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I wrestle not now, But trample on sin,
For with me art thou, And shalt be within :
While stronger and stronger In Jesus's

power,

I go on to conquer, Till sin be no more.

HYMN 201. 6 lines 8's.

ND can it be that I should gain

Died he for me who caus'd his pain?
For me, who him to death pursu'd?
Amazing love! how can it be,

That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me! 2 'Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design! In vain the first-born Seraph tries To sound the depths of Love divine! 'Tis mercy all; let earth adore: Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above; (So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay,

Fast bound in sin and nature's night: Thine eye diffus'd a quick'ning ray; I woke; the dungeon flam'd with light: My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. 5 No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in him is mine! Alive in him, my living Head, And cloth'd in righteousness Divine,

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Bold I approach the' eternal throne,

And claim the crown, thro' Christ, my own.

HYMN 202. 4 lines 6's & 2-8's.

ARISE, my soul, afise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety 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 sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary ;

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They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive," they cry,
"Nor let that ransom'd sinner die."

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The Father 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 reconcil'd,

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

Call'd us to stand before his face,

And rais'd us into Abraham's sons.

2 The people that in darkness lay,
In sin and error's deadly shade,
Have seen a glorious gospel-day,
In Jesu's lovely face display'

3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
And bar'd thine arm in all our sight;
Hast made the reprobates thine own,
And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.

4 Thy single arm, Almighty Lord,

To us the great salvation brought:
Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,
That spake at first the world from nought.
5 For this the saints lift up their voice,
And ceaseless praise to thee is given;
For this the hosts above rejoice :-
We raise the happiness of heaven.
6 For this (no longer sons of night,)
To thee our thankful hearts we give ;
To thee, who call'dst us into light,
To thee we die, to thee we live.

7 Suffice that for the season past,
Hell's horrid language fill'd our tongues;
We all thy words behind us cast,
And lewdly sang the drunkard's songs.

8 But, O the power of grace divine!
In hymns we now our voices raise!

Loudly in strange hosannahs join,
And blasphemies are turn'd to praise.

HYMN 204. 4 lines 8's & 2-6's.

1 JESUS, thou Soul of all our joys,

For whom we now lift up our voice,
And all our strength exert :
Vouchsafe the grace we humbly claim:
Compose into a thankful frame,
And tune thy people's heart.

2 While in the heavenly work we join,
Thy glory be our whole design,
THY Glory, not our own:-
Still let us keep our end in view,
And still the pleasing task pursue,
To please our God alone.

3 The secret pride, the subtle sin,
O let it never more steal in,

To' offend thy glorious eyes!
To desecrate our hallow'd strain,
And make our solemn service vain,
And mar our sacrifice.

4 To magnify thy awful name,
To spread the honours of the Lamb,
Let us our voices raise;

Our souls' and bodies' powers unite,
Regardless of our own delight,
And dead to human praise.

5 Still let us on our guard be found,
And watch against the power of sound
With sacred jealousy:

Lest, haply, sense should damp our zeal,
And music's charms bewitch and steal
Our heart away from thee.

6 That hurrying strife far off remove, That noisy burst of selfish love,

Which swells the formal song;
The joy from out our hearts arise,
And speak and sparkle in our eyes,
And vibrate on our tongue.

7 Thee let us praise, our common Lord,
And sweetly join with one accord
Thy goodness to proclaim:

Jesus, thyself in us reveal,
And all our faculties shall feel
Thy harmonizing name.

8 With calmly reverential joy,
O let us all our lives employ
In setting forth thy love!
And raise in death our triumph higher,
And sing, with all the heavenly choir,
That endless song above.

HYMN 205.

10's & 11's.

MY God, I am thine, What a comfort

divine,

What a blessing to know that my Jesus is mine! In the heavenly Lamb Thrice happy I am, And my heart it doth dance at the sound of his name.

2 True pleasures abound In the rapturous sound;

And whoever hath found it hath paradise found; My Jesus to know, And feel his blood flow, "Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below.

3 Yet onward I haste To the heavenly feast: That, that is the fulness; but this is the taste! And this I shall prove, Till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens, in Jesus's love.