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132 8.7.4. Lewes 63. Painswick 162.

Praise to the Redeemer. 1 MIGHTY God! while angels bless thoe,

May an infant lisp thy name? Lord of men, as well as angels,

Thou art every creature's theme. Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 2 Lord of every land and nation,

Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation Be thy just and lawful praise :

Hal. . 3 For the grandeur of thy nature,

Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power,

Works with skill and kindness wrought: Hal. 4 For thy providence, that governsyn

Thro' thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow: Blessed be thy gentle reign.

Hal. 6 But thy rich, thy free redemption,

Dark through brightness all along: 1 Thought is poor, and poor expression,

Who dare sing that awful song? Hal, 6 Brightness of the Father's glory,

Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence !

Sing the Lord who came to die. 7 Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays ? Shame would cover me ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise. Hal. 8 From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe; All to ransom guilty captives :

Flow, my praise, for ever flow. Hal.

9 Go, return, immortal Saviour!

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all thy own. Hallelujah, &c.

ROBINSON, 133 C. M. Bath Chapel 26. Jersey 15.

The condescending Grace of Christ, Matt, xx. 28.
I SAVIOUR.of men, and Lord of love,

How sweet thy gracious name!
With joy that'errand we review

On which thy mercy came.
2 While all thy own angelic bands,

Stood waiting on the wing,
Charm’d with the honour to obey

Their great eternal King;
3 For us, mean, wretched, sinful

men,
Thou laidst that glory by ;--,
First, in our mortal flesh, to serve;

Then, in that flesh, to die.
4 Bought with thy service and thy blood,

We doubly, Lord, are thine ;
To thee our lives we would devote,

To thee our death resign. DR. DODDRIDGE. 134 C. M. Tiverton 109. Otford 106.

The Redeemer's Message, Luke iv, 18, 19. 1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promis'd long! Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.
2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd,

Exerts his sacred fire ;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breast inspire.
3 He comes, the prisoners to release,

In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 1.1.)

To clear the mental ray;
And, on the eyes oppress'd with night,

To pour celestial day.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,

Trenrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.

135 (1st P.) L. M. Leeds 19. Rowles 73.

Christ's Transfiguration, Matt, xvii, 4. 1 WHEN at a distance, Lord, wo trace -

The various glories of thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast,

And charms our cares and woes to rest ! 2 With thee in the obscurest cell

On some bleak mountain would I dwell,
Rather than pompous courts behold,

And share their grandeur and their gold, 3 Away, ye dreams of mortal joy!

Raptures divine my thoughts employ;
I see the King of Glory shine;

And feel his love, and call him mine. 4 On Tabor, thus his servants view'd

His lustre, when transform'd he stood;
And, bidding earthly scenes farewell,

Cried, Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell! 5 Yet still our elevated eyes

To nobler visions long to rise;
That grand assembly would we join
Where all thy saints around thee shine.

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6 That mount, how bright! those forms, how fair!

'Tis good to dwell for ever there!
Come, death, dear envoy of my God,
And bear me to that blest abode.

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135 (24 P.) 8.8.6. Hinton 266. Chathan 59.

Gethsemane, Matt. xxvi. 86–46.
MMANUEL, sunk with dreadful woe,

Unfelt, unknown, to all below
Except the Son of God
In agonizing pangs of soul,
Drinks deep from wormwood's bitterest bowl,

And sweats great drops of blood.
2 See his disciples slumbering round,
Nor pitying friend on earth is found !

He treads the press alone :
In vain to heaven he turns his eyes,
The curse awaits him from the skies-

His death it must atone. 3 O Father, hear! this

cup ,

remove!
Save thou the darling of thy love

(The prostrate victim cries)
From overwhelming fear and dread!
Tho' he must mingle with the dead-

His people's sacrifice.
4 His earnest prayers, his deep'ning gróans,
Were heard before angelic thrones;

Amazement wrapt the sky;
Go, strengthen Christ ! the Father said:
The astonish'd seraph bow'd his head,

And left the realms on high. 5 Made strong in strength, renew'd from heav'n, Jesus receives the

cup

as giv'n,
And, perfectly resign'd,
He drinks the wormwood mix'd with gall,
Sustains the curse, -removes it all,-

Nor leaves a dreg behind.

135 (34 P.) LM Pell Street 306. :>??.

The Cross of Christ.
1 AID me, o Christ, thy cross to sing!

Its sovereign virtues who can tell !
It takes a worm defild with sin,

And makes him meet with God to dwell!! 2 Brought near the cross, my soul shall melt,

And How in streams of joy and grief;
For here my sins will all be felt,

And here's full prospect of relief! an 3 The wrath of God by it's appeas'd;

His holy law is magnified ;
Unhending justice is well pleas'd;

And heaven to earth again allied. 4 In virtue of its untold worth

What glories gild the heavenly plains !
What blessings have come down on earth!

Such as surpass e'en Gabriel's strains !". 5 Around this cross the angels crowd,

Intent new wonders to explore ;
And, raptur'd, all exclaim-Of God

We never saw so much before!
6 This cross a sinking world upholds ;

Its power subdues death, hell, and sin;
High heaven's bright gates it wide unfolds,
And ushers happy millions in.

PAUSE. Denbigh 54.
7 The triumphs of thy cross push on,

O Christ, wherever sin is known!
Bid vice and misery begone,

And make the nations all thy own! 8 The "travail of thy soul” demand

The recompense of all thy woe;
From every tribe, and tongue, and land
Thy praise let all the people know 01.
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