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4 Thither we travel, nor intend

short of that Bliss to rest :
Nor we, 'till in the Sinner's Friend

our weary Souls are bless’d. 5 Friends of the Bridegroom we shall reign,

Saviour, we ask no more ;
Hail Lamb of God, for Sinners slain,
whom Heav'n and Earth adore !

HY MN CXL.
I TESU, Lover of my Soul,

Let me to thy Bofom fly,
While the nearer Waters roll,

While the Tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

'Till the Storm of Life is past:
Safe into the Haven guide,
O receive

my

Soul at last! 2 Other Refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless Soul on thee;
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:
All my Trust on thee is stay'd,
All mine Help from thee I bring,

defenceless Head
With the Shadow of thy Wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,

More than All in thee I find :
Raile the Fallen, chear the Faint,

Heal the Sick, and lead the Blind.
Just and holy is thy Name,

Cover my

JEME

I am all Unrighteousness!
Vile and full of Sin I am,

Thou art full of Truth and Grace. 4 Plenteous Grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my Sin:
Let the healing Streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of Life the Fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee,
Spring thou up within my Heart,
Rile to all Eternity!

H Y M N CXLI.
I

ESU, thy Blood and Rightcousness,

My Beauty are, my glorious Dress; 'Midit flaming Worlds in these array'd,

With Joy shall I lift up my Head.
. When from the Dust of Deaih I rife

To claim my Mansion in the Skies,
Ev'n then shall this be all my Plea;

Jesus hath liv'd and dy'd for me.
3 Bold shall I ftand in that great Day,

For who ought to my Charge shall lay?
Fully thro' thee absolvd I am

From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame. 4 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,

Thus all the Armies bought with Blood, Saviour of Singers thee proclaim,

Sinners of whom the Chief I am. $ This spotless Robe the same appears

When ruin'd Nature finks in Years!

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No Age can change its glorious Hue,

The Grace of Christ is ever new.
6 O let the Dead now hear thy Voice,

Now bid ihv banish'd Ones rejoice,
Their Beauty this, their glorious Dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

H Y M N CXLII.
THE God of Abram praise,

Who reigns enthron'd above;
Antient of everlasting Days,

And God of Love.
Jehovah, great I AM!

By Earth and Heav'n confeft;
I bow and bless the sacred Name,

For ever bless’d.
The God of Abram praise,

At wnofe fupreme Command,
From Earth I rife---and seek the Joys' A

At his Right-Hand ;
I all on Earth forsake,

Its Wisdom, Fame and Paw'r;
And him ry only Portion make,

My Shield and Tow'r,
3 The God of Abram praise,

Whofe alt-fufficient Grace
Shall guide me all my happy Days

In all my Ways:
He calls a Worm hs Friend!

He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the End,

Thro' Jesu's Blood,

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4 He by himself hath sworn,

I un his Oath depend,
I shall, on Eagle's Wings up born,

To Heav'n ascend:
I shall behold his Face,
I shall his Pow'r adore,
And fing the Wonders of his Grace

- For evermore. 5

Tho' Nature's Strength decay,

And Earth and Hell withstand,
To Canaan's Bounds I urge my Way,

At his Command:
The wat’ry Deep I pass,

With Jesus in my View;
And thro' the howling Wilderness,

My Way pursue.
6 The goodly Land I fee,

With Peace and Plenty bless’d;
A Land of sacred Liberty,

And endless Reft;
There Milk and Honey flow,

And Oil and Wine abound,
And Trees of Life for ever grow,

With Mercy crown'd. 7

There dwells the Lord our King,

The Lord our Righteousness;
Triumphant o'er the World and Sin,

The Prince of Peace:
On Sion's sacred Height,
His Kingdom still maintains ;

And

And glorious with his Saints in Light,

For ever reigns. 8 He keeps his own secure,

He guards them by his Side,
Arrays in Garments white and pure

His spotless Bride:
With Streams of sacred Bliss,

With Groves of living Joys,
With all the Fruits of Paradise,

He still supplies.
9 Before the great Three-One

They all exulting stand;
And tell the Wonders he hath done,

Thro’ all their Land:
The list’ning Spheres attend,

And swell the growing Fame;
And sing, in Songs which never end,

The wond'rous Name. 10 The God who reigns on high,

The great Arch-Angels fing,
And Holy, Holy, Holy, cry,

Almighty King!
Who was, and is the same;

And evermore shall be ;
Jehovah - Father-Great I Am !

We worship Thee.
II Before the Saviour's Face

The ransom'd Nations bow,
O’erwhelm’d at his almighty Grace,

For ever new:
He thews his Prints of Love

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