5 The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ their living head,
And of his grace partake.

6 In such society as this

My weary soul would rest:

The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.

HYMN CLXXX. THE SAME. (L. M.) 1 WHILE Sinai roars, and round the earth Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings, Jesus, thy dear expiring breath,

And Calvary, speak gentler things: 2 Pardon, and grace, and endless love, Streaming along a Saviour's blood; And life, and joy, and crowns above, Purchas'd by our redeeming God!

3 Hark! how he prays, (the charming sound Dwells on his dying lips)-FORGIVE! And every groan and bleeding wound Cries, "Father, let the sinner live!" 4 Go! ye that rest upon the law, And toil, and seek salvation there! Behold the sight which Moses saw, And shrink, and tremble, and despair. 5 But we'll retire beneath the cross; Immanuel, at thy feet we lie;

And the keen sword that justice draws, Flaming and red, shall pass us by.

HYMN CLXXXI. 1 Pet. I. 3-5. 1 BLEST be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord!

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Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd!

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope,
That they should never die.

3 What, though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust?

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his foll'wers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept,
Till their salvation come:
We walk by faith as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

HYMN CLXXXII. 1 Pet. 11. 7. (P. M. Carey's.) 1 JESUS, how precious is thy name! Beloved of the Father, thou!

Oh, let me catch th' immortal flame,
With which angelic bosoms glow!
As angels love thee I would love,
And imitate the blest above!

2 My Prophet thou, my heav'nly guide,
Thy sweet instructions I will hear:
The words that from thy lips proceed,
O how divinely sweet they are!
Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,
Aud imitate the blest above!

3 My great High-Priest, whose precious Did once atone upon the cross;

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Who now dost intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinner's cause; In thee I trust; thee would I love, Aud imitate the blest above! 4 My King supreme, to thee I bow, A willing subject at thy feet; All other Lords I disavow, And to thy government submit:

My Saviour-King this heart would love, And imitate the blest above!

HYMN CLXXXIII. 1 Pet. II. 21. (L. M.)
1 JESUS, my Saviour and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy vict'ry too.

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God my Judge shall own my name
Among the foll'wers of the Lamb.

HYMN CLXXXIV. 2 Pet. III. 13. (L. M.) 1 SING to the Lord that built the skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately frame; Let all the nations sound his praise, And lands unknown repeat his name.

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made every drop, aud every dust,
Nature and time, with all their wheels;
And push'd them into motion first.
3 Now from his high imperial throne
He looks far down upon the spheres ;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns our hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gather'd in;
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast,
To shake it all to dust again!

5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes;
There's a new heav'n and earth for you.

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HYMN CLXXXV. 1 John III. 1—3. (s. M.)

BEHOLD, what wondrous grace

The Father has bestow'd

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

Nor doth it yet appear,

How great we must be made ;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie

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Like slaves beneath the throne:
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

HYMN CLXXXVI. Jude, 24-5. (s. M.)

To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.

'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.

To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs.

HYMN CLXXXVII. Rev. 1. 5—7. (L. M.) 1 Now to the Lord, that makes us know The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins,
And wash'd us in his richest blood:
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.