4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns,
And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins !]
5 [Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?

6 What mortal power from things unclean
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring?]

7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean;

While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.

8 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first:

Hosanna to that sovereign power
That new-creates our dust.

HYMN 58. L. M.

The devil vanquished; or, Michael's war with the dragon, Rev. xii. 7.

attempt to sing

OW to the Lord, that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,

Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he that cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his richest blood;
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

3 To Jesus our atoning Priest,
To Jesus our superior King,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue his glory sing.

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Chief general of the Eternal King, And fought the battles of our God. 2 Against the dragon and his host The armies of the Lord prevail: In vain they rage, in vain they boast, Their courage sinks, their weapons fail. 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump of triumph blown, And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. 4 Now is the hour of darkness past,

Christ hath assumed his reigning power; Behold the great accuser cast Down from the skies, to rise no more. 5 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the tempter down; Twas by thy word and powerful name They gained the battle and renown. 6 Rejoice, ye heavens, let every star Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war, Raise your Deliverer's name on high.

The virgin Mary's song; or, The promised
Messiah born, Luke i. 46, &c.

UR souls shall magnify the Lord,
in God the Saviour we rejoice;
While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same spirit tune four voice.
2 [The Highest saw her low estate,
And mighty things his hand hath done:
His overshadowing power and grace
Makes her the mother of his Son.
3 Let every nation call her blessed,
And endless years prolong her fame;
But God alone must be adored;
Holy and reverend is his name.]

4 To those that fear and trust the Lord
His mercy stands for ever sure:
From age to age his promise lives,
And the performance is secure.

And every eye shall see him move;
Though with our sins we pierced him once,
Then he displays his pardoning love.

5 The unbelieving world shall wail
While we rejoice to see the day:
Come, Lord; nor let thy promise fail,
Nor let thy chariots long delay.

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HYMN 62. C. M.

Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, worshipped by all the creation, Rev. v. 11, 12, 13.

COWE, let us join our cheerful songs

With angels round the throne;

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry,
To be exalted thus:'

Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply,
For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;

And blessings more than we can give,'
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

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Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN 63. L. M.

Christ's humiliation and exaltation,
Rev. v. 12.

WHAT equal honours shall we bring

To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing

Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groaned and died,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side.

3 Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemned at Pilate's bar:
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charged with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustained amazing loss:
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.

'Tis no surprising thing

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That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.

Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

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Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 65. L. M.

The kingdoms of the world become the king. doms of our Lord; or, The day of judgment, Rev. xi. 15-18.

ET the seventh angel sound on high,

and through all the sky;

Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come:
Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain,
For ever live, for ever reign.

3 The angry nations fret and roar,

That they can slay the saints no more;
On wings of vengeance flies our God
To pay the long arrears of blood.
4 Now must the rising dead appear,
Now the decisive sentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.

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HYMN 66. L. M.

Christ the King at his table, Cant. i. 2-5, 12, 13, 17.

L'ile interest in his heavenly love! ET him embrace my soul, and prove

The voice that tells me, 'Thou art mine,'
Exceeds the blessings of the vine.

2 On thee the anointing Spirit came,
And spreads the savour of thy name;
That oil of gladness and of grace
Draws virgin souls to meet thy face.
3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms,
My soul shall fly into thine arms;
Our wandering feet thy favours bring
To the fair chambers of the King.

4 [Wonder and pleasure tunes our voice
To speak thy praises and our joys:
Our memory keeps this love of thine
Beyond the taste of richest wine.]

5 Though in ourselves deformed we are,
And black as Kedar tent appear,
Yet when we put thy beauties on,
Fair as the courts of Solomon.

16 [While at his table sits the King,
He loves to see us smile and sing;
Our graces are our best perfume,
And breathe like spikenard round the room.]
7 As myrrh new bleeding from the tree,
Such is a dying Christ to me;

And while he makes my soul his guest,
My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest.

8 [No beams of cedar or of fir

Can with thy courts on earth compare;
And here we wait until thy love
Raise us to nobler seats above.]

HYMN 67. L. M.

Seeking the pastures of Christ the Shepherd,

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THOU

Cant. i. 7.

whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy, and earthly love,
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know
Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow?

2 Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.
3 Why should thy bride appear like one
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.

4 [The footsteps of thy flock I see;
Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with thy wounds, and groans, & tears.
5 His dearest flesh he makes my food,
And bids me drink his richest blood;
Here to these hills my soul will come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.]

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HYMN 68. L. M.

The banquet of love, Cant. ii. 1-4, 6, 7.

BEHOLD the Rose of Sharon here,

The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
2 Amongst the thorns so lilies shine,
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Saviour proves
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
3 Beneath his cooling shade I sat
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast
To feed my eyes and please my taste.
4 [Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace,
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

5 With living bread and generous wine
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me,

He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.]

6 O never let my Lord depart,

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Lie down and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move,

Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.

HYMN 69. L. M.

Christ appearing to his church, and seeking her company, Cant. ii. 1-13.

THE voice of my Beloved sounds
Over the rocks and rising grounds,
O'er hills of guilt, and seas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.

2 Now through the veil of flesh I see
With eyes of love he looks at me;
Now in the gospel's clearest glass
He shows the beauties of his face.

3 Gently he draws my heart along
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
'Rise,' saith my Lord, make haste away,
No mortal joys are worth thy stay.

