2 On him the Spirit, largly pour'd,
Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

• The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield!

o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;

o And on the eye-balls of the blind, To pour celestial day.

e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bind— The bleeding soul to cure;

• And, with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.

e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ's Example.

A such let our conversation be;

ND is the gospel peace and love?

The serpent blended with the dove,—
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

30 how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

SELEUT.

2

STEELE.

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HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*]
Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii, 4.

HEN at this distance, Lord, we trace
The various glories of thy face,

What transport pours o'er all our breast,
And charms our cares and woes to rest!
2 With thee, in the obscurest cell,
On some bleak mountain would I dwell;
Rather than pompous courts behold,
And share their grandeur and their gold.
d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ!
o I see the King of glory shine ;-
e I feel his love, and call him mine.
-4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,
Cried, "Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell."
-5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;

That grand assembly would we join,
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how fair i o 'Tis good to dwell forever there :

-Come, death, dear envoy of our God,
And bear me to that blest abode.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*] Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42. P1 W The Son of God-dissolv'd in tears!HAT venerable sight appears!—

Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know,
Doth such a sacred torrent flow?-

What brother, or what friend of thine,
Is grac'd and mourn'd with drops divine?
-3 Nor brother, there, nor friend I see-
d But sons of pride and cruelty;

Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.

p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes
Thus stream o'er dying enemies?

And can thy tenderness forget

The sinner humbled at thy feet?

e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,That we have wrong'd such matchless love; e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,

And smile these trembling fears away.

-6 Give us to shine before thy face, Eternal trophies of thy grace;

o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 17. 78. St John's. [b]

Gethsemane: or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi, 36–45.

1

ANY woes had Christ endur'd,

M Many sore temptations met,

Patient and to pains inur'd ;

e But the sorest trial yet

a

Was to be sustain'd in thee,-
Gloomy-sad-Gethsemane !

e 2 Came at length the dreadful night!
d Vengeance, with its iron rod,

Stood, and with collected might,
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God:
p See, my soul, the Saviour see-
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
-This, through grace, can be believ'd!
e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceiv'd:
None can penetrate through thee-
a Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my God-
e All my sins against his laws-
All my sins against his blood-
All my sins against his cause :-
e Sins as boundless as the sea!
Hide me, O Gethsemane!

-5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;

Not a work that I can plead :
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane

o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heav'nly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We poor sinners, gracious Three;
Praise thee for Gethsemane.

HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b]

The Saviour's Death.

HART.

ROM whence these direful omens round,

•1 FROM hence and earth amaze!

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?
Why hides the sun his rays?

-2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathize:

The sun as darkest night be black

Their Maker JESUS-dies.

p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree His all atoning blood!

d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis heMy Saviour and my God.

p 4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me-this death is borne ;

My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed ev'ry thorn.

-5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

d

e O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain.

HYMN 19. L. M.

Carthage. Munich. [b*]

It is finished. John xix, 30.

1'IS finish'd :-so the Saviour cried;

'Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heav'n decreed, And all that ancient prophets said,

Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd,

In me,

the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finish'd:-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore; The sacred veil is rent in twain,

The Jewish rites no more remain.

died!

4 'Tis finish'd:-this my dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone;

• Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
-By this my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finish'd:-Heav'n is reconcil'd, And all the pow'rs of darkness spoil'd: o Peace, love. and happiness, again Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish'd:-let the joyful sound Be heard thro' all the nations round: s 'Tis finish'd:-let the echo fly,

Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky.

DR. STENNET.

HYMN 20. L. M.

Dresden [b*]

p 1

CHRIST'S Dying, Rising, and Reigning.
E dies!-the Friend of sinners dies!

weep around!

a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
d A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
p He shed a thousand drops for you—
A thousand drops of richer blood.

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree-
a The Lord of glory dies for men!
o But, lo! what sudden joys we see!
d Jesus the dead-revives again!

o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies!
g Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant death-in chains.
s 6 Say, "Live forever glorious King,

"Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
d Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting
"And where thy vict'ry boasting grave ?”