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New fongs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.

Stung by the fcorpion fin,
My poor expiring foul
The balmy found drinks in,

And is at once made whole;

Sce there, my Lord upon the tree!
I hear, I feel he dy'd for me.

O unexampled love!

O all-redeeming grace!

How swiftly didst thou move
To fave a fallen race:

What fhall I do to make it known,
What thou for all mankind haft done!

O for a trumpet-voice,

On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice
In him who dy'd for all!

For all, my Lord was crucify'd!
For all, for all my Saviour dy'd

To ferve thy bleffed will,
Thy dying love to praise,

Thy counfel to fulfil,

And minifter thy grace,

Freely what I receive to give,

The life of heav'n on earth I live.

HYMN CXLVIII.

ARIST, my foul, arife,

Shake off thy guilty fears,

The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;

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Before the throne, my furety stands ;
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead ;
His blood aton'd for all our race,
And fprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary:

They pour effectual pray'rs,

They ftrongly fpeak for me:
Forgive him, O forgive they cry
Nor let that ranfom'd finner die.

The Father hears him pray,
His dear anointed One;

He cannot turn away

The prefence of his Son:

His Spirit aníwers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconcil'd,

His pard'ning 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.

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HYMN CXLIX.

God I am thine, what a comfort di

vine; [mine! What a bleffing to know that my Jefus is In the heavenly Lamb, thrice happy I am: And my heart doth rejoice at the found of his

name.

2 True pleasures abound in th' rapturous found; And whoever hath found it, hath paradife found:

My Jefus to know, and feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below! 3 Yet onward I hafte to th' heavenly feaft; That, that is the fulness; but this is the taste; And this I fhall prove, till with joy! remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love.

HYMN CL. C. M.

HY ceafelefs, unexhaufted love,
Unmerited and free,

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Delights our evil to remove,

And help our misery.

2 Thou waiteft to be gracious ftill;
Thou doft with finners bear,

That fav'd, we may thy goodnefs feet,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodnefs and thy truth, to me,
To ev'ry foul abound;

A vaft unfathomable fea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd.

4 Its ftreams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the ftore;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore!

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,
A rock that cannot move;
A thoufand promifes declare
Thy conftancy of love!

Throughout the univerfe it reigns,
Unalterably fure;

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And while the truth of God remains,
His goodness must endure.

HYMN CLI.

EJOICE, the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore ;
Mortals, give thanks and fing,
And triumph evermore:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say rejoice.

2 Jefus, the Saviour, reigns,

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The God of truth and love,
When he had purg'd our ftains,
He took his feat above:

Lift up your hearts, &c.

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jefus giv'n;

Lift up your hearts, &c.

He fits at God's right hand,
Till all his foes submit ;
And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet;

Lift up your hearts, &c.

He all his foes fhall quell,
Shall all our fins destroy;
And ev'ry bofom fwell
With pure feraphic joy:
Lift up your hearts, &c.

Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jefus, the Judge, shall come;

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And take his fervants up

To their eternal home:

We foon fhall hear th' archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall found Rejoice!

TELL me no more of this world's vain
ftore,

The time for fuch trifles with me now is o'er;
A country I've found, where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground.
2 The fouls that believe, in paradife live,
And me in that number will Jefus receive :
My foul, don't delay-he calls thee away,
Rife, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day.

3 No mortal doth know what he can beftow, What light, ftrength, and comfort-go after him, go:

Lo! onward I move to a city above,

None gueffes how wond'rous my journey will

prove.

4 Great spoils I fhall win from death, hell and fin, 'Midft outward afflictions fhall feel Chrift within :

And when I'm to die, Receive me! I'll cry,
For Jefus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why:
5 But this I do find, we two are so join'd,
He'll not live in glory, and leave me behind:
So this is the race I'm running, through grace;
Henceforth-till admitted to fee my Lord's

face.

6 And now I'm in care,my neighbours may share These bleffings; to feek them will none of you dare?