c.

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EHOLD, how finners disagree,
The Publican and Pharifee