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3 Sing Oye heav'ns ! burst into praise

Thou earth and let the anthem roll,
'Till rocks and tombs shall hear the lays,
And light, and life, embrace the whole.
HYMN XL. L. M. [NEWTON.]

Friend.
POOR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am,

I have a rich almighty friend ;
Jesus, the Saviour is his name,

He freely loves and without end.
? He ransom'd me from hell with blood į
And by his power my foes control'd,
He found me wandring far from God,

And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 He cheers my heart, my warts supplies,

And says that I fhall shortly be
Enthron'd, with him above the ikies,
0! what a friend, is Chrift, to me.
HYMN XLI. c. M.

C. M. [COWPER.) ]

Fountain opened. 'T

'HERE is a fountain fil'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And finners plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty ftains.
? The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;
O may Į there, tho' vile as he,
Walh all my lips away!
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its pow'r,

Till all the ranfom'd church of God

Be fav’d, to fin no more.
4 E'er fincę, by faith, I saw the stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, i

And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue,

Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll fing thy power to fave. piti
HYMN XLII. L. M. [BEDDOME.]

Increase of the Church.
ISHOUT for the blessed Jesus reigns,

Thro’ distant lands his triumphs spread, And finners, freed from endless pains,

Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar, it

Daily at Zion's gate arrive ;
Those who were dead in fin before,

By sov'reign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,

O'ercome by his victorious pow'r ;
Princes in humble posture wait,

And proud blafphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,

Nations remore their off'rings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay

To their exalted God and King.
5 O may his conquests still increase,

And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue

L. M.

While angels celebrate his praise,

And faints his growing glories Chew, 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty fongs exalt his name,

In fongs, as lasting, as his love,
HYMN XLIII. [WATTS' PSALM 42.)

King of nations.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journies run ;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

'Till moons shall wax and wane no more, 2 For him shall endless pray’r be made,

And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfame shall rise,

With ev'ry morning sacrifice,
3 People and realms of ey'ry tongue,

Dwell on his love with sweetest song i
And infant voices shall proclaim,

Their early bleflings on his name.
4 Blellings abound where'er he reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains
The weary find eternal relt,
And all the fons of want are blest.
5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,

Dcath and the curse are known no more :
In him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings, than their father loft. 6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring,

Peculiar honors to their King ;

Angels defcend with songs again,
And earth repeat we long amen.
HYMN XLIV. P. M.

(WESLET'S COLL.] Kingdom of Chrift. ! ALL bail, incarnate God!

The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee, in sacred writ,
With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thing arm new trophies wear,
And monuments

of glory rear, 2 To thee the hoary head,

Its silver honors pays :
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days :
And ev'ry age their tribute bring,

And bow to thee, all conqu’ring King! 3 O habe, victorious Prince,

That happy glorious day,
When fouls like drops of dew,
Shall own thy gentle sway :
O may it bless our longing eyes,

And bear our shouts beyond the skies, 4 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Eternal be thy reign ;
Behold the nations sue
To wear thy gentle chain:
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand forever sure.

HYMN XLV. C.'m. [5. STENNETT.]

Mercy and Truth.
WHEN fra the God of boundless grace

his
To refcue our apoftate race

From mis’ry, shame and fin. 2 Quick through the realms of light and bliss,

The joyful tidings rạn,
Each heart exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.
3 Yet 'midst their joys they paus'd awhile,

And ask'd with strange surprise,
“ But how can injur'd justice smile,

Or look with pitying eyes?"
4 The son of God attentive heard,

And quickly thus reply'd,
" In îne let mercy be rever'd, :

And justice fatisfyd.
5 Behold 4 my vital blood I

pour;
A facrifice to God ;
Juftice divine will now no more

Demand, the finner's blood." 6 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung;

Praise, ev'ry tongue employs,
“ He dy'd," the friendly angels fung,
Nor cease their rapt'rous joys:
HYMN XLVI. C. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.]

Messenger of the Covenant.
JESUS, commiffion?d from above,

Descends to men belaw,

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