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17" Juftice unfheath'd its fiery fword,
"And plung'd it in my heart;
"Infinite pangs for you I bore,

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"And moft tormenting finart.

8" When hell and all its fpiteful pow'rs, "Stood dreadful in my way;

"To refcue thofe dear lives of yours,

"I gave my own away."

9 Victorious God! what can we pay For favours fo divine ?

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

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HYMN 88.

ITTING around our Father's board,
We raise our tuneful breath;

Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our fins to death.]

2 We fee the blood of Jefus fhed,

Whence all our pardons rife ;

The finner views th' atonement made,
And loves the facrifice.

3 Thy cruel thorns, thy fhameful cross
Procure us heav'nly crowns;

Our highest gain fprings from thy lofs,
Our healing from thy wounds.

4 Oh! 'tis impoffible that we

Who dwell in feeble clay;

Should equal fuff'rings bear for thee,

Or equal thanks repay.

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HYMN 89.

ATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
To fee thy glories fhine;

The Lord will his own table blefs,

And make the feast divine.

2. We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread, We drink the facred cup;

With outward forms our fenfe is fed,
Our fouls rejoice in hope.

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

Drefs'd in the garments of his Son,
And fprinkled with his blood.

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

Christ will provide our fouls with grace, He bought a large fupply.

[5 Let us indulge a chearful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;

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

HY M N 90.

OW are thy glories here difplay'd!"

How Great God how bright they fhine!

While at thy word we break the bread,
And pour the flowing wine.

2 Here thy revenging justice stands,
An pleads its dreadful caufe;

Here faving mercy fpreads her hands,
Like Jefus on the cross.

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3 Thy faints attend with every grace
On this great facrifice;

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

4 Our hope in waiting pofture fits,
To heav'n directs her fight;
Here ev'ry warmer paffion meets,
And warmer pow'rs unite.

5 Zcal and revenge perform their part,
And rifing fin destroy;

Repentance comes with aching heart,
Yet not forbids the joy.

6 Dear Saviour, change our faith to fight,
Let fin for ever die;

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

HYMN 91.

-FOR CHRISTMAS.

ALVATION is for ever nigh,

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The fouls that fear and truft the Lord;

And grace, defcending from on high,
Fresh hopes of glory fhall afford.

2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,

Since Chrift the Lord came down from heav'n ; By his obedience fo compleat,

Juftice is pleas'd and peace is giv'n.

3 Now truth and honour fhall abound,
Religion dwell on earth again;

And heav'nly influence blefs the ground,
In our Redeemer's gentle reign.

4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God;
Our wand'ring feet fhall ftray no more,
But mark his fteps, and keep the road.

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HYMN 92.FOR CHRISTMAS.
OR ever fhall my fong record,

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The truth and mercy of the Lord;
Mercy and truth for ever ftand
Like heav'n, establish'd by his hand.

2 Thus to his Son he fware, and said,
"With thee my cov'nant first is made
"In thee fhall dying finners live,
"Glory and grace are thine to give.

3

"Be thou my prophet, thou my priest; "Thy children fhall be ever bleft!

"Thou art my chofen King; Thy throne "Shall ftand eternal like my own.

4 "There's none of all my fons above "So much my image or my love; "Celestial pow'rs thy fubjects are, "Then what can earth to thee compare?

5" David, my fervant, whom I chofe
"To guard my flock, to crush my foes ;
"And rais'd him to the Jewish throne,
"Was but a fhadow of my Son."

6 Now let the church rejoice and fing,
Jefus her Saviour, and her King:
Angels his heav'nly wonders fhew,
And faints declare his works below.

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93.- -FOR CHRISTMAS.

'HEA

EAR what the Lord in vifion faid, And made his mercy known; “Sinners, behold your help is laid, "On my almighty Son."

2 Behold the man my wisdom chofe
Among your mortal race;

His head my holy oil o'erflows,
The fpirit of my grace.

3 High fhall he reign on David's throne,
My people's better King;

My arm fhall beat his rivals down,
And ftill new fubjects bring.

4 My truth fhall guard him in his way
With mercy by his fide:

While in my name thro' earth and fea,
He shall in triumph ride.

5 Me for his Father and his God,

He fhall for ever own,

Call me his rock, his high abode,
And I'll fupport my Son.

6 My firft-born Son array'd in grace,
At my right-hand shall fit ;
Beneath him angels know their place,
And monarchs at his feet.

7 My cov'nant ftands for ever faft,
My promifes are strong;

Firm as the heav'ns his throne shall last,
His feed endure as long.