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6 keep me in thy heavenly way, 3 Why that blood his raiment staining? And bid the teinpter flee ;
'Tis the blood of many slain ; And let me never, never stray
or his foes there's none remaining, From happiness and thee.
None, the contest to maintain:
Fall'n they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, Has wander'd from the Lord ! Wear the crown so dearly won ! How oft my roving thoughts de part, Never shall thy people, never, Forgetful of his word!
Cease to sing what thou hast done! 2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, “ Return;" Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Dear Lord, and may I come?
Thou hast head'a ihy people's woes! My vile ingratitude 1 mour ;
HYMN LXII. L. M. Ó, take the wand'rer home.
VHEN the wondrous cross, And bid my crimes remove ?
My richest gain I count but loss, And shall a pardon'd rebel live
And pour contempt on all my pride. To speak ihy wondrous love ?
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
Save in the cross of Christ, my God: How glorious, how divine !
All the vain things that charm me most, That can lo life and bliss restore
I sacrifice them to thy blood. So vile a heart as mine.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 5 Thy pard'ning love, so so sweet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down Dear Saviour, I adore ;
Did ore such love and sorrow meet? O keep me at thy sacred feet,
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? And let me rove no more.
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, HYMN LX. L. M.
That were a tribute far too small;
Demands my life. my soul, my all. Search, prove my heart; it looks to thee,
HYMN LXII. C. M. O burst its bonds, and set it free! 2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross,
Nail'd to the shameful tree; Bind my affections to the cross,
How vast the love that him inclin'd Hallow each thought, let all within
To bleed and die for me ! Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
2 Hark, how he groans ! while natur 3 If in this darksome wild i stray,
shakes, Be thou my light, be thou my way; And earth's strong pillars bend! No foes, no violence I fear,
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, No harm, while thou, my God, art near. The solid marbles rend 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, When sinks my heart in waves of wo, “ Receive my soul!" he cries; Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
See where he bows his sacred head ! And raise my head, and cheer my heart. He bows his head and dies ! 5 Saviour ! where'er thy steps I see, 4 But soon he'll break death's envious Dauntless, untir'd, I follow thee :
chain, Olet thy hand support me still,
And in full glory shine ; And lead me to thy holy hill.
o Lamb of God! was ever pain, See Hyms. on Repentance. Was ever love like thine
HYMN LXIV C. M.
Y Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
Methought once turo'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure, never till my latest breath WHO is this that comes from Edom, All his raiment stain'd with blood, It seem 'd to charge me with his death,
Can I forget that look ;
Though not a word he spoke.
3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, Glorious in the spoil he bears?
And plang'd me in despair ; 2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
I saw my sins his blood had spilt, Trav'lling onward in his might
And belp'd to nail him there. Tis the Saviour, how glorious
4 Alas! I knew not what I did; To his people is the sight!
But now my tears are vain; Satan conquer'd, and the grave,
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? Jesuo now is strong to save.
For I the Lord have slain.
3 A second look he gave, which said, 2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise ; “I freely all forgive
Let harp and voice unite their strains : - This blood is for thy ransom paid, Thy promis'd King his sceptre sways; “I die, that thou may'st live."
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 6 Thus, while his death my sin displays 3 By foreign streams no longer roam, In all its blackest hue,
And, weeping, think on Jordan's food; (Such is the mystery of grace,)
In every clime behold a home ;
In ev'ry temple see thy God.
4 No taunting foes the song require ; i
No strangers mock thy captive chain; FROM YROM whence these direful omens Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, round,
And brethren ask the holy strain. 1 Which heaven and earth amaze ? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the
5 Then why on bending willows hung Why hides the sun his rays ? [ground ? Israel. still sleeps the tuneful string ?
Why mute remains the sullen tongue 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And Zion's song delays to sing ?
EASTER. 3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
HYMN LXVIII. C. M. His all-atoning blood!
1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11. Is this the Infinite P'tis he, My Saviour and my God!
SINCE Christ Passover is slain,
A sacrifice for all,
For me this death is borne ;
To keep the festival.
2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
f sin and malice fed ; 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
But with unfeign'd sincerity,
And truth', unleaven'd bread.
