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2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine
In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels lost in sin,




And doom'd to endless woe.

The Almighty Former of the skies
Stoop'd to our mean abode;

While angels view'd with wondering eyes,
And hail'd the incarnate God.

O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss a boundless store!

Permit me, Lord, to call thee mine;

I cannot wish for more.

On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall,

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my All.

HYMN 164.

The name of Jesus.

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build;
My shield and hiding place;

My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of



4 Jesus! my Saviour, shepherd, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

HYMN 165.

Rejoicing in Christ Jesus.

1 THOU great Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
No music like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be:
O may we ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec.

2 Jesus shall be our constant theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing the Saviour's lovely name,
When all things else decay:
When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all his favour'd throng,

Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,

And Jesus be our song.


HYMN 166.

Man honoured above angels.

1 NOW let us join with hearts and tongues, And emulate the angels' songs;

Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.

2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain ; But we can add a higher strain;

Not only say,
But that he suffer'd all for us.

"He suffer'd thus,"

3 Jesus, who pass'd the angels by,
Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die;
And still he makes it his abode;
As man he fills the throne of God.
4 Our next of kin, our brother now,
Is he to whom the angels bow;

They join with us to praise his name,
But we the nearest interest claim.

5 But ah! how faint our praises rise !
Sure 'tis the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share his richest love,
So cold and unconcern'd should prove.

6 O glorious hour! it comes with speed,
When we, from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the God who died for man,
And praise him more than angels can.

HYMN 167.

By grace ye are saved."

1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.




Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

HYMN 168.


1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears;


A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.


Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

While all the armies of the sky,

Conspire to raise the sound.

HYMN 169.

"Now are we the sons of God."

1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow'd

On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!







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 purify our souls from 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.

We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne:
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,

And thou the kindred own.

HYMN 170.

"Ye are come unto Mount Sion."

NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke.

But we are come to Sion's hill,
The city of our God;

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3 Behold the innumerable host

Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!

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