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Sing how he spoil'd the hofts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains!
Say," Live for ever, wond'rous King!
"Born to redeem, and itrong to fave!"
Then ask the monster- Where's thy fting?
"And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

HYMN CCXIV. C. M.

PLUN

LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched finners lay,

Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or fpark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief:

He faw and (0 amazing love!)

He ran to our relief.

Down from the fhining seats above
With joyful hafte he fled;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 O! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting filence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels affift our mighty joys,

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Strike all your harps of gold:
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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GOD of all grace, thy goodness we
praise;

Thy Son thou haft given to die in our place!
With joy we approve thy wonderful love :
A wonder on earth, and a wonder above.

2 Tongue cannot explain the love of God-man, Which th' angels defire to look into in vain : It dazzles our eyes, thought cannot arife, To find out a caufe why the Son of God dies. 3 By pity inclin'd he dy'd for mankind:

The ground of his pity what feraph can find! He came from above our curfe to remove : He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love.

Love mov'd him to die, on this we rely, He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell why;

But this we can tell, he lov'd us fo well, As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell. 5 He hath ranfom'd our race; O how fhall we praife,

Or worthily fing thy unfpeakable grace! We'll nothing else know, in our journey below,

But finging thy praife to thy paradife go.

6 And when we remove to th' mansions above Our heaven shall still be to fing of thy love: When time is no more, we ftill fhall adore The ocean of love without bottom or fhore. 7 Ere long we shall fly to th' regions on high, For Ifrael's Strength cannot vary or lie; He foon fhall appear, he more than draws

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near:

Our Jefus is come, and eternity's here!
HYMN CCXVI. C. M.

Good-Friday.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would he devote that facred head,
For fuch a worm as I?

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2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the fun in darkness hide,
And thut his glories in ;

When Chrift, the mighty Saviour, dy'd
For man the creature's fin!

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear crofs appears :
Diffolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away:
"Tis all that I can do.

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HYMN. CCXVII.

heavens rejoice in Jefus's grace,

Let earth make a noise and echo his praise;

Our all-loving Saviour hath pacify'd God, And paid for his favour the price of his blood.

2 Ye mountains and vales in praises abound, Ye hills and ye dales, continue the found: Break forth into finging ye trees of the wood, For Jefus is bringing loft finners to God.

3 Atonement he made for every one,

The debt he hath paid, the work he hath done;

Shout all the creation, below and above,
Afcribing falvation to Jefus's love.

His mercy hath brought falvation to all, Who take it unbought, he frees them from thrall; Throughout the believer, his glory difplays And perfects for ever, the veffels of grace.

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CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP

AND SOCIETY-MEETING.

HYMN CCXVIII. S. M.

ND are we yet alive?

And fee each other's facé?
Glory and praise to Jefus give,-
For his redeeming grace!
Preferv'd by pow'r divine,
To feel falvation here,
Again in Jefu's praife we join,
And in his fight appear.

2 What troubles have we feen!
What conflicts have we paft!
Fightings without and fears within,
Since we affembled laft;

But out of all the Lord

Hath brought us by his love;
And still he doth his help afford,
And hide our life above.

3 Then let us make our boast
Of his redeeming pow'r,
Which faves us to the uttermoft,
Till we fhall fin no more:
Let us make up the crofs,
Till we the crown obtain,

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And gladly reckon all things lofs,
So we but Jefus gain.

HYMN CCXIX.

OME away to the fkies!
My beloved, arife,

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And rejoice in the day thou waft born: On this feftival day,

Come exulting away,

And with finging to Sion return!

2 We have laid up our love
And our treasure above,
Tho' our bodies continue below;
The redeem'd of the Lord,
We remember his word,

And with finging to paradise go.

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Now with finging we praise
The original grace,

By our heavenly Father beftow'd;

We our being receive

From his bounty, and live

To the honour and glory of God.

4 For thy glory we were
Firft created, to fhare

Both the nature and kingdom divine!
Now created again,

That our fouls may remain

Throughout time and eternity thine.

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We with thanks do approve

The defign of thy love,

Which hath join'd us in Jefus's name;

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