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2 Men call’d me Christian, and my heart

On that delusion fondly stay'd;
Moral my hopes, my Saviour self,

Till mighty grace the cheat display’d. 3 Thanks to the hand that wak'd my dream,

That shew'd me wretched, naked, poor; That sweetly led me to the rock,

Where all falvation stands fecure. 4 Glad, 1 forsook my righteous pride,

My moral, tarnish'd, sinful drefs;
Exchang’d my drofs

And found the robe of righteousness.


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ESUS, thou everlasting King,

Accept the tribute which we bring ; Accept the well-deserv'd renown,

And wear our praises as thy crown. 2. Let ev'ry act of worship be,

Like our espousals, LORD, to thee; Like the blest hour, when from above

We first receiv'd the pledge of love. 3 The gladness of that happy day,

O may it ever, ever ftay!
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Our hope decline, nor love grow.cold.

4 Each following minute as it flies,

Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are rais'd to sing thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

HYMN 228.

GOD ALL IN AL L. PSA L M xviii. 46.

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The great Jehovah reigns

Upon a throne sublime ; And from his own eternity,

Sees the wide wastes of time. 2 This great JEHOVAH's mine,

The saint in rapture cries; And to this everlasting rock

My joyful spirit Aies.
3. From this immortal spring

Immense salvation Aows;
And with the wonders of his love

My grateful bofom glows. , 4 His name shall be my song

While life and breath are giv'n And his unceasing praise shall run

Thro' all the days of heav'n.




Strange that so much of heav'n & hell

Shou'd in one bosom meet!
LORD! can thy Spirit ever dwell

Where Satan has a feat.
2 Now I am all transform'd to love,

And cou'd expire in praise ;
Then foon not all the joys above

One cheerful note can raise.
3 When I with pensive thoughts review

The mazes I have trod,
Astonish'd at the grace that drew

My wand'ring foul to God. 4 O with what ardent zeal I vow

A rectitude within !
What indignation fires me now

Af-the mere thoughts of fin ! 5 Yet vain amusements, hurrying cares,

Trifles of loss or gain,
Or carnal joy's, or worldly fears,

Seduce my heart again. 6 By faithful hopes, and golden dreams,

I'm nurtur'ā, or betray'd ;
Still cost between the two extremes,

Too vain, or too dismay'd.


Decide the dubious, awful cafe

By some affuring lign;
And O may thy all-conqu’ring grace

Demonstrate I am thine.

HYMN 230



JOHN xix. 34.

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Y Saviour's pierced fide

Pour'd out a double flood;
By water we are purify'd,

And pardon'd by thy blood.
2 Look up, my soul, to him, ,

Whose death was thy desert;
And humbly view the living stream

Flow from his breaking heart.
3 There on the cursed tree

In dying pangs he lies,
Fulfils his Father's great decree,

And all our wants supplies.
4 Thus the redeemer came

By water and by blood;
And when the Spirit speaks the fame,

We feel his witness good.
5 LORÐ, cleanse my soul from fin,

Nor let thy grace depart;
Great Comforter, abide within,

And witness to my heart.

HYMN 231.

O For an overcoming faith

To chear my dying hours, * To triumph o'er the monster, death,

And all his frightful pow'rs. 2 Joyful with all the strength I have,

My quiv'ring lips shou'd fing, 6 Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave?

“ And where the monster's sting?" 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure;

Death has no sting beside ;
The law gives sin its damning pow'ri

But CHRIST, my ransom, dy’d. 4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conqu’rors while we die,

Thro' CHRIst our living head.

HY MN 232



Eset with snares on ev'ry hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand : Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light, To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

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