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To thy free love I flee, O Lamb,

For fcarlet finners flain,

To free me of my loads of guilt,
And cafe me of my pain.

8 Thou fay'ft, believe, and on me rest,
And you fhall find relief:

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Thy promife fweet I would believe;
Lord, help my unbelief.

On thy blood only I rely,

As doth thy gospel call: The great atonement I receive,

Which faves believers all.

HYMN

LXXIV.

The ANGELS SONG.

1 HOW fweetly did the angels fing

At Chrift's nativity!

their hymn,

Let Adam's race take up
And praife God chearfully.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.

2 All glory be to God on high,

And peace be on the earth:

Henceforth good-will from heav'n to men,
Becaufe of Jefu's birth.
Hallelujah, &c

3 We more than angels ought to praise :
For, tho' they fee God's face,

With ranfom'd men they have no fhare
In God's redeeming grace.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 Hofanna to king David's Son,
And to king David's Lord,

Our dear God-man, our glorious Prieft,
Who heaven to us reftor'd.

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5 Let men and angels praife the Lamb,

Ev'n Jefus Christ our Lord;

Let men his ftripes and wounds for them
With thankful hearts record.

Hallelujah, &c.

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6 Because he dy'd, God hath him rais'd
And glorify'd on high:
Him all the heav'nly hosts adore!
And praise eternally.
Hallelujah, &c.

7 Chrift's rifing doth us juftify;
And his afcent to God

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Doth find us room with faints to fing,
And ever praise his blood."
Hallelujah, &c.

8 We fee thee now at God's right hand ;
Lord, draw us up to thee,
To triumph ever in thy love,
And all thy glory fee.
Hallelujah Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, AMEN.

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Address to the FATHER.

1 O HEAVENLY Father, we thee bless, Who gave the Lamb to men:

The Lamb we bless, who did submit
To be for finners flain.

2 Thou pity'd worms, and them did spare, Yet fpared not thy Son,

But him did wouud and bruise to death,
For our fins to atonę.

3 Father of mercies, thro' Chrift's death,
Thou pardon't enemies,

And fend'ft thy Spirit to their fouls.
With faith and rich fupplies.

4 Forgive them, Father, Chrift once cry'd,
They know not what they do:
Forgive us, Father, we now cry;
Chrift's blood cries for us too.

5 O Father, thou dost men pursue
With offers of thy grace;
And, when refus'd, thou oft repeats
Thy gofpel terms of peace.

9 With many motives thou haft try'd
Our backward hearts to win:

Thy Sp'rit with patience ftrives to fave
Men from the pow'r of fin

grace

7 Of thy forbearance and free

A monument I am;

And ftill thou call'ft me to embrace

Thy facrificed Lamb.

8 Great love! that I who spurn'd thy grace!
Thy pow'r and wrath defy'd,
Should mercy have proclaim'd to me,
Thro' thy Son crucify'd.

9 O let not men abuse thy grace,

To fin because thou'rt good:

Fill all our hearts with grief and shame
That we thy grace withstood.

N. B. The seven following hymns are composed mainly for

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A Song for YOUNG ONES

I AWAKE, ye little ones, and fing
The honours of the Lamb:
Let every child prepare a fong
To God our Saviour's name.

2 Our glorious Redeemer is

Moft worthy to receive

Our thanks and praise continually,
Yea, more than we can give

3 May his great love fink in our hearts,
And evermore abide ;

Since for us children, finners vile,
The great IMMANUEL dy'd.

4 How hot and flaming was his love,
That made him interpose

His naked breaft, to take the stroke
For us who were his foes!

5 May our hearts burn with love to him
Thro' all eternity;

Since out of burning love to us,

Chrift on the crofs did die.

6 We bless the Lord, who hath to babes

This glorious truth reveal'd,
Salvation thro' Christ crucify'd,
From wifer minds conceal'd,

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From many

is this treasure hid; But thou haft led our eyes Unto the pleasant gospel field, Where this bleft treasure lies.

8 By faith and meditation

Here will we walk and dig,
Till we make rich, and ne'er be put
From creatures more to beg.

HYMN LXXVII.

A Song for Children.

1 A LITTLE child, O Lord, I am;
I ftrength and wisdom want:

I come to thee, who canft them both
In little children plant.

2 A willing child that comes to thee,
Thou fay'ft, thou'lt not cast out:
Thou bowels haft of God and man,
Why therefore should I doubt ?
3 Thy gofpel-offers reach to all,
And namely to the young;
Thy words left on record are fweet,
How charming is thy tongue!
"O come to me, ye burden'd fouls,
"With guilt and fears oppreft;
By faith your burdens on me caft,
"And I will give you reft.
"Your willing necks bend to my yoke,

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"Yield to my government,

"And imitate my holy life;

"And this you'll ne'er repent.

6" I'm meek and lowly, learn from me "A meek and lowly mind;

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"And thus your weary reftlefs fouls.

"Shall reft and quiet find.

"My yoke to you shall eafy prove,

"My burden alfo light:

"For wifdom's ways are pleasantness, "And all her paths are right."

8 Lord, I believe thy faithful words, Thy offers I embrace;

Thine offices I do accept,

And thank thee for thy grace,

HYMN

HYMN LXXVIII.

A Song for Young Perfons.

I WE mourn that converts are so few:
Caufe fouls like doves flee home,
Make converts fall like morning dew;
O let thy Kingdom come.

2 O Spirit of conviction, strive

With thofe of tender yeara,

And caufe thy darts pierce all our hearts,
And melt us into tears.

3 Difcover fin in its black hue,
That we may it deteft;
And let us fee God's remedy,
Chrift's wounds, wherein to rest.
4 Thou empties firft whom thou doft fill;
Cafts down whom thou doft raife;
Thou quickens whom the law doth kill,
And glorifies free grace.

5 Lord, make thy light unto me shine,
To fhew me what I am;

That I am loft, without the blood
Of Chrift, the worthy Lamb.
6 Take this rebellious heart of mine,
And bathe it in thy blood:

In it fet up thy throne and reign;
Pull down what thee withstood.
7 O com'rades dear, bring all your hearts
While young unto the Lamb;
No longer keep him from his right,
Since for our hearts he came.

8 Who elfe deferves our love but he,
His blood that freely fpilt,
To fave our fouls from juftice' fword,
And purge away our guilt?

HYMN LXXIX.

A Song for Children.

I I READ my Saviour did come down

A little child to be,

And on the cross did fhed his blood

For children fuch as me;

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