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p4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

-5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, -
o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

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HYMN 35. C. M.

Mear. [*]

Praise for Creation and Redemption.
ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never know thy grace;

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• But our loud song shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.

• 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne;
u All glory to the united THREE,
The undivided ONE.

-3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name)
Who form'd us by a word;
'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame:
Salvation to the Lord!

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s 4 Hosanna! - let the earth and skies

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Repeat the joyful sound;

Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, In one eternal round.

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HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*]

Christ's Intercession.

WELL, the Redeemer's gone,

T' appear before our God;

To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne,
With his atoning blood.

2 No fiery vengeance now,
No burning wrath comes down;

If justice calls for sinner's blood,
The Saviour shews his own.

3 Before his Father's eye
Our humble suit he moves;
e The Father lays his thunder by,

And looks, and smiles, and loves.

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4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honours sing; Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, And bears them to the King. 5 [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high: Hosanna to the God of grace, That lays his thunder by.] 0 6 On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above : e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains, To speak immortal love! e 7 [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing! -Sweet Saviour, tune our songs anew, And they shall please the King.]

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HYMN 37. C. M.

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The same.

Sunday. [*]

IFT up your eyes to th' heav'nly seat,

Where your Redeemer stays:

Kind Intercessor, there he sits,

And loves, and pleads, and prays.

2 'Twas well, my soul, he dy'd for thee.
And shed his vital blood,-

Appeas'd stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

3 Petitions now and praise may rise,
And saints their off'rings bring.
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

4 (Let papists trust what names they please;
Their saints and angels boast,
We've no such advocates as these,
Nor pray to th' heav'nly host.)
5 Jesus alone shall bear my cries,
Up to his Father's throne:
He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens ev'ry groan.

6 Ten thousand praises to the King;
Hosanna in the high'st:
Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.]

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HYMN 38. C. M.

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Love to God.

APPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest.

e 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

• 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move;

e The devils know, and tremble too,-
But Satan cannot love.

o 4 This is the grace that lives, and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.
5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,
The wings of love bear us away,
To see our smiling God.

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HYMN 39. C. M Canterbury. [b]
The Shortness and Misery of Life.
UR days, alas! our mortal days
Are short, and wretched too:

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Evil and few, the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.]
e 2 'Tis but at best a narrow bound,
That heav'n allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round
Of three score years and ten.
o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on my days in haste;
Moments of sin, and months of wo,
Ye cannot fly too fast.

-4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,-
• Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

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HYMN 40. C. M. Abridge. [*]
Comfort in the Covenant with Christ.
UR God, how firm his promise stands,

OUR how

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands,
His glory and his grace.

e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?

-Thy God is faithful to his saints

Is faithful to his Son:

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heav'n possess'd:

o 1 praise his Name for grace receiv'd,
And trust him for the rest

HYMN 41. L. M. Castle-Street. [*]
A sight of God mortifies us to the World.

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1 [TTP to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,-
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this world of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.]
3 O might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be?
How despicable to my eyes?

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
Vanish, as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave ;
I should perceive the noise no more,
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face;
And all my pow'rs shall bow and sing,
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.

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HYMN 42. C. M. Tunbridge. [b]
Delight in God.

MY God

Y God, what endless pleasures dwell at thy right hand!

Thy courts below, how amiable,

Where all thy graces stand!

o 2 The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note:

The lark mounts upward tow'rd the skies,
And tunes her warb'ling throat.

3 And we, when in thy presence, Lord,

We shout with cheerful tongues:
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.
4 While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace,
We sing, and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.
5 Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state :

Wand'ring she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate.

6 Just so our tho'ts from thing to thing,
In restless circles rove;

Just so we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

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HYMN 43. L. M. Sheffield. Leeds.
Christ's Sufferings and Glory.
TOW for a tune of lofty praise,
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
o Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays,
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light,
And the bright robes he wore above
u How swift and joyful was the flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

e 3 (Down to this base, this sinful earth,
He came to raise our nature high;
p He came t' atone almighty wrath :-
Jesus the God was born to die.)
e 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around,
His precious blood the monsters spilt;
While weighty sorrows prest him down
Large as the loads of all our guilt.]

a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th' almighty captive Pris'ner lay;
o Th' almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

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