HYMN

XLIV.

CHRIST'S Interceffion.

WE

ELL! the Redeemer's gone
T' appear before our God,

To fprinkle o'er the flaming Throne
With his atoning Blood.

No fiery Vengeance now,

No burning Wrath comes down; If Juftice calls for Sinners Blood, The Saviour fhews his own.

Before his Father's Eye,

Our humble Suit he moves ;
The Father lays his Thunder by,
And looks, and finiles, and loves.

Now may our joyful Tongues
Our Maker's Honours fing:
Jefus the Prieft receives our Songs,
And bears 'em to the King.

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HYMN XLV.
The Same.

IFT up your Eyes to th' heav'nly Seats
Where your Redeemer ftays;

Kind Interceffor, there he fits,

And loves, and pleads, and prays.

'Twas well, my Soul, he dy'd for thee,
And fhed his vital Blood:
Appeas'd ftern Juftice on the Tree,
And then arofe to God.

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Petitions now, and Praife may rife,
And Saints their Off'rings bring;
The Prieft with his own Sacrifice
Prefents them to the King.

Ten thousand Praifes to the King,
Hofanna in the high'ft!

Ten thousand Thanks our Spirits bring
To God, and to his Chrift.

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HYMN XLVI.

Praifing CHRIST.

WAKE, and fing the Song Of Mofes, and the Lamb; Wake ev'ry Heart, and ev'ry Tongue, To praife the Saviour's Name.

Sing of his dying Love, Sing of his rifing Power, Sing how he interceeds above

For those whofe Sins he bore.

Sing 'till we feel our Hearts Afcending with our Tongues, Sing 'till the Love of Sin departs, And Grace infpires our Songs.

Sing 'till we hear Chrift fay, "Your Sins are all forgiv'n.' Sing op rejoicing ev'ry Day, 'Till we all meet in Heav'n.

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NOME, my Brethren, Irel's Race,
And hear me bless my King;

Hear me my Beloved praite,

My Jefus do I fing:

Neither hear my Song alone,

But help, O help me, to proclai
Jefus, our Creator's Son;
Jefus! that lovely Name..

Others fing their Time away,
Who Jefus never knew:
Ought not we to pass our Day

In Joy and Singing too!
Others have they Caufe to blefs?

The Children of the King have more ::
They have Chrift, their Righteoufnefs!
Their Glory, Peace and Pow'r.

Bow thy Throne, thou Son of God! ·
And with a living Coal
From the Altar, ftain'd with Blood,
Infpire each drowsy Soul.

Slaughter'd Lamb, who, who can fhew,,
Or fully who can fing thy Praife ?
Lord, we fail in Hymns below,
Teach! teach us heav'nly Lays.

HYMN XLVIII..

CHRIST Worshipped by all his Creatures. NOME, let us join our chearful Songs. With Angels round the Throne :

Ten thousand thoufands are their Tongues,
But all their Joys are one.

Worthy the Lamb that dy'd, they cry,
To be exalted thus ;

Worthy the Lamb, our Lips reply,
For he was flain for us!

Jefus is worthy to receive
Honour and Pow'r divine ;
And Bleffings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

The whole Creation join in one,
To blefs the facred Name
Of Him that fits upon the Throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

SUR

HYMN XLIX.

The Same.

URE thy Name is Wonderful
Counsellor, the mighty God,
Whom the heav'nly Hofts adore,
Praife we thro' the Earth abroad.

Thou the Godhead bearing down,
To the Sight of nortal Man,
Flesh in Form, and God in Pow'r,
Suited art to all thy Plan.

Center'd in thy lovely Face,
Judgment, Mercy, both appear,
All the Father's Honour meet,
All his Glory triumphs here.

Wonderfully form'd to raise,
Adam's fallen,,helpless Race,
Form'd to purchase, and fecure,
For thy People, boundless Grace. -

Thou that Prophet art and King,
Thou the Prieft foretold to rife:
Thou the Sacrificer art,

Thou too art the Sacrifice.

Lamb of God, that once was flain,
Bleeding on the painful Tree,
Rifen and afcended high,
We adore thy Majefty.

Wonderful art thou in Pow'r,
Wonderful art thou in Love;
Be thou all our Theme below,
Be thou all our Heav'n above!-Hallelujah,

HYMN L.
The Same.

E Servants of God,

Y Your Mafter proclaim,

And publish abroad

His wonderful Name;
The Name all victorious

Of Jefus extoll;

His Kingdom is glorious,.

And rules over all.

God ruleth on high,

Almighty to faye,
And ftill he is nigh,

His Prefence we have.