They spread new life through ev'ry heart, And cheer the drooping mind.

o 5 Shout, and proclaim the Saviour's love, Ye saints that taste his wine;

Join with your kindred saints above,-
In loud Hosannas join.

s 6 A thousand glories to the God
Who gives such joy as this;
Hosanna! let it sound abroad,
And reach where Jesus is.]

HYMN 21. C. M. St. Martin's. [*] The Triumphal Feast for Christ's Victory over Sin, Death, and Hell.

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OME, let us lift our voices high,

And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the God, who fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
Who rose, and, at his chariot wheels,
Dragg'd all the powers of hell :-

3 Jesus, the God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast ;

And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4 The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!

b And oh! what melting words he says, To ev'ry humble ear :

d 5 'For you, the children of my love, 'It was for you I died:

e 'Behold my hands-behold my feet'And look into my side!

p 6 These are the wounds for you I bore, 'The tokens of my pains,

'When I came down to free your souls
'From misery and chains.

7 [Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword,
And plung'd it in my heart!
'Infinite pangs for you I bore,
'And most tormenting smart.

8 'When hell, and all its spiteful powers,

Stood dreadful in my way;

"To rescue those dear lives of yours,

'I gave my own away.

9 'But while I bled, and groan'd, and dy'd,
'I ruin'd Satan's throne;
'High on my cross I hung, and spy'd
'The monster tumbling down.]

o 10 'Now you may triumph at my feast,
'And taste my flesh, my blood;
'And live eternal ages bless'd-
'For 'tis immortal food.'

e 11 Victorious God! what can we pay,
For favours so divine?

-We would devote our hearts away,
To be for ever thine.

o 12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
-But themes so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

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HYMN 22. L. M. Quercy. [*]

The Compassion of a dying Christ.

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UR spirits join t' adore the Lamb;Oh, that our feeble lips could move, -In strains immortal as his name,

p And melting as his dying love!

e 2 Was ever equal pity found?

e The Prince of heaven resigns his breath,
And pours his life out on the ground,
-Toransom guilty worms from death.
e 3 Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws;
-He from the threat'ning set us free;
o Bore the full vengeance on his cross,
And nail'd the curses to the tree.

4 [The law proclaims no terrour now,
And Sinai's thunder roars no more:
From all his wounds new blessings flow,-
A sea of joy without a shore.

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains, And heal'd our wounds with heavenly blood:

Bless'd fountain! springing from the veins Of Jesus, our incarnate God.] -6 In vain our mortal voices strive To speak compassion so divine; o Had we a thousand lives to give, A thousand lives should all be thine.

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HYMN 23. C. M. Colchester. [b*]

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Grace and Glory by the Death of Christ. ITTING around our Father's board, We raise our tuneful breath; p Our faith beholds her dying Lord, And dooms our sins to death.

e 2 We see the blood of Jesus shed, Whence all our pardons rise;

e The sinner views th' atonement made,
And loves the sacrifice..

e 3 Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross,
Procure us heavenly crowns:
-Our highest gain springs from thy loss-
Our healing from thy wounds.

4 Oh! 'tis impossible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay,
Should equal suff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.

HYMN 24. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*]
Pardon and Strength from Christ.

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ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
To see thy glories shine:

The Lord will his own table bless,

And make the feast divine.

2 We touch, we taste the heavenly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.

3 We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,

Dress'd in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.

4 We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;

Christ will provide our souls with grace-
He bought a large supply.

5 [Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast!

We love the mem'ry of his name,
More than the wine we taste.]

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HYMN 25. C. M. Swanwick. [*]

Divine Glories and Graces.

OW are thy glories here display'd, Great God! how bright they shine! While at thy word, we break the bread, And pour the flowing wine!

e 2 Here thy revenging justice stands, And pleads his dreadful cause;

o Here saving mercy spreads her hands, Like Jesus on the cross.

-3 Thy saints attend, with ev'ry grace,
On this great sacrifice;

And love appears with cheerful face,
And faith with fixed eyes.

e 4 Our hope in waiting posture sits,
To heaven directs her sight;

o Here ev'ry warmer passion meets, And warmer powers unite.

o 5 Zeal and revenge perform their part, And rising sin destroy;

e Repentance comes with aching heartYet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to sight, Let sin for ever die;

o Then shall our souls be all delight, And ev'ry tear be dry.

CANNOT persuade myself to put a full period to these Divine Hymns, until I have addressed a special Song of Glory to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English Nation from the Roman Church; and though there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy prejudices in weaker Christians; yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of Christian Worship. The subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar Glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto

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men, and is so necessary to true Christianity. is Praise; which is one of the most complete and exalted parts of heavenly worship. I have cast the Song into a variety of forms, and have fitted it, by a plain Version, or a larger Paraphrase, to be sung either alone, or at the conclusion of another Hymn.-I have also added a few Hosannas, or ascriptions of Salvation to Christ, in the same manner, and for the same end.

A SONG OF PRAISE.

To the ever Blessed Trinity, God the Father, Son, and Spirit. HYMN 26. 1st. L. M. Weldon. [*]

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LESS'D be the Father and his love, To which celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below.

o 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God,
e From whose dear, wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood-
Pardon and life for dying souls!

-3 We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and wo,

o Mak'st living springs of grace arise,
o And into boundless glory flow.

g 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore ;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.

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HYMN 27. 1st. C. M. Bethlehem. [*]

LORY to God the Father's name-
Who from our sinful race,

Chose out his fav'rites, to proclaim
The honours of his grace.

2 Glory to God the Son be paid-
Who dwelt in humble clay;

p And, to redeem us from the dead,
Gave his own life away.

-3 Glory to God the Spirit give—
From whose almighty power,
Our souls their heavenly birth derive,
And bless the happy hour.