o 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; o Declares the great transactions pass'd, And brings immortal blessings down. e 5 He dies!-and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; o Rising-he brought our heaven to light, And took possession of the joy. HYMN 138. C. M. Colchester. [*] Saints in the Hands of Christ. John x, 28, 29. FIR IRM, as the earth, thy Gospel stands, If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er be lost. 2 His honour is engag'd to save 3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove In the dear bosom of his love e 1 HYMN 139. L. M. Green's. [b*] Hope in the Covenant. Heb. vi, 17—19. OW oft have sin and Satan strove How To rend my soul from thee, my God! o But everlasting is thy love, And Jesus seals it with his blood. Lays the foundation for my hope, HYMN 140. C. M. York. Reading. [b*] e 1 M2 A living and a dead Faith. ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heaven, Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, o 3 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart; o 4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell, This is the grace that shall prevail e 5 (Faith must obey her Father's will, A pard'ning God is jealous still 6 When from the curse he sets us free, 07 His Spirit purifies our frame, HYMN 141. S. M. Aylesbury. [b] The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. Isa. liii, 1-5, 10–12. HO has believ'd thy word, e 1 WHO Or thy salvation known? o Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord, € 2 And glorify thy Son. The Jews esteem'd him here p Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion grief -3 p But 'twas their grief upon him lay; a 4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles, then unknown, The God of justice pleas'd to bruise His best beloved Son. -5 'But I'll prolong his days, And make his kingdom stand; o 'My pleasure,' saith the God of grace, Shall prosper in his hand. 0 6 His joyful soul shall see 'And by his knowledge justify 07 ("Thousands of captive slaves, 'Shall quit their prisons, and their graves, 'And own his power Divine.) u 8 a 'Heaven shall advance my Son e 'Who saw the follies men had done, And bore their sins, and dy'd.' HYMN 142, S. M. Bingham. [b] e 1 L The Same. Isa. liii, 6-9-12. p 2 0 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustain'd the stroke! a 4 His honour and his breath Join'd with the wicked in his death, 0 5 But God will raise his head, And make him see a num'rous seed, g 6 'I'll give him,' saith the Lord, 'He shall possess a large reward, 'And hold his honours long. HYMN 143. C. M. Barby. [*] Characters of the Children of God, from several Scriptures. b.1 Α AS new-born babes desire the breast, To feed, and grow, and thrive; So saints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gospel live. 2 [With inward gust, their heart approves All that the word relates; They love the men their Father loves, 3 Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth They can't forget their heavenly birth, 4 Not all the chains that tyrants use Faith, like a conqu'ror, can produce -5 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, The sons of God to sin. e 6 Not by the terrours of a slave, Do they perform his will; o But with the noblest powers they have, His sweet commands fulfil. -7 They find access at ev'ry hour Hence they derive a quick'ning power, o 8 O happy souls! O glorious state To dwell so near their Father's seat. e 9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne; -10 There shed thy choicest love abroad, d Then shall I say, My Father, God, With an unwav'ring tongue, HYMN 144. C. M. Canterbury. York. [b*] The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii, 14, 16. Eph. i, 13, 14. e i WHY should the children of a king e 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, When wilt thou banish my complaints, -3 Assure my conscience of her part And bear thy witness with my heart, o 4 Thou art the earnest of his love,- HYMN 145. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] 1 JESUS, in thee our eyes behold Than the rich gems, and polish'd gold, e 2 They first their own burnt-off'rings brought, To purge themselves from sin; o Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean. -3 [Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altars spilt; But thy one off'ring takes away, For ever, all our guilt. 4 Their priesthood ran through sev'ral hands, For mortal was their race: |