3 Christ being rars'd by power Divine,
And reseu'd from the grave,
Shall die no more ; death shall on him
No more dominion have. 'T'S CIS finish'd--so the Saviour cried,
4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins And meekly bow'd his head and
He once vouchsaf'd to die :
But that he lives, he lives to God 'Tis finish'd-yes, the work is done,
For all eternity The battle fought, the vict'ry won
5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, 2 'Tis finish d—all that heav'n decreed, And all the ancient prophets said,
But graciously restor'd,
And made, henceforth, alive to God, Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd,
Through Jesus Chris: our Lord, In me, the Saviour of mankind.
HYMN LXIX. III. 1. 3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore ; CHRI
YHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day, The sacred veil is rent in twain,
Sons of men and angels say: And Jewish rites no more remain.
Raise your joys and triumphs high, 4 'Tis finish this, my dying groan,
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply! Shall sins of every kind atone:
2 Love's redeeming work is done, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, Fought the fight, the vict'ry won. By this, my last expiring breath.
Jesus' agony is o'er, 5 'Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcil'd,
Darkness veils the earth no more. And all the powers of darkness spoil'd : 3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Peace, love, and happiness, again
Christ has burst the gates of hell; Return and dwel) with sinful men. Death in vain forbids him rise, 6 "Tis finish'd let the joyful sound Christ hath open'd paradise. Be heard through all the nations round; 4 Soar we now where Christ hath ledi, 'Tis finish'd-let the echo fly
Following our exalted Head; Through heaven and hell, through earth Made like him, like him we rise, and sky.
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
HYMN LXX. L. M.
Col. ii. 1, 2.
If risen indeed with ,
His resurrection's power declare:
merael, still sleeps the tuneful string? YE faitheoil noude who Jesus know
2 Your faith by holy tempers prove,
3 Luose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene; By actions show your síns forgiven, And seek the glorious things above, He claims those mansions as his right; And follow Christ, your head, to
Receive the King of Glory in. heaven.
4 “Who is the King of Glory, who?" 3 There your exalted Saviour see,
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, Seated at God's right hand again,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, In all his Father's majesty,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. In everlasting power to reign.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, 4 To him continually aspire,
And angels chant the solemn lay, Contending for your destin'd place, “Lift up your heads. ye heavenly gates! And emulate the angel choir,
* Ye everlasting doors, give way !" And only live to love and praise.
6 " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" HYMN LXXI. C. M.
The Lord of boundless power possessid
The King of saints and angels too, 1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22. Col. iii. 1.
God over all, for ever bless'd.
HYMN LXXIV. C. M.
Inspire the souls of thine;
, come, 2 For, as in Adam all mankind
Till every heart which thou hast made Did guilt and death derive;
Be fill'd with grace divine.
2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
of God, and fire of love; 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, Seek only how to get
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.
3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frai!, A solemn darkness veils the skies!
With thy celestial grace. A sudden trembling shakes the ground !
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 2 Ye saints approach ! the anguish view,
And give us peace within, Of him who groans beneath your load;
That, by thy guidance blest, we may He gives his precious life for you,
Escape the snares of sin. For you he sheds his precious blood.
6 Teach us the Father to confess, 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree
And Son, from death revivd,
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both deriva. Jesus, the dead, revives again!
HYMN LXXV. C.M. 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies;
Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dore, Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies !
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours. 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ;
2 See how we grovel here below, Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
Fond of these earthly toys; And led the tyrant death in chains !
Our souls how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys! 6 Say, “Live for ever, glorious King, “ Born to redeem, insiruct, and save!
3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Then ask — death, where is thy sting!
In vain we strive to rise ! “And where thy victory, Ograve !"
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick’ning powers; Our Jesus is gone up on high ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
And that shall kindle ours. Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
HYMN LXXVI. C. M. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay;
HE'S. come ! let every knee be bent, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, " Ye everlasting doors, give way!" * The Comforter is come."
salen s daughters weep around!
AM GHOTY, Lordelo before they throne
? What greater gift, what greater lov , And now he lives, Could God on man bestow ?
And now he reigns. Angels for this rejoice above,
And sees the fruit Let man rejoice below!
Of all his pains. 3 Hail, blessed Spirit ! may each soun 3 To God the Spirit, praise Thy sacred influence feel;
And endless worship give, Do thou each sinful thought control, Whose new-creating pow'r And fix our wavering zeal !
Makes the dead sinner live : 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey
His work completes Those checks which we should know;
The great design, Thy motions point to us the way;
And fills the soul 'Thou giv'st us strength to go.
With joy divine.
Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one :
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
And love adores. Thy glories let the world proclaim !
