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HYMN 103. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Not ashamed of the Gospel.

2 Tim. i, 12. I'M not asham'd to own my Lord, I'Nor to defend his cause;

Maintain the honour of his word,

The glory of his cross.

e 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,-
His name is all my trust:

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

g 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure,

What I've committed to his hands,

'Till the decisive hour.

o 4 Then will he own my worthless name,
Before his Father's face;
And in the New Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

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HYMN 104. C. M.

York. [*]

State of Nature and Grace. 1 Cor. vi, 10, 11.
OT the malicious, nor profane,

'N The wanton, nor the proud,

Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain
The kingdom of our God.

b 2 Surprising grace! and such were we,
By nature and by sin!

Heirs of immortal misery,

Unholy and unclean.

o 3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood,
We're pardon'd through his name;
And the good Spirit of our God
Has sanctified our frame.

4 0 for a persevering pow'r,
To keep thy just commands!

We would defile our hearts no more,
No more pollute our hands.

HYMN 105. C. M.

Zion. [*]

Heaven. 1 Cor. ii, 9, 10. Rev. xxi, 27.

1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,

Nor sense nor reason known,

What joys the Father has prepar'd,

For those who love the Son.

o 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come :
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.

b 3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame ;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.

o 5 He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
e The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.

HYMN 106. S. M. Aylesbury. [b]

Dead to Sin, by the Cross of Christ.

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Rom. vi, 1-6.

HALL we go on to sin,
Because free grace abounds?

Or crucify the Lord again,

And open all his wounds?

2 Forbid it, mighty God! Nor let it e'er be said, That we whose sins are crucify'd Should raise them from the dead. • 3 We will be slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free; Has nail'd our tyrants to the cross, And bought our liberty.

HYMN 107. L. M. Armley. [b*]

Fall and Recovery of Man. Gen. iii, 1, 15, 17. Gal. iv, 4. Col. ii, 15.

1 DECE

ECEIV'D by subtle snares of hell,
Adam our head, our father fell!

When Satan in the serpent hid,

Propos'd the fruit that God forbid.

e 2 Death was the threat'ning; death began
To take possession of the man;

His unborn race receiv'd the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.

-3 But Satan found a worse reward: Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord, 0 "Let everlasting hatred be

"Betwixt the woman's Seed and thee. 4 "The woman's seed shall be my Son, "He shall destroy what thou hast done : "Shall break thy head, and only feel "Thy malice raging at his heel.” -5 He spake-and bade four thousand years Roll on; at length his Son appears: s Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth. p 6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; -But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, o He gave their prince a fatal blow, u And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below.

HYMN 108. S. M. Dover. [*] Christ unseen, yet beloved. 1 Pet. i, 8. 1 OT with our mortal eyes

1 NOT

Have we beheld the Lord;
Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.

2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face;
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

3 And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow,
Unspeakable, like those above,

And heav'n begins below.

HYMN 109. L. M. Portugal. Armley. [*]
The Value of Christ and his Righteousness. Phil. iii, 7, 8,9.
1 N of all the duties I have done;
more, my God,—I boast no more,

I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain, I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake;

O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!
4 The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

HYMN 110. C. M. St. Paul's. Canterbury. [*¡ Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v, 1, 5, 8. 0 1 HERE is a house, not made with hands, Eternal, and on high; e And here my spirit waiting stands,

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'Till God shall bid it fly.

e 2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
s Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.
-3 'Tis He by his almighty grace,
Who forms thee fit for heav'n;
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv'n.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;

e But while the body is our home, We're absent from the Lord.

---5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see;

o We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

HYMN 111. C. M. Reading. [*]
Salvation by Grace. Titus iii, 3, 7.

• 1 (LORD, we confess our numerous faults,
How great our guilt has been!

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

o 2 But, O my soul, for ever praise,

For ever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.)

-3 'Tis not by works of righteousness, Which our own hands have done; o But we are sav'd by sov'reign grace Abounding through his Son.

-4 'Tis from the mercy of our God,

That all our hopes begin;

'Tis by the water and the blood,

Our souls are wash'd from sin.

p 5 'Tis through the purchase of His death,
Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is sent down to breathe,
On such dry bones as we.

o 6 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew:
And, justify'd by grace,

s We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face.

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HYMN 112. C. M. Bedford. [*]
The Brazen Serpent. 2 John ver. 14-16.
O did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high;

The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.

d 2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
"And live!" the prophet cries!
e But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.

-3 High on the cross the Saviour hung!
High in the heav'ns he reigns!
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.

g 4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives ;

The Jews behold the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.

HYMN 113. C. M. Wareham. [*]
Abraham's Blessing on the Gentiles.

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Rom. xv, 8. Mark x, 14.

Gen. xvii, 7.

1H To Abra'am and his seed;
"OW large the promise-how divine-

d"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
"Supplying all their need."

-2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;
The Angel of the cov'nant proves,
And seals the blessing sure.