o To him ascribe eternal might,

-Who left his weakness on the cross. o 5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn. o 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men! g Let angels sound his sacred name, And ev'ry creature say, AMEN.

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HYMN 64. S. M. Dover. Newton. [*]
Adoption. 1 John iii, 1, &c. Gal. vi, 6.
EHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow'd

BEHOLD!

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3

Nor does it yet appear,

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our head.

4 A hope, so much divine,

May trials well endure ;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.

5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

6

To rest upon my heart.

We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne

My faith shall Abba Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 65. L. M. Wells. [*]
The World subjected to Christ. Rev. xi, 15.
ET the sev'nth angel sound on high!
Let shouts be heard, through all the sky'

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
g 2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come;
Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain,
For ever live, for ever reign!

d 3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more;
o On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.
g 4 Now must the rising dead appear;
Now the decisive sentence hear:
o Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.]

HYMN 66. L. M. Portugal. [*]

Christ, the King, at his Table. Sol. Song i, 2—5, 12, 13, 17.

1[TET him embrace my soul, and prove
Mine interest in his heavenly love;
The voice that tells me thou art mine,
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.
2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came,
And spread the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness, and of grace,
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
e 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,-
My soul shall fly into thine arms!
Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.
-4 (Wonder and pleasure tune our voice,
To speak thy praises, and our joys;
Our mem❜ry keeps this love of thine,
Beyond the taste of richest wine.)

5 Though in ourselves deform'd we are,
And black as Kedar's tents appear;
Yet, when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

6 (While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,

And breathe like spikenard round the room.

7 As myrrh, new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me:

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.
8 No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare:
And here we wait, until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

THOU

HYMN 67. L. M. Sicilian. Moreton. [b*] Seeking the Pastures of Christ. Sol. Song i, 7. 1 HOU, whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly lovee Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do thy sweetest pastures grow e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown? o My constant feet would never rove,— Would never seek another love.

o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy wounds, and groans, and tears. e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids ine drink his richest blood;

o Here, to these hills, my soul would come, Till my Beloved lead me home.

HYMN 68. L. M. Oporto. [*]
Banquet of Love. Sol. Song ii, 1—7.
EHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine:
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine:
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

3 Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat:
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.
4 (Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
5 With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.)
6 O never let my Lord depart!
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sin not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.]

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HYMN 69. L. M. Shoel. [*]

THE

Christ's Love to his Church. Sol. Song ii, 8-13. HE voice of my Beloved sounds, Over the rocks and rising grounds; O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief, He leaps, he flies-to my relief. e 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see, With eyes of love he looks on me; -Now, in the gospel's clearest glass, He shows the beauties of his face. b 3 Gently he draws my heart along, Both with his beauties, and his tongue; u 'Rise,' saith my Lord, 'make haste away! 'No mortal joys are worth thy stay. b 4 'The Jewish, wint'ry state is gone, 'The mists are fled, the spring comes on; -The sacred turtle dove we hear

o 'Proclaim the new, the joyful year. -5 'Th' immortal vine of heavenly root 'Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit ;' e Lo we are come to taste the wine; o Our souls rejoice and bless the Vine. -6 And when we hear our Jesus say, o 'Rise up, my love, make haste away!' Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind.

HYMN 70. L. M. Shoel. [*]

Christ's Invitation answered. Sol. Song ii, 14, 16, 17.

"H ARK! the Redeemer, from on high,

Sweetly invites his fav'rites nigh; From caves of darkness and of doubt, He gently speaks, and calls us out. 2 'My dove, who hidest in the rock, "Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, 'Lift up thy face, forget thy fear, 'And let thy voice delight mine ear. 3 'Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; 'My graces in thy count'nance meet; 'Though the vain world thy face despise, "'Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.' 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thy invitation gives;

To thee our joyful lips shall raise
The voice of prayer, and that of praise.
5 I am my love's, and he is mine;
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join;
Nor let a motion, nor a word,

Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.
6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,
Amongst the lilies, where he feeds;
Amongst the saints (whose robes are white,
Wash'd in his blood) is his delight.

7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,--
Till the sweet, dawning light I see,—
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.
8 Be like a hart, on mountains green;
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin :
Nor guilt, nor unbelief, divide
My Love, my Saviour, from my side.]

HYMN 71. L. M. Sicilian. [*]

Christ brought to the Church. Sol. Song iii, 1, 5.

1[OFTEN I seek my Lord by night,

Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight; With warm desire, and restless thought, I seek him oft, but find him not.