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When beneath, to their darkness, the

wicked are driven, May our justified souls find a welcome in

heaven. 69. Christ Crucified. L.M. LADEN with guilt, sinners, arise,

And view the bleeding sacrifice ; Each purple drop proclaims there's room,

And bids the poor and needy come.
2 Beneath His people's crimes He stood,

Sign'd their acquittances in blood;
Herein God's justice is appeas'd;

Sinners, look up, and be releas'd.
3 Mercy, truth, peace, and righteousness,

Beam from the Reconciler's face ;
Here look, till love dissolve your heart,

And bid your slavish fears depart.
4 O quit the world's delusive charms,

And quickly fly to Jesus' arms;
Wrestle until your God is known,

Till you can call the Lord your own. 70. The Christian Pilgrim. 6,7. PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate;
There, till mercy speaks within,

Knock and weep, and watch and wait,
Knock, He knows the sinner's cry!

Weep, He loves the mourner's tears ;
Watch, for saving grace is nigh ;

Wait, till heavenly grace appears.

2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!

“ Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest.” Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe, and own'd, and bought, and blest; Safe from all the lures of vice,

Own’d, by joys the contrite know, Bought, by love and life the price,

Blest, the mighty debt to owe! 3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee

In a world like this remains ? From thy guarded breast shall flee

Fear and shame, and doubt and pains. Fear, thro' hope of heaven shall fly;

Shame, from glory's view retire; Doubt, in full belief shall die ;

Pain, in endless bliss expire.

71. Psalm LXXI.

C.M. WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,

" My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd,

From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 When in the slipp’ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
4 When worn by sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renew'd my face ;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Reviv'd my soul with grace. 5 Thro' ev'ry period of my life

Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds.

The glorious theme renew.

7,6.

72. Psalm LXXII. HAIL to the Lord's anointed !

Great David's greater Son; Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,

To set the captive free ;
To take away transgression,

And rule in equity. 2 Arabia's desert-ranger

To Him shall bow the knee ;
The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see :
With offerings of devotion

Ships from the Isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean

In tribute at His feet.
3 Kings shall fall down before Him,

And gold and incense bring :
All nations shall adore Him,

His praise all people sing.
O’er every foe victorious

He on His throne shall rest;
From age to age more glorious,

All blessing and all blest.

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73. The Blood of Christ.

THERE is a fountain, fillid with blood, - Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;
And there would I, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing Thy power to save; When this poor frail and mortal tongue

Lies silent in the grave. 74. Baptism.

L.M.
RAPTIZED into Thy glorious name,

Ere yet the dawn of reason came;
Now we are taught that name to know,

Help us Thy worthy praise to shew! 2 The water on our foreheads fell ;

Within us let Thy spirit dwell,
Thy promis'd inward grace impart,
To wash the soul and cleanse the heart.

3 Then dead to sin, to God alive,

May we as Christian soldiers strive,
Satan, the world, the flesh subdue,

Thy word believe, Thy paths pursue. 175. Psalm LXXV. 11. 13. SEVENS.

PRAISE to God! immortal praise
- For the love that crowns our days :
Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield,
Grateful praises now we sing,

For the joy which harvests bring. 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;

Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Clouds that drop refreshing dews;

Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,

Scatters o'er the fertile land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich o’erflowing stores ; 5 These to Thee, our God, we owe,

Source from whence all blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
76. Fourth Sunday after Easter. 6,8.
CREATOR, Spirit ! by whose aid

The world's foundations first were laid;
Come, visit each expectant mind;
Come, pour Thy joys on human kind;

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