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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.
-4 Hence and for ever from my heart

I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
HYMN 138. L. M. Blendon. Leeds. [*]

The Power of the Gospel.
1 MTHIS is the word of truth and love,

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,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will
Such love, and meekness so divine-

I would transcribe and make them mine. p. 3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air,

Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,

Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.
- 4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here !
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name,
Amongst the foll'wers of the Lamb.

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
The saints above, how great their joys;

How bright their glories be!
p 2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears :
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
-3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came ;

They, with united breath,
o Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb

Their triumph to his death.
4 They mark'd the footsteps he had trod,

(His zeal inspir'd their breast ;)
And, following their incarnate God,

Possess'd the promis'd rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,

For his own pattern giv'n;
While the long cloud of witnesses

Shew the same path to heav'n.
HYMN 141. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]

Preaching, Baptism, and the Lord's Supper. 1 M Y Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince,

111 Reigns far above the skies ;
But brings his graces down to sense,

And helps my faith to rise.
2 My eyes and ears shall bless his name ;

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 ;
While, at his feast of bread and wine,

He gives his saints a place.
4 But not the waters of a flood

Can make my flesh so clean, As, by his Spirit and his blood,

He'll wash my soul from sin.
5 Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines,

So much my heart refresh,
As when my faith goes thro’ the signs,

And feeds upon his flesh.
6 I love the Lord, who stoops so low,

To give his word a seal;
But the rich grace his hands bestow,

Exceeds the figures still.
HYMN 142. S. M. Peckham. fb

Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. e 1 NTOT all the blood of beasts,

IV On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.
O 2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,

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;
o We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his bleeding love.
HYMN 143. C. M. Armley. [b *]

Flesh and Spirit.
THAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and sin
Attend our mortal state?

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.
-3 So darkness struggles with the light,

Till perfect day arise ;
Water and fire maintain the fight,

Until the weaker dies.
4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,

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.
e 2 What gifts, what miracles he gave !

And pow'r to give, and pow'r to save!
Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words,

Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.
--3 Thus arm’d, he sent the champions forth,
o From east to west, from south to north;
d “Go-and assert your Saviour's cause ;

"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;
Tost to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind :
We try new pleasures; but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns; .
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain.
4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refin'd.

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.
2 (Dark was the deep: the waters lay

Confus'd, and drown'd the land;
He call’d the light; the new born day

Attends on his command.
3 He bids the clouds ascend on high ;

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 ;

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