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2 Thus does th' eternal Spirit own, And seal the mission of the Son ; The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross. o 3 He dies :--the heav'ns in mourning stood! o He rises—and appears a God! o Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
The Power of the Gospel.
1 Sent to the nations from above ; é Jehovah here resolves to shew
What his almighty grace can do. -2 This remedy did wisdom find,
To heal diseases of the mind ; o This sov’reign balm, whose virtues can
Restore the ruin'd creature, man. -3 The gospel bids the dead revive, Sinners obey the voice, and live ; Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh, And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 4 (Where Satan reign'd in shades of night, The gospel strikes a heav'nly light: Our lusts its wondrous pow'r controls, And calms the rage of angry souls. 5 Lions and beasts of savage name
Put on the nature of the lamb; e While the wide world esteems it strange, a Gaze, and admire, and hate the change.) -6 May but this grace my soul renew,
Let sinners gaze and hate me too ; o The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage. HYMN 139. L. M. Sicilian. Pleyel's. [*]
The Example of Christ. 1MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
IVI I read my duty in thy word, But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
I would transcribe and make them mine. p. 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
HYMN 140. C. M. Mear. [*]
The Examples of Christ and the Saints. 01 NYIVE me the wings of faith, to rise
W Within the vail; and see
How bright their glories be!
And wet their couch with tears :
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to his death.
(His zeal inspir'd their breast ;)
Possess'd the promis'd rest.
For his own pattern giv'n;
Shew the same path to heav'n.
Preaching, Baptism, and the Lord's Supper. 1 M Y Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince,
111 Reigns far above the skies ;
And helps my faith to rise.
They read and hear his word;
My touch and taste shall do the same,
When they receive the Lord. 3 Baptismal water is design'd
To seal his cleansing grace ;
He gives his saints a place.
Can make my flesh so clean, As, by his Spirit and his blood,
He'll wash my soul from sin.
So much my heart refresh,
And feeds upon his flesh.
To give his word a seal;
Exceeds the figures still.
Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. e 1 NTOT all the blood of beasts,
IV On Jewish altars slain,
Or wash away the stain.
Takes all our sins away;
And richer blood than they. p 3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin. - 4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there. U 5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
And sing his bleeding love.
Flesh and Spirit.
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate. p 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While sin and Satan reign: o Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.
Till perfect day arise ;
Until the weaker dies.
And vex and break my peace; o But I shall quit this mortal life,
And sin for ever cease.] HYMN 144. L. M. Old Hundred. (*)
Effusions of the Spirit : Success of the Gospel. 1 MYREAT was the day, the joy was great,
CT When the divine disciples met; Whilst on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.
And pow'r to give, and pow'r to save!
Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.
"Go-spread the mystry of his cross." -4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they areTo make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low! 5 Nations, the learned and the rude, Are by those heav'nly arms subdu'd: While Satan rages at his loss, And hates the doctrine of the cross. 6 Great King of grace, my heart subdue, I would be led in triumph tooA willing captive to my LordAnd sing the vict'ries of his word.
HYMN 145. C. M. Barby. [*]
Sight through a glass, and Face to Face. 1 (T LOVE the windows of thy grace,
1 Through which my Lord is seen;
And long to meet my Saviour's face, ' Without a glass between. e 2 Oh, that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to sight! -I should behold my Lord at home,
In a diviner light. o 3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days; -Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my pow'rs be praise.] HYMN 146. L. M. Babylon. Carthage. [b]
Vanity of Creatures : or, no Rest on Earth 1 M AN has a soul of vast desires,
II He burns within with restless fires;
HYMN 147. C. M. Barby. [*]
The Creation of the World. Gen. 1. 1 [“ N OW let a spacious world arise,”
I Said the Creator Lord : At once th' obedient earth and skies
Rose at his sov’reign word.
Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
Attends on his command.
The clouds ascend, and bear A wat’ry treasure to the sky,
And float on softer air. 4 The liquid element below,
Was gather'd by his band ;