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2 Muft I be carry'd to the fkies,
On flow'ry beds of ease;

Whilft others fought to win the prize,
And fail'd thro' bloody feas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Muft I not ftem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God? -

4 Sure, I muft fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

3 Thy faints in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, tho' they die;
They fee the triumph from afar,
And feize it with their eye.

6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife,
And all thy armies shine
In robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,
The glory fhall be thine.

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HYMN CCVIII. C, M.

THEN I can read my title clear
To manfions in the kies,

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I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes:

2 Should earth against my foul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
Then I can fmile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
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3 Let cares Hikea wild deluge come,
Let forms of forrow fall;
So I but fafely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, ny all:

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There I fhall bathe my weary foul,

In feas of heav'nly reft,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Acrofs my peaceful breast.

DIVINE GOODNESS IN REDEMPTION.

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HYMN CCIX. C. M.

EHOLD the Saviour of mankind

BNail'd to the fhameful tree

How vaft the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's ftrong pillars-bend!
The temple's vail in funder breaks,
The folid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ranfom's paid,
"Receive my foul!" he cries;

See, where he hows his facred head!
He bows his head, and dies!

4 But foon he'll break death's envious chain, And in full glory fhine;

O Lamb of God! was ever pain,
Was ever love like thine!

HYMN CCX.

Love divine! what haft thou done!
Jefus my Lord hath dy'd for me!

The Father's co-eternal Son,

Bore all my fins upon the tree :

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Th' atoning Lamb for me hath dy'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come fee, ye worms, your Saviour die,
And fay was ever grief like his!
Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd;
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd:

3 Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jefu's blood:
Pardon for all flows from his fide:
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

4 Then let us fit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream:
All things for him account but lofs,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak befide,
My Lord, my Love, is crucify'd.

HYMN CCXI. L. M.

I F him who did falvation bring,
I could for ever think and fing;

Arife, ye guilty, he'll forgive;
Arife, ye needy, he'll relieve.

2 Afk but his grace, and lo, 'tis giv'n;
Afk, and he turns your hell to heav'n;
Tho' fin and forrow wound my foul,
Jefus, thy balm will make it whole.

3 To fhame our fins he blush'd in blood,
He clus'd his eyes to fhew us God:

Let all the world fall down and know,
That none but God fuch love can show.

'Tis thee I love, for thee alone

1 fhed my tears and make my moan;
Where'er I am, where'er I move,
I meet the object of my love.

5 Infatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;

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Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah! who that loves, can love enough?

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HYMN CCXII.

LL ye that pafs by, to Jefus draw nigh;
To you is it nothing that Jefus fhould
die?

Your ranfom and peace, your furety he is,
Come fee if there ever was forrow like his.

2 For what you have done, his blood muft

atone;

[Son: The Father hath punifh'd, for you, his dear The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay Your fins on the Lamb, and he bore them

away.

3 He aufwer'd for all, O come at his call,
And low, at his cross, with aftonishment fall.
But lift up your eyes, at Jefus's cries,
Impaffive he fuffers, immortal he dies,

4 He dies to atone for fins not his own,
Your debt he hath paid, and your work he
hath done :

Ye all may receive the peace he did leave. Who made interceffion, " My Father, for. give!"

5 For you and for me he pray'd on the tree; His prayer is accepted, the finner is free. The finner am I-on Chrift I rely,

And come for the pardon, God cannot deny. 6 My pardon I claim; a finner I am, A finner believing in Jesus's name.

He purchas'd the grace, which now I em

brace:

[place! O Father, thou know'ft he hath dy'd in my 7 His death is my plea, my advocate fee, And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me.

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Acquitted I was, when he bled on the crofs : By lofing his life he hath carry'd my cause.

HYMN CCXIII. L. M.

E dies, the Friend of finners dies!

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Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A folemn darkness veils the skies!

A fudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load:
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what fudden joys we fee;
Jefus, the dead, revives again!
The rifing God forfakes the tomb:
(In vain the tomb forbids his rife)
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And fhout him welcome to the skies.

3 Break of your tears, ye faints, and tell, How high your great deliv'rer reigns;

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