HYMN LXXX. C. M.
mourning people bend! 3 O Holy Spirit, from above,
'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone In streams of light and glory givin, Our prostrate hopes depend. Thou source of ecstasy and love,
2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy praises ring through earth and
Thy dreadful pow'r display: heav'n !
Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 4 O God triune! to thee we owe
And still we live to pray. Our every thought, our every song: 3 How chang'd, alas ! are truths divine, And ever may thy praises flow
For error, guilt and shame! From saint and seraph's burning What impious numbers, bold in sin, tongue !
Disgrace the Christian name!
Convert us by thy grace ;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, Before thy throne we sinners bend;
And see again thy face. To us thy pardoaing love extend ! 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade
We will not sink in fear; 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When God, our God, is near.
HYMN LXXXI. 10. 3. 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath D
READ Jehovah ! God of nations! The soul is ras'd from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; Hear thy people s supplications, To us thy quick’ning pow'r extend !
Now for their deliv'rance rise ; 4 Jehovah ! Father. Spirit, Son,
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning, Mysterious Godhead, 'Three in One! Humbly at thy feet we bend ; Before thy throne we sinners bend; Hear us, fasting, prayinff, mourning, Grace, pardon, life, lo us extend :
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
3 Though our sins, our hearts confound
ing TE give immortal praise
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression, Eternal Son
Let that blood our guilt efface :
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place. 2 To God the Son belongs !
HYMN LXXXII. L. M.
Prayer and Hope of Victory,
Attend his people's humble cry:
N O pow's PRA
Defend them in the needful hour, 2 When in the bosom of the earth
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, 2 In his salvation is our hope,
And sent the early rain And in the name of Israel s God Our troops shall lift their banners up, 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord
was thine, Uur navies spread their flags abroad.
The plants in beauty grew; 3 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, And some of chariots make their boasts;
The mild refreshing dew, Our surest expectations are
4 These various mercies from above From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts!
Matur'd the swelling grain;
And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-Lime nor harvest, night nor day, THANKSGIVING-DAY.
Summer nor winter fails. HYMN LXXXIII.--Part 1. 11. 2.
HYMN LXXXV. L. M. DRAISE to
For Public Mercies and Delineances.
From him alone all mercies flow; All to thee, our God, we owe,
His arm alone subdues the for! Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the blessings of the fields,
2 Then praise this God, who bows his eaf All the stores the garden yields,
Propitious to his people's prayer ; Flocks that whiten all the plain,
And though deliv'rance he may slay,
Yet answers still in his own day. Yellow sheaves of ripen 'd grain; Lord, for these our souls shall raise 30 may this goodness lead our land, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand, 3 Clouds that drop their fatt’ning dews, The tribute of its love to bring, Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
To thee, our Saviour and our King: All the plenty summer pours,
4 Till every public temple raise Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; A song of triumph to thy praise ; Lord, for these our souls shall raise And every peaceful, private home Grateful vows and solemn praise.
To thee a temple shall become. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
5 Still be it our supreme delight Private bliss and public wealth,
To walk as in thy glorious sight; Knowledge, with its gladd’ning streams, Still in thy precepts and thy fear, Pure religion's holier beams;
Till life's last hour, lo persevere. word, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL Part 2
OCCASIONS 5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
BAPTISM. From its stem the rip'ning ear,
HYMN LXXXVI. III. 3. Though the sick’ning flock should fall, SAVIOUR! who thy flock art feeding And the herd desert the stall;
With the shepherd's kindest care, Still to thee our souls shall raise
All the feeble gently leading, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
While the lambs thy bosom share; 6 Should thine aller'd hand restrain 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Th' early and the latter rain,
Fold them in thy gracious arm Blast each op'ning bud of joy.
There, we know-thy word believingAnd the rising year destroy:
Only there, secure from harm. Still to thee our souls shall raise
3 Never from thy pasture roving, Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Let them be the Lion's prey; 7 Life and grace. whale'er our wo,
Let thy Lenderness, so loving, Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Keep them all life's dang 'rous way: 'Though of early hopes bereft,
4 Then, within thy fold eternal, Yet our hope of heat 'n is left ; And for these our souls shall raise
Let them find a resting place ; Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of thy grace.
HYMN LXXXVII S. M.
THE gentle Saviour calle
Our children to his breast; The rolling seasons, as they move,
He folds them in his gracious arms, Proclaim thy constant care.
Himself declares them blest