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6 2 Surprising grace! and such were weg
By nature and by sin! Heirs of immortal misery,
Unholy and unclean.
0 3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood,
We're pardon'd through his names And the good Spirit of our God
Has sanctified our frame.
- 4 O for a persevering pow'r,
To keep thy just commands! We would defile our hearts no more,
No more pollute our hands. YORK
C 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war; o God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great. * Blest are the souls who thirst for grace,
funger and long for righteousness; o They shall be well supply'd and fed
With living streams and living bread. u5 Blest are the men, whose bowels move,
And melt with sympathy and love; - From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again. C 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are
From the defining pow'r of sin; (clean o With endless pleasure, they shall see
A God of spotless purity. ei Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife; o They shall be call’d the heirs of bliss,
Tlie sous of God, the God of peace. -- Blest are the suff'rers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; 1. Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; 9 Giory and joy are their reward.
HYMN 10S. C. M. Not ashamed of the Gospel. 2 Tim. i, 12. 01
M not asham'd to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause;
The glory of his cross. € 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,
His name is all my trust:
Nor let my hope be lost.
Nor sense por reason known, What joys the Father has prepard
For those that love the Son.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure,
'Till the decisive hour.
Dead to Sin by the Cross of CHRIST.
Rom. vi, 1, 2, 6.
HiThen will he own my worthless name,
Before his Father's face; And in the new Jerusiem Appoint my soul a place.
BRIDGE. ST. Axxs.
01 NIIERE is a house, not made with
Eternal, and on high; [hands, e And here my spirit waiting stands,
"Till God shall bid it tly.
4 “The woman's Seed shall be my Son, He shall destroy what thou hast done: Shall break thy head, and only feel
Thy malice raging at his heel.” --5He spake--and bid four thousand years
Roll on; at length his Son appeai's; $ Angels with joy descend to earth,
And sing the young Redeemer's birth. p 6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; --But as he hung 'twist earth and skies, o He gave their prince a fatal blow, u And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below.
e 2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv’d and fall; s Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call. -3 'Tis he by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for hear'n; And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv'n.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon his word; e But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.
-5 "Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see; o We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee.
HYMN 111. C. M.
Salvation by Grace. Titus iii, 3, 7.
2 On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face;
To dwell upon thy grace.
Our joys divinely grow, Unspeakable, like those above, mind heav'n begias below. Dover.
HYMN 116. L. M.
bro’t by Christ, a nobler name,
Descending from above. Love to God and our Neighbour. Matt. xxii, 37 40.
2 Amidst the house of God,
Their diff'rent works were done; 1 THUS saith the first, and great Moses a faithful servant stood. THUS command,
But Christ a faithful Son. "Let all thy inward pow’rs unite, To love thy Maker and thy God,
3 Then to his new commands With utmost vigour and delight.
Be strict obedience paid;
O’er all his father's house he stands, 2 Then shall thy neighbour, next in The Sov’reign and the head. Share thine affection and esteem;[place, And let thy kindness to thyself,
4 The man who durst despise Measure and rule thy love to him.”
The law that Moses brought!
p Behold! how terribly he dies-3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
For his presumptuous fault.
5 But sorer vengeance falls And the whole law's fulfill'd by love.
On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, a 4 But 0, how base our passions are!
And dare resist his gracc. How cold our charity and zeal!
ORANGE. AYLEŞBURI. -Lord, fill our souls with hear’nly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.
HYMN 119. C. M.