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4 Bought with thy service and thy blood,

We doubly, Lord, are thine;
To thee our lives we would devote,

To thee our death resign.

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The rich made poor for our sakes. 2 Cor. viii. 9. Matt.

viii. 20.

1 JESUS, how glorious is thy grace!

How excellent thy name !
Unclouded heaven 's in thy face,

Thou venerable Lamb.
2 Though thou wast rich in righteousness,

Divinely pure within ;
Yet didst thou feel hell's deep distress,

When made our curse and sin. 3 Though thou wast infinitely high

And rich, yet didst thou take
The deepest shame and poverty,

And for the sinner's sake :
4 That through thy poverty and loss,

We might be rich and bless'd;
And, by the labours of the cross,

Might gain eternal rest.
5 Our dearest Lord, we bless thy grace,

Thy wondrous love admire;
To see the beauties of thy face,

May all the world desire.
6 Live, Jesus, live for evermore;

Whilst all the sons of God
Thy glorious person shall adore,

And bless thy grace and blood.

86. L. M.
Jesus weeps for man. Luke xi. 35. Heb. v. 7.
i SO fair a face bedew'd with tears !

What beauty e'en in grief appears !
He wept, he bled, he died for you;

What more, ye saints, could Jesus do. 2 Enthron'd above, with equal glow

His warm affections downward flow;
In our distress he bears a part,

And feels a sympathetic smart.
3 Still his compassions are the same,

He knows the frailty of our frame;
Our heaviest burdens he sustains,
Shares in our sorrows, and our pains.

87. S. M.

Support in Death. Psa. xxij. 1 BEHOLD the gloomy vale,

Which thou, my soul! must tread, Beset with terrors fierce and pale,

That leads thee to the dead. 2 Ye pleasing scenes, adieu !

Which I so long have known:
My friends, a long farewell to you!

For I must pass alone. 3 But see! a ray of light,

With splendor all divine, Breaks through these dreary realms of night,

And makes their horrors shine.
4 Where death, where darkness reigns,

Jehovah is my stay,
His rod my trembling feet sustains,

His staff defends my way.

5 Great Shepherd ! lead me on ;

My soul disdains to fear;
Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown

Now life's great Lord is near.

88.

S. M.

Christ the Tree of Life. 1 BEHOLD the living tree,

Th’inspired prophet saw; Whose fruit is to all nations free,

Unguarded by the law. 2 No flaming swords defend

The garden's sacred ground; No dire denunciations rend

The ear, with piercing sound. 3 Come, and its fruit partake,

Its healing leaves apply ; Its virtues will re-animate

And raise your spirits high. 4 'Tis for the nations' use,

To heal their every wound; Its colours, and its balmy juice,

Make health and life abound. 5 'Tis Jesus Christ the Lord,

Prefigur'd by the tree;
The gospel is the healing word,

That sets the sinners free.

89.

L. M. Christ's humiliation and exaltation. Rev. i. 18. Philip. ii. 9, 10. 1 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 Power and dominion are his due,

Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Though he was charg'd with madness there. 3 All riches are his native right,

Yet he sustain’d amazing loss ;
To him ascribe eternal might,

Who left his weakness on the cross. 4 Honour immortal must be paid,

Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glories shine around his head,

And a bright crown without a thorn. 5 Blessings for ever on the Lamb,

Who bare the curse for wretched men!
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And

every creature say, Amen.

90.

L. M.
Christ's Ascension. Psa. xxiv.
1 LIFT up your heads, ye gates, and wide

Your everlasting doors display;
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,

And give the King of Glory way. 2 Who is the King of Glory?-He,

The Lord Omnipotent to save, Whose own right arm in victory

Led captive death, and spoild the grave. 3 Lift up your heads, ye gates, and high

Your everlasting portals heave; Welcome the King of Glory nigh;

Him let the heaven of heavens receive.

4 Who is the King of Glory?-Who?

The Lord of hosts ;-behold his name; The kingdom, power and honour due,

Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim.

91.

C. M. The perfect Law of Liberty. 1 BEHOLD that wise, that perfect law,

Which noblest freedom gives : O may it all our souls refine,

And sanctify our lives.
2 Not with a transient glance survey'd,

And in an hour forgot,
But deep inscribed on every heart,

To reign o'er every thought.
3 Great Author of each perfect gift!

Thy gracious power display,
That our ungrateful, wandering hearts

May hearken and obey.

92. L. M. Scripture Teachings, and their happy Consequences.. 1 BRIGHT source of intellectual rays !

Father of spirits and of grace !
O dart, with energy unknown,

Celestial beamings from thy throne. 2 Thy sacred book we would survey,

Enlightend with that heavenly day!
And seek thine influence with the word,

To teach our souls to know the Lord. 3 So shall our children learn the road,

That leads them to their father's God;
And form'd by lessons so divine,
Shall infant minds with knowledge shine.

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