And truth and pow'r both undertook
The whole should be fulfill'd.

4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love,
In all their glory shone;
When Jesus left the courts above,
And dy'd to save his own.

5 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love,
Are equally display'd;

Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above,
Our advocate and head.

6 Now sin appears deserving death,
Most hateful and abhor'd;

And yet the sinner lives by faith,
And dares approach the Lord.

HYMN 33. L. M.

Divinity of Christ. John i. 1, 3, 14. and
Col. i. 16. and Eph. iii. 9, 10.

ERE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad,

From everlasting was the Word ;

With God he was, the Word was God,
And must divinely be ador'd.

2 By his own pow'r were all things made;
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 Ere sin was horn, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning stars;
Thy generation who can tell?

Or count the number of thy years?

4 But lo! he leaves those heav'nly forms
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may hold converse with worms,
Dress'd in such feeble flesh as they.

5 Mortals, with joy behold his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son;
How full of truth! how full of grace!
When through his eyes the Godhead shone.
6 Archangels leave their high abode,
To learn new myst'ries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Emmanuel.

HYMN 34. Sevens.

Praise for the Incarnation.

WEETER sounds than music knows,
Charm me in Emmanuel's name ;

All her hopes my spirit owes

To his birth, and cross, and shame.

2 When he came, the angels sung,

5 Glory be to God on high;"

Lord, unloose my stramm'ring tongue,
Who shall louder sing than I?

3 Did the LORD a man become,
That he might the law fulfil,
Bleed and suffer in my room,

Canst thou then, my tongue, be still? 4 No, I must my praises bring,

Though they worthless are and weak;
For should I refuse to sing,

Sure the very stones would speak.
5 0 my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, glorious Friend;
Ev'ry precious name in one,

I will love thee without end.

HYMN 35. C. M.

Atonement and Sanctification:

ALAS! by nature how deprav'd,

How prone to every ill!

Our lives to Satan how enslav'd,
How obstinate our will!

2 And can such sinners be restor❜d,
Such rebels reconcil'd?
Can grace sufficient means afford
To make the foe a child?

3 Yes, grace has found the wond'rous means
Which shall effectual prove;
To cleanse us from our countless sins,
And teach our hearts to love.

4 JESUS for us a ransom paid,
And dy'd that we might live S
His blood a full atonement made,
And cry'd aloud, FORGIVE.

5 Yet one thing more must grace provide;
To bring us home to God;
Or we shall slight the Lord who dy'd,
And trample on his blood.

6 The Holy Spirit must reveal

The Saviour's work and worth: Then the hard heart begins to feel A new and heavenly birth.

7 Thus bought with blood, and born again; Redeem'd and sav'd by grace;

Rebels, in God's own house obtain
A son's and daughter's place:

HYMN 36. L. M.

The Gospel of Christ.

GOD in the gospel of his Son,

Makes his eternal counsels known: 'Tis here his richest mercy shines, And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

2 Here sinners of an humble frame, May taste his grace and learn his name ; 'Tis writ in characters of blood, Severely just, immensely good.

3 Here, Jesus in ten thousand ways,
His soul-attracting charms displays!
Recounts his poverty and pains,
And tells his love in melting strains.
4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
And bids the drooping saint revive.
5 Our raging passion it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls ;
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart and near my eye,
"Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage.

HYMN 37. As 148th Psa.
The Jubilee.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound!

Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound;

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,

Through all the lands proclaim,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard❜ning grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
5 Jesus, our great high priest,
Has full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits rest;

Ye mournful souls be glad!

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

HYMN 38. Eights and Sixes.

Christ's Infancy.

SIGHT of anguish ! view it near,
What weeping innocence is here,
A manger for his bed;

The brutes yield refuge to his woe,
Men worse than brutes no pity show,
Nor give him friendly aid.