HYMN 75.

OME! let us all unite to praife,
The Saviour of mankind;

Our thankful hearts in folemn lays,

Be with our voices join'd.

2 But how fhall duft his worth declare,
When angels try in vain ;
Their faces veil when they appear,
Before the Son of Man!

3 O Lord! we cannot filent be,
By love we are constrain'd,
To offer our beft thanks to thee,
Our Saviour and our friend!

4 Though feeble are our best effays,
Thy love will not defpife;

Our grateful fongs of humble praise,
Our well meant facrifice.

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ET all our tongues

To praise our God on high;

Who from his bofom fent his Son

To fetch us ftrangers nigh.

2 Nor let our voices ceafe,

To fing the Saviour's name: Jefus, th' ambaffador of peace, How chearfully he came,

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3 It coft him cries and tears,

To bring us near to God:

Great was our debt, and he appears
To make the payment good.

4 Look up, my foul, to him
Whofe death was thy defert;
And humbly view the living ftream,
Flow from his breaking heart.

5 There on the cursed tree,
In dying pangs he lies;
Fulfils his Father's great decree,
And all our wants supplies.

6 Thus the Redeemer came,
By water and by blood;

And when the spirit fpeaks the fame,
We feel his witnefs good.

While the eternal Three,

Bear their record above;
Here I believe he dy'd for me,
And feal'd my Saviour's love.

HYMN 77.

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[ATURE with open volume ftands, To spread her Maker's praise abroad;

And ev'ry labour of his hands,

Shews fomething worthy of a God.

2 But in the grace that refcu'd man, His brightest form of glory fhines; Here, on the cross, 'tis faireft drawn,

In precious blood, and crimfon lines.

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3 Here I behold his inmoft heart,

Where grace and vengeance strangely join; Piercing his Son with sharpest smart,

To make the purchas'd pleasure mine.

4 O! the fweet wonders of that cross, Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! Her noble life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding fide.

5 I would for ever speak his name,

In founds to mortal ears unknown; With angels join to praife the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne.

HYMN 78.

ORD, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place

Where Jefus fpreads the facred feaft
Of his redeeming grace.

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;

Where Jefus fays, that "I am his,

3 Here, (fays the kind redeeming Lord, And fhews his wounded fide)

"See here the fpring of all your joys, That open'd when I dy'd!"

[4 To him that wash'd us in his blood,
Be everlasting praise ;

Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.]

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HYMN 79.

OW rich are thy provifions, Lord! Thy table furnish'd from above! The fruits of life o'erfpread the board, The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love. 2 Thine ancient family, the Jews

Were first invited to the feast; We humbly take what they refuse, And Gentiles thy falvation tafte.

3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far, and death was nigh! But at the gospel-call 'we came,

And ev'ry want receiv'd fupply.

4 From the highway that leads to hell, From paths of darkness and despair; Lord! we are come with thee to dwell, Glad to enjoy thy prefence here.]

[5 What shall we pay th' eternal Son, That left the heav'n of his abode ? And to this wretched earth came down, To bring us wand'rers back to God!

6 It coft him death to fave our lives,

To buy our fouls it coft his own; And all the unknown joys he gives. We're bought with agonies unknown,

7 Our everlasting love is due.

To him that ranfom'd finners loft; And pity'd rebels when he knew,

The vast expence his love would coft.]

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HYMN 80.

OW sweet and awful is the place,

• How

With Chrift within the doors:

Whilst everlasting love difplays

The choiceft of her ftores!

2 Here ev'ry bowel of our God'

With foft compaffion rolls;

Here peace and pardon bought with blood,
Is food for dying fouls.

13 While all our hearts and all our fongs
Join to admire the feat!

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Each of us cry with thankful tongues, "Lord, why was I a guest?

"Why was I made to hear thy voice, "And enter whilft there's room; "When thousands make a wretched choice, "And rather ftarve than come?"]

5 'Twas the fame love that spread the feast, That sweetly forc'd us in;

Elfe we had still refus'd to taste,
And perish'd in our fin.

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OW have our hearts embrac'd our God,
We would forget all earthly charms;

And wish to die, as Simeon wou'd,
With his young Saviour in his arms.

Our lips fhould learn that joyful fong,
Were but our hearts prepar'd like his;