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HYMN CCXI.

ISMISS us with thy Bleffing, LORD,
Help us to feed upon thy Word;

What Thou haft feen amifs forgive:
May CHRIST the Truth within us live!

Tho' we are guilty, Thou art good,
Wash all our Works in JEsu's Blood;
Give ev'ry fetter'd Soul release,
And bids us all depart in Peace.

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CCXII. S. M.

OSANNA to the Son

Of David and of GOD!

Who brought the News of Pardon down,
And fealed it with his Blood.

TO CHRIST, th' anointed KING,
Be endless Bleffings giv'n;

Let the whole Earth his Glory fing,

Who made our Peace with Heav'n.

Then let our Songs abound,

And ev'ry Tear be dry;

We're marching thro' IMMANUEL's Ground,

To fairer Worlds on high.

HYMN

CCXIII.

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GREAT REDEEMER of Mankind,
We praise thy holy Name;

Thy tender Care while Life fhall laft,
We'll to the World proclaim.

To Heav'n we raife a longing Thought,
And want thy Face to fee;

To quit this Tenement of Clay,

And dwell, Dear LORD, with Thee.

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TOFATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, Be Praise amidst the Heav'nly Hoft, And in the Church below;

From whom all Creatures draw their Birth, By whom Redemption bleft the Earth, From whom all Comforts flow.

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ATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
One God, whom we adore;

Join we with the Heav'nly Hoft
To praise Thee evermore :

Live, by Heav'n and Earth ador'd,
THREE in ONE, and ONE in THREE;
Holy, Holy, Holy LORD,

All Glory be to Thee.

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"O GOD who reigns enthron'd on high, To his dear Son, who deign'd to die, Our Guilt and Mifery to remove, To the bleft SPIR'T who Life imparts, Who rules in all believing Hearts, Be endlefs Glory, Praife and Love.

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C. M.

O FATHER, SON and HOLY GHOST,
One Gon whom we adore ;

Be Glory as it was, is now

And fhall be evermore.

75.

ING we to our God above Praise Eternal as his Love: Praise Him all ye Heav'nly Hoft, FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.

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O GOD the FATHER'S Throne,
Perpetual Honours raise
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Glory to Gon the SON,

To GOD the SPIRIT Praise,

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With all our Powers, Eternal KING,
Thy Name we fing, while Faith adores.

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75.

ATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, ONE in THREE, and THREE in ONE, As by the Coeleftial Hoft,

Let thy Will on Earth be done; Praife by all to Thee be giv'n,

Glorious LORD of Earth and Heav'n!

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104th.

IVE Glory to God, ye Children of Men,
And publish abroad again and again
The Son's Glorious Merit,

The FATHER's Free-Grace,

The Gift of the SPIRIT

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To Adam's loft Race.

L. M.

RAISE GOD, from whom all Bleffings flow, Praise Him all Creatures here below; Praife Him above, ye Heav'nly Hoft, Praife FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,

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HYMN CCXIV. L. M.

HECrofs! the Cross! O that's my Gain, Because on that the LAMB was flain 'Twas there my LORD was crucified; 'Twas there my SAVIOUR for me died.

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What wond'rous Caufe could move thy Heart,
To take on Thee my Curfe and Smart;
Well knowing that my Soul would be
So cold, fo negligent of Thee?

The Caufe was Love, I fink with Shame,
Before my facred JESU's Name;

That Thou shouldft bleed and flaughter'd be ; becaufe Thou lovedft me!

Becaufe

HYMN

CCXV. L. M.

ADEN with Guilt, Sinners, arife,
And view the bleeding Sacrifice;
Each purple Drop proclaims there's Room,
And bids the Poor and Needy come.†
Beneath his People's Crimes He ftood,
Sign'd their Acquittances in Blood :
Herein God's Juftice is appeas'd;
Sinners look up and be releas'd.
* Col. 1. 20. + Luke 14. 22.

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Mercy, Truth, Peace, and Righteousness,*
Beam from the Reconciler's Face;

Here look till Love diffolve your Heart,
And bid your flavish Fears depart.
Oh! quit the World's delufive Charms,
And quickly flee to Jesu's Arms :
Wrestle until your GoD is known,
Till you can call the LORD your own.†

HYMN CCXVI.

JESUS, Everlasting GOD,

8 8.6.

Who once for Sinners fhed thy Blood
Upon Mount Calvary;

And finish'd there Redemption's Toil,
And made loft Man thy happy Spoil:
All Glory be to Thee!

Fain would I think upon thy Pain,
And find therein my Life and Gain,
And fix my Heart and Mind
Upon thy Wounds and dying Love;
Nor from that Point my Heart remove,
But Reft and Safety find!

Content and glad I'll ever be

To have Salvation, LORD, from Thee,
Ev'n as a Sinner poor;
I nothing have, I nothing am;

My Treafure's in the Bleeding LAMB, §
Both now and evermore.

The more, through Grace, myself I know
The more content I am to bow,

And fink beneath thy Cross :

* Pfa. 85. 10.

+ Gen. 32. 26. § Mat. 6. 21.