The FATHẾR hears him pray,

His dear Anointed One!
He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son: .
His SPIRIT answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
My God is reconciled,

His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father! cry. ,

Hymn 40. 8's & 78. TITAIL! thou once despised JESUS !

| Hail, thou everlasting King ! Thou did'st suffer to redeem us ;

Thou did'st free salvation bring. Hail! thou agonizing SAVIOUR,

Bearer of our sin and shame! By thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins on thee were laid :

By a mighty Love annointed,

Thou hast full atonement made.
All thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory,

There for ever to abide !
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,

Seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading,

There thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear. 4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing

Thou art worthy to receive ;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits !

Bring your brightest, noblest lays; Help to sing our Saviour's merits

Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

Hymn 41. S. M.
WAKE, and sing the song

- Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake every heart and every tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name.
Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r;

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Sing how he intercedes above,

For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing on your heav'nly way,

Ye ransom'd sinners sing; i
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day

In Christ th' eternal King. 4. Soon will ye hear him say,

“Ye blessed children come;" Soon will he call you hence away,

To take his wanderers home. com

Hymn 42. L. M.
D EFORE Jehovah's awful Throne;

Ye nations bow with sacred joy
Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create and he destroy.
2 His Sov'reign power without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'dy,

He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker to thy name!