2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lor Hung on the cursed treeAnd groan'd away a dying life,

For thee, my soul, for thee.

-8 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine,
That crucify'd my God;
Those sins, that pierc'd and nail'd his
Fast to the fatal wood.
[flesh,

d 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die,
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

e 5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view,

o I'll raise revenge against my sins, Aud slay the murd❜rers too.

ISLE OF WIGHT. BANGOR.

HYMN 107. C. M.

The everlasting Absence of GOD intoi

'T

erable.

HAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

e 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sov'reign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, Depart!

e 3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear,

a 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.

p4 What to be banish'd for my life, And yet forbid to die!

To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death for ever fly!'

HYMN 114. C. M.

CHRIST's Death, Victory, and Dominion.

1 SING mySaviour's wond'rous death;-
He conquer'd when he fell;
'Tis finish'd! said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

2 'Tis finish'd! our Emmanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done!
Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.

4 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

5 The saints from his propitious eye,
Await their sev'ral crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terrour of his frowns.
CHRISTMAS. SUNDAY.

2 Let princes of exalted state

To hi aser be their crown;
Render then homage at his feet,
And cast their glories down.

S Know that his kingdom is supreme,
Your lofty thoughts are vain;
He calls you gods, that awful name,
But ye must die like men.

4 Then let the sov'reigns of the globe
Not dare to vex the just;
He puts on vengeance like a robe,
And treads the worms to dust.

e 5 Ye judges of the earth, be wise,
And think of heav'n with fear;
The meanest saint that you despise
Has an avenger there. BEDFORD.

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HYMN 118. L. M.

The Priesthood of CHRIST.

B

LOOD has a voice to pierce the skies,

• Revenge-the blood of Abel cries; But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,

Speaks peace-as loud from ev'ry vein.

-2 Pardon and peace from God on high;
Behold he lays his vengeance by;
And rebels, who deserve his sword,
Become the fav'rites of the Lord.

.3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who gave his life a sacrifice:
Now he appears before our God,
And, for our pardon, pleads his blood.
CASTLESTREET. LEEDS.

HYMN 119. C. M.

The Holy Scriptures.

ADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
Lay to thee, my Lord;
And not a glimpse of hope appears,
But in thy written word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief assuage:
Here I behold my Saviour's face,
Almost in ev'ry page.

3 [This is the field where hidden lies

The pearl of price unknown; That merchant is divinely wise, Who makes the pearl his own.]

[Here consecrated water flows, To quench my thirst of sin; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, No danger dwells therein.]

We walk by Faith, not by Sight.

T'S

1 IS by the faith of joys to come, We walk thro' deserts dark as night;

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"Till we arrive at heav'n our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

2 The want of sight she well supplies,
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

3 Cheerful we tread the desert thro',
While faith supplies a heav'nly ray;
Though lions roar and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.

4 So Abrah'm by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promis'd land, And fir'd his zeal along the road. BATH. ISLINGTON.

HYMN 130. C. M.

The new Creation.

TTEND, while God's exalted Son
Doth his own glory shew:

"Behold, I sit upon my throne,
"Creating all things new.

"Nature and sin are pass'd away, "And the old Adam dies; "My hands a new foundation lay"See the new world arise!

3 "I'll be a Sun of righteousness "To the new heav'ns I make; "None but the new-born heirs of grace "My glories shall partake.

HYMN 131. L. M.

The Excellency of the Christian Religion,

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ET everlasting glories crown Thy head, my Saviour, and my

Lord;

Thy hands have bro't salvation down,

And writ the blessings in thy word. 있다.

-3 In vain the trembling conscience seeks

Some solid ground to rest upon;

With long despair the spirit breaks,

'Till we apply to Christ alone.

eHow well thy blessed truths agree!

How wise and holy thy commands! -Thy p mises-how firm they be!

How firm our hope and comfort stands!

o 5 Not the feign'd fields of heath'nish bliss
Could raise such pleasures in the mind;
Nor does the Turkish paradise
Pretend to joys so well refin'd.

-6 Shonid all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treach'rous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.
CASTLE STREET. LEEDS.