HYMN 149. P. M.

1. AH! see him writhe, and bleed, and die !
Give thanks, my soul, and offer praise.
See Christ with God's command comply,
And execute his work of grace:
He bows his head upon the tree,
To save, to bless, to comfort me.

2. Great God! the cov'nant now is seal'd;
The arduous work of love is done.
Thy mercy fully stands reveal'd,

For thou hast given us thy Son. What gift can ever be denied

To those for whom the Saviour died? 3. My soul upon thy word relies,

Thy gracious message glad receives;
Assur'd by such a sacrifice,

In all thy promises believes.
No gloomy fears my peace molest,
Since Jesus bled to give me rest.

4. Assist me, Lord, to keep his cross
For ever present to my heart;
Like him, to count all things but loss,
That from thy service me would part;
In virtue's cause to persevere,
And only love what he held dear.
5. Like Jesus, may I bear, resign'd,
The ills of life, the wrongs of foes;
In hope that I may mercy find,

Forgive the authors of my woes;
To reach my goal, on thorns proceed,
From all complaints and murmurs freed.
6. Like Jesus, may I ev'n in death

Enraptur'd say, "my Father, Friend; " Confide in thee, and yield my breath, Assur'd that with him I'll ascend To mansions of celestial joy,

And pleasures which shall never cloy.

7. Eternal glory, praise, to thee,

Who sit'st supreme upon the throne !
Salvation, honour, blessings be

For ever given to the Son!

In heav'n more worthy thanks shall rise
For his vast love and sacrifice.

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HYMN 150. L. M.

OW let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above.
There our exalted Saviour reigns,

And there they sing his wondrous love.
2. Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir'd,
To save us rebels,-yes, 'tis he!

How bright, how lovely, how admir'd!
3. Jesus, who died that we might live,
And raise to his own heav'nly place:
O what returns can mortals give
For such immeasurable grace!

4. Were universal nature our's,

And art with all her boasted store; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs, Would still confess the off'rer poor.

5. Yet, tho' for bounty so divine

We ne'er can equal honours raise :
Jesus! may all our hearts be thine,

And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.
HYMN 151. c. M.

1. BEHOLD the bleeding Lamb of God,
The spotless sacrifice!

By hands of barb'rous sinners seiz❜d,
Nail'd to the cross he dies.

2. Blest Jesus, whence this streaming blood? And whence this foul disgrace?

Whence all these pointed thorns that rend Thy amiable face!

3. "I sanctify myself (he cries)

"That thou may'st holy be.

"Come, trace my life; come, view my death, "And learn to copy me."

4. Dear Lord, we pant for holiness,

And ev'ry sin we mourn:

To the bright path of thy commands
Our wand'ring footsteps turn.

5. Not more sincerely would we wish
To climb the heav'nly hill,

Than here with all our utmost pow'r
Thy model to fulfil.

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HYMN 152. s. M.

AND shall we still be slaves,

And in our fetters lie,

When summon'd by a voice divine
T'assert our liberty?

2. Did the great Saviour bleed,
Our freedom to obtain ?

And shall we trample on his blood,
And glory in our chain?

5. Shall we go on to sin,

Because thy grace abounds;
Or crucify the Lord again
And open all his wounds?
4. Forbid it mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,

That those, for whom thy Son has died,
In vice are lost and dead.
5. The man, that durst despise
The law that Moses brought,
Behold! how terribly he dies
For his presumptuous fault.
6. But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist his grace.

HYMN 153. L. M.

1. NOW be that sacrifice survey'd,

Which for our souls the Saviour made, While love to sinners fir'd his heart, And conquer'd all the killing smart. 2. Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing, What grateful tribute shall I bring,

That earth and heav'n and all may see
My love to him, who died for me?

3. That off'ring, Lord, thy word hath taught;
Nor be thy new command forgot,

That, if their Master's death can move,
Thy servants should each other love.
4. When on thy cross I fix mine eye,
Let ev'ry savage passion die;
And may I ever ready be

To serve, forgive, and love like thee.
HYMN 154 L. M.

1. NOW let my soul with transport rise,

And range thro' earth and mount the skies,
And view each various form of good,
Where angels hold their high abode.
2. Hath not the bounteous King of heav'n
His chief belov'd already giv'n?

And what shall mercy hold too good
For sinners ransom'd with his blood?
3. My soul, with fearless faith embrace
The sacred cov'nant of his grace;
With joyful hope, obedient, wait
The issues of a love so great.

HYMN 155. c. M.

HARK! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice
From the bright realms above;
Amidst the war's tumultuous rage,
A voice of pow'r and love.

2. "Maintain the fight, my faithful band,
"Nor fear the mortal blow ;
"He, that in such a warfare dies,
"Shall speedy vic'try know..

3." I have my days of combat seen,
"And in the dust was laid:
"But now I sit upon my throne,
"And glory crowns my head.

4. "This throne, this glory shall be your's;
"My hands the crown shall give;

"And you the blest reward shall share,
"While God himself shall live."

5. Lord! 'tis enough; our souls are fir'd
With courage and with love,

Vain are th' assaults of earth and hell;
Our hopes are fix'd above.

6. We'll trace the footsteps thou hast drawn
To triumph and renown;
Nor shun thy combat and thy cross,
May we but share thy crown.
HYMN 156. L. M.

1. THE God, who once to Israel spoke
From Sinai's top in fire and smoke,
In gentler strains of gospel grace,
Invites us now to seek his face.

2. He wears no terrors on his brow;
He speaks in love from Zion now.
It is the voice of Jesus' blood,

That calls us wand'rers back to God. 3. Hark! how from Calvary it sounds, From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds: "Pardon and grace I freely give;

Then, sinner, look to me, and live."

4. What other arguments can move
The heart, that slights a Saviour's love?
O may that heav'nly pow'r be felt,
And cause the stony heart to melt!

IX.

RESURRECTION AND GLORY OF CHRIST.

HYMN 157. L. M.

1. HE dies, the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around.

A solemn darkness veils the skies;
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.