5

New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.

Stung by the scorpion sin,
My poor expiring soul
The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole:
See there my Lord upon the tree!
I hear, I feel he died for me.

6 O unexampled love!

7

O all-redeeming grace!
How swiftly didst thou move
To save a fallen race:
What shall I do to make it known,
What thou for all mankind hast done?

O for a trumpet voice,

On all the world to call;
To bid their hearts rejoice
In him who died for all!
For all my Lord was crucified!
For all, for all my Saviour died.
8 To serve thy blessed will,
Thy dying love to praise,
Thy counsel to fulfil,

And minister thy grace:
Freely what I receive to give,
The life of heaven on earth to live.

Hymn 148. Р. М.

1A RISE, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears,

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

2

Before the throne my Surety stands
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;
His blood aton'd for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear anointed One:

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son:
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
5 My God is reconcil'd,

His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba Father! cry.

Y God, I am thine, what

MY

a

comfort [mine!

divine, What a blessing to know that my Jesus is In the heavenly Lamb, thrice happy I am; And my heart doth rejoice at the sound of his

sound:

2 True pleasures abound in the rapturous [found: And whoever hath found it, hath paradise My Jesus to know and feel his blood flow, 'Tis life everlasting, 'tis heaven below!

3 Yet onward I haste to the heavenly feast; That, that is the fulness; but this is the taste; And this I shall prove, till with joy I remove To the heaven of heavens in Jesus's love.

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Hymn 150. C. М.

THY

HY ceaseless unexhausted love,
Unmerited and free,
Delights our evil to remove,
And help our misery.

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still:
Thou dost with sinners bear;
That sav'd, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me,
To every soul abound;
A vast unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd!
4 Its streams the whole creation reach;
So plenteous is the store;
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore!

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,
A rock that cannot move;
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love!
6 Throughout the universe it reigns,
Unalterably sure;

And while the truth of God remains,
His goodness must endure.

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Hymn 151. P. M.

REJOICE, the Lord is

King;

Your Lord and King adore;

Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore ;
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice,
Rejoice again, I say rejoice.

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns

The God of truth and love,
When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above:

Lift up your hearts, &c.

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given;

Lift up your hearts, &c.

4 He sits at God's right hand
Till all his foes submit,
And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet;
Lift up your hearts, &c.

5 He all his foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy;
Lift up your hearts, &c.

Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jesus the Judge shall come;

1

And take his servants up

To their eternal home;
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

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Hymn 152. Р. М.

TELL me no more of this world's vain

store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country I've found, where true joys abound, To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe in paradise live, And me in that number will Jesus receive: My soul, don't delay-he calls thee away, Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength, and comfort-go after

him, go;

Lo onward I move to a city above, [prove. None guesses how wond'rous my journey will 4 Great spoils I shall win from death, hell, [within:

and sin,

'Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry, For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why: 5 But this I do find, we two are so join'd, He'll not live in glory and leave me behind: So this is the race I'm running through grace, Henceforth-till admitted to see my Lord's

face.

6 And now I'm in care my neighbours may share These blessings: to seck them will none of

you dare?