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How chang'd his mortal form!
As dies away the form.
'Tis there the father beams divine
On Adam's naked race. 4 Lord Jesus come! From Tabor's mound,
Light the whole earth with glory round
HYMN LXXX. C. M. [foHN MURRAY.]
The Saviour's Mesage. : HARK, 'tis the Saviour of mankind,
Speaks to his chosen few ; 'Tis he who leads the wand'ring blind,
In ways they could not know. ? 'Tis he who says, "Go forth my friends,
Proclaim my truth to all;
That they might life obtain ;
4 What though my ransom'd may refuse,
The message to receive;
Yet ftill I came to save.
To blind my people's eyes;
From all beneath the skiss.
You now in faith declare ;
Will wipe off ev'ry tear.”
And wait the glorious day,
[DODRIDDGE.] Christ's condefcenfion. I SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,
How sweet thy gracious name!
On which thy mercy came.
Stood waiting on the wing,
Their great, etercal King: 3
For us mean, wretched, finful men,
# Bought wish thy service and thy blood,
We doubly, Lord, are thine ;
What beauty e’en in grief appears? He wept, he bled, he did for you!
What more, ye faints, could Jefus do ? · Enthron'd above with equal glow,
His warm affections downward flow;
And feels a sympathetic smart.
He knows the frailty of our frame,
Shares in our sorrows and our pains. HYMN LXXXIII. L. M. [WATTS' Psal. 69.] Christ's Pafion, and the finner's Salvation.
EEP in our hearts let us record
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
To overwhelm his holy foul.
While hosts of hell and pow'rs of death,
To execute, their curft delign.
Has made the curse a bleding prove;
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son,
Aton'd for fins which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord,
The honors of thy law restor'd :
And paid for follies not his own.
And let the mourning finner live :
The sufferings and glory of the Lamb.
OW for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal fon!
Tell the loud wonders he has done.
And the bright robes he wore above;
On wings of everlasting love. 3
Heil and its lions roar'd around,
Large as the loads of all our guilt.
Th' almighty captive pris'ner lay ;
And rose to everlasting day.
Up to his throne of shining grace ;
See what immortal glories sit,
Round the sweet beauties of his face,
Jesus the God, exalted reigns :
Unfelt, unknown to all below,
And sweats great drops of blood,
Nor pitying friend on earth is found ;
His death it must atone.
Amid the sleeping dead.”
Were heard before angelic thrones :