4 The Jewish wintry state is gone,

The mists are fled, the spring comes on, 'The sacred turtle-dove we hear 'Proclaim the new, the joyful year. 5 The immortal vine of heavenly root 'Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit: Lo, we are come to taste the wine; Our souls rejoice and bless the vine. 6 And when we hear our Jesus say,

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Rise up, my love, make haste away!' Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And leave all earthly loves behind.

HYMN 70. L. M.

Christ inviting, and the church answering the invitation, Cant. ii. 14, 16, 17.

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ARK, the Redeemer from on high Sweetly invites his favourites nigh; From caves of darkness, and of doubt," He gently speaks, and calls us out : 2 My dove, who hidest in the rock, 'Thine heart almost with sorrow broke, 'Lift up thy face, forget thy fear,

And let thy voice delight mine ear. 3 Thy voice to me sounds ever sweet; My graces in thy countenance meet; Though the vain world thy face despise, "Tis bright and comely in mine eyes.' 4 Dear Lord, our thankful heart receives The hope thine invitation gives: To thee our joyful lips shall raise The voice of prayer and of praise.]

5 [I am my Love's, and he is mine;
Our hearts, our hopes, our passions join:
Nor let a motion, nor a word,
Nor thought arise to grieve my Lord.
6 My soul to pastures fair he leads,
Amongst the lilies where he feeds;
Amongst the saints (whose robes are white,
Washed in his blood) is his delight.
7 Till the day break, and shadows flee,
Till the sweet dawning light I see,
Thine eyes to me-ward often turn,
Nor let my soul in darkness mourn.
8 Be like a hart on mountains green,
Leap o'er the hills of fear and sin;
Nor guilt nor unbelief divide
My Love, my Saviour, from my side.]

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HYMN 71. L. M.

Christ found in the street, and brought to the church, Cant. iii. 1-5.

FTEN I seek my Lord by night.
Jesus, my love, my soul's delight:
With warm desire and restless thought
I seek him oft, but find him not.
2 Then I arise, and search the street
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
'Where did you see my soul's delight?'
3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray:
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in mine embrace.

4 [I bring him to my mother's home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come
To Sion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.
5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierced for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.]
6 I charge you, all ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin nor hell come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.

HYMN 71. L. M.

The coronation of Christ, and espousals of the church, Cant. iii. 2.

DAUGHTERS of our and of gold Which the glad church with joys unknown Placed on the head of Solomon.

AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold

2 Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring,
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
3 Let every act of worship be

Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first received thy pledge of love.
4 The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay,
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
5 Each following minute as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are raised to sing thy name
At the great supper of the Lamb.

6 O that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation-day;
The King of Grace shall fill the throne,
With all his Father's glories on.

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HYMN 73. L. M.

The church's beauty in the eyes of Christ, Cant. iv. 1, 10, 11, 7, 9, 8.

K'fection sounds in every word,

IND is the speech of Christ our Lord,

'Lo, thou art fair, my love,' he cries, 'Not the young doves have sweeter eyes, 2 [Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice Salutes mine ear with secret joys, 'No spice so much delights the smell, 'Nor milk nor honey taste so well.] 3 Thou art all fair, my bride, to me, 'I will behold no spot in thee:' What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms! 4 Defiled and loathsome as we are. He makes us white,, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heavenly dress, His graces and his righteousness. 5My sister and my spouse,' he cries, 'Bound to my heart with various ties,

Thy powerful love my heart detains 'In strong delight and pleasing chains.' 6 He calls me from the leopard's den, From this vile world of beasts and men, To Zion, where his glories are; Not Lebanon is half so fair.

7 Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains,
Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains,
Shall hold my feet, nor force my stay,
When Christ invites my soul away.

HYMN 74. L. M.

The church the garden of Christ, Cant. iv. 12, 14, 15, and v. 1.

WE are a garden walled around,

Chosen, and made peculiar ground;
A little spot enclosed by grace
Out of the world's wide wilderness.

2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand,
Planted by God the Father's hand,
And all his springs in Zion flow,
To make the young plantation grow.
3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come,
Blow on this garden of perfume;
Spirit divine, descend, and breathe
A gracious gale on plants beneath.

2 From the fair chambers of the east
The circuit of his race begins,
And without weariness or rest,
Round the whole earth he flies and shines.

3 O like the sun may I fulfil

The appointed duties of the day,
With ready mind and active will
March on, and keep my heavenly way.
4 [But I shall rove, and lose the race,
If God my sun should disappear,
And leave me in the world's wild maze
To follow every wandering star.

5 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure,
Enlightening our beclouded eyes,
Thy threatenings just, thy promise sure,
Thy gospel makes the simple wise.]

6 Give me thy counsels for my guide,
"And then receive me to thy bliss;
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compared with this.

HYMN 80. L. M.

An evening hymn, Psalm iv. 8. and iii. 5, 6. and cxliii. 8.

1 THUS far the Lord has led me on,

Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past,

He gives me strength for days to come.

3 I lay my body down to sleep,
Peace is the pillow for my head,
While well-appointed angels keep
Their watchful stations round my bed.

4 In vain the sons of earth or hell
Tell me a thousand frightful things,
My God in safety makes me dwell
Beneath the shadow of his wings.

5 [Faith in his name forbids my fear;
O may thy presence ne'er depart!
And in the morning make me hear
The love and kindness of thy heart.

6 Thus when the night of death shall come,
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground,
And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb,
With sweet salvation in the sound.]