3 For this, as taught by thee, I pray,
And can no longer doubt;
Remove from hence, to sin I say,
Be cast this moment out!

4 Anger, and sloth, desire and pride,
This moment be subdu'd!
Be cast into the crimson tide
Of my Redeemer's blood.

Saviour, to thee my soul looks up,
My present Saviour thou!
In all the confidence of hope
I claim the blessing now! ÷

6 'Tis done; thou dost this monent save,
With full salvation bless;
Redemption through thy blood I have,
And spotless love and peace.

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SECTION IX.

For Believers Saved.

HYMN 418. [8 lines 7's & 6's.]
NOD, who didst so dearly buy
These wretched souls of ours,
Help us thee to glorify

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With all our ransom'd pow'rs: Qurs, they are not, Lord, but thine r Oh! let the vessels of thy grace, Body, soul, and spirit join

In our Redeemer's praise! (1) 2 True and faithful witness, thee, O Jesus, we receive; Fulness of the Deity In all thy people live l

First begotten from the dead, Call forth thy living witnesses; King of saints, thine empire spread 1 O'er all the ransom'd race."

3 Grace, the fountain of all good, Ye happy saints receive,

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With the streams of peace o'erflow',
With all that God can give:
He, who is, and was, in peace,
And grace, and plenitude of power,
Comes, your favour'd souls to bless,
And never leave you more.

4 Let the Spirit before his throne,
Mysterious One and Sev'n,
In his various gifts sent down,
Be to the churches giv'n;
Let the pure, seraphic joy,
From Jesus Christ, the Just, descend;
Holiness without alloy,

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And bliss that ne'er shall end.

HYMN 419.

[L. M.1

UICKEN'D with our immortal Head,

QWho daily, Lord, ascend with thee,

Redeem'd from sin, and free indeed,
We taste our glorious liberty.

2 Sav'd from the fear of hell and death,
With joy we seek the things above:
And all thy saints the spirit breathe,*
Of power, sobriety, and love..

Pow'r o'er the world, the fiend, and sin
We thro' thy gracious Spirit feel:
Full pow'r the victory to win,
And answer all thy righteous will.

4 Pure love to God thy members find,
Pure love to every soul of man:
And in thy sober, spotless mind,
Saviour, our leaven on earth we gain.

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E faithful souls, who Jesus know,

Yif ris'n indeed with him ye are,

Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's pow'r declare.

2 Your faith by holy tempers prove; By actions shew your sins forgiv❜n! And seek the glorious things above, And follow Christ your Head to heav'n!

a There your exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right-hand again, In all his Father's majesty,

In everlasting pomp to reign.

4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your native place! And emulate the angel-choir, And only live to love and praise

5 For, who by faith your Lord receive, Ye nothing seek or want beside Dead to the world and sin ye live Your creature-love is crucified! ༢་ མཪ་༑ ༑

• Your real life, with Christ conceal' Deep in the Father's bosom lies: And glorious as your Head reveal'd, Ye soon shall meet him in the skies.

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HYMN 421.

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THE good fight have fought!"
O when shall I declare!
The vict'ry by my Saviour got,
I long with Paul to share.
O may I triumph so,

When all my warfare's past!
And dying, find my latest foe
Under my feet at last!

2 This blessed word be mine, Just as the port is gain'd;

Kept by the power of grace divine, "I have the faith maintain'd:' The Apostles of my Lord,

To whom it first was giv'n,

They could not speak a greater word,
Nor all the saints in heav'n.

HYMN 422.

[L. M.]

1LET not the wise their wisdom boast;
The mighty glory in his might;"
The rich in flatt'ring riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.
The rash of numerous years bears down-
The most gigantic strength of man;
And where is all his wisdom gone,
When dust he turns to dust again!

2 One only gift can justify

The boasting soul that knows his God; When Jesus doth his blood apply,

I glory in his sprinkled blood. The Lord my righteousness I praise, 1 triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of

grace,

In Christ, to endless ages mine.

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HYMN 423.

WHO

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can worthily commend
Thy love unsearchable!
Love that made thee condescend
Our curse and death to feel;
Thou, the great eternal God,
Who didst thyself our ransom pay,
Hast, with thy own precious blood,
Wash'd all our sins away

2 By the Spirit of our Heads
Anointed priests and kings,
Conqu'rors of the world, we tread
On all created things;

Sit in heavenly places down,*** While yet we in the flesh remain Now partakers of thy throne, Before thy Father reign.

3 In thy members here beneath,
The Intercessor prays:
Here we in the Spirit breathe
The quintessence of praise
Offer up our all to God:

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And God beholds with gracious eyes,
First the purchase of thy blood, A
And then our Sacrifice.

4 Jesus, let thy kingdom come!
(Inspir'd by thee we pray,)
Previous to the general doom, M
The everlasting day:

Take possession of thine own, 150
And let us then our Saviour see,

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Glorious on thy heavenly throne, uisert

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