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HYMN 30. 75. 
FATHER, live, by all things fear'd;
Live the Son, alike revered;
Equally be thou ador'd,
Holy Ghost, eternal Lord.
2 Three in person, one in power,
Thee we worship evermore;
Praise by all to thee be given,
Endless theme of earth and heaven.
HYMN 31. H. M. 
I GIVE immortal praise
To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here, ,
And better hopes above: He sent his own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting wo:
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
3 To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live;
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
4 Almighty God, to thee
Be endless honors done;
The undivided Three,
And the Mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her powers
There faith prevails, and love adores.
HYMN 32. C. M.
HAIL, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost !
One God in persons three;
Of thee we make our joyful boast,
And homage pay to thee.
2 Present alike in every place,
Thy Godhead we adore :
Beyond the bounds of time and space
Thou dwell'st for ever more.
3 In wisdom infinite thou art,
Thine eye doth all things see;
And every thought of every heart,
Is fully known to thee.
4 Whate'er thou wilt in earth below
Thou dost in heaven above :
But chiefly we rejoice to know
Th’ almighty God of Love.
5 Thou lov'st whate'er thy hands have made;
Thy goodness we rehearse,
In shining characters display'd
Throughout our universe.
6 Mercy with love, and endless grace,
O'er all thy works doth reign;
But mostly thou delight'st to bless
Thy favorite creature Man.
HYMN 33. C. M. 
ON man, in his own image made,
How much did God bestow!
The whole creation homage paid,
And own'd him Lord below.
2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor'd
With sweets for ev'ry sense :
And there with his descending Lord,
He walked in confidence.
3 But oh! by sin how quickly chang'd!
His honor forfeited ;
His heart from God and truth estrang'd,
His conscience filled with dread.
4 Now from his Maker's voice he flies,
Which was before his joy:
And thinks to hide amidst the trees,
From an all-seeing eye,
5 Compelld to answer to his name;
With stubbornness and pride,
He cast on God himself the blame,
Nor once for mercy cried. 6 But grace, unmask'd, his heart subdu'd,
And all his guilt forgave:
By faith the promis'd SEED he view'd
And felt the power to save.
HYMN 34. C. M.
VAIN are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built ;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions guilt. 2 Let Jew and Gentile silent bow,
Without a murmuring word; Let all the race of man confess
Their guilt before the Lord. 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now;
Since to convince and to condemn
Is all the law can do.
4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grade!
When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness
That makes the sinner just.
GREAT King of glory and of grace!
We own with humble shame, How vile is our degen’rate race,
And our first father's name.
2 We live estranged, afar from God,
And love the distance well;
With haste we run the dangerous road,
That leads to death and hell.
3 And can such rebels be restored !
Such natures made divine! Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,
And feel this power of thine.
4 We raise our father's name on high,
Who his own Spirit sends,
To bring rebellious strangers nigh,
And turn his foes to friends.
HYŇN 36. L. M. 
LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall,
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
The law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.
3 Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O, make me wise betimes to see,
My danger and my remedy.
4 Behold, I fall before thy face,
My only refuge is thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.
5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
6 Jesus, my lord, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow,
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
HYMN 37. C. M. 
HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains !
And Satan binds our captive souls,
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:
Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a faithful Lord.
3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord !
O help my unbelief.