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For sin, and uncleanness, and every trans

gression,

His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

Chorus.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon,

W'ell praise him again, when we pass over Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair,

Now he calls you in mercy, and can you

forbear?

Though your sins are increas'd as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove them, it streams from this fountain.

3 Now Jesus our king, reigns triumphantly glorious;

O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious :

With shouting proclaim it,-O trust in his passion,

He saves us most freely ;-O glorious salvation.

4 Our Jesus proclaims his name all victorious, He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glori

ous;

To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,

And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation

5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore,

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With harps in our hands, we'll praise him

the more;

We'll range the sweet plains, on the banks of the river,

And sing of salvation forever, and ever.
HYMN 39. C. M.

The humble sinner's resolve.

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OME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve :-

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
"And there my guilt confess;
"I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
"Without his sov'reign grace.

4 "I'll to the gracious King approach,
"Whose sceptre pardon gives;
"Perhaps he may command my touch-
"And then the suppliant lives.

5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my prayer;
"But if I perish, I will pray,
"And perish only there.

6 "I can but perish if I go,
"I am resolv'd to try;
"For if I stay away, I know
"I must forever die."

Penitential.

HYMN 40. S. M.

Repentance from a sense of the Divine Goodness.

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And these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,.
Whence all our blessings flow?

2 To what a stubborn frame,
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 On us he bids the sun

Shed his reviving rays;
For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.

4 The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men:
But we, more base, more brutish things,

Reject his easy reign.

5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh ;

Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh.

6 Let base ingratitude

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Provoke our weeping eyes;

And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.

HYMN 41. C. M.

The contrite heart.

THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;—

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-" Return?"

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!

4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

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HYMN 42. C. M.

The Penitent.

ROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet,
A guilty rebel lies;

And upwards to the mercy seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which thou hast shed;
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive:

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Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

HYMN 43. P. M. 7.

Pleading for mercy.

OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall:

Hear, oh, hear my ardent cry,
Frown not, lest I faint and die.

2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Worst of rebels I have been!
Oft abus'd thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace!
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding broken heart;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal fire.

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