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HYMN 86. Tens and Elevens. Humble confidence in the Power and Grace of

Christ. Ou, tell me no more of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; A country l'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 do after him

go; Lo, onward I move, to a country above, None guesses how wond'rous my journey will

prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and

sin, 'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within: 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, to him I'm 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 'tis my care, my neighbours may

share These blessings ; to seek them will none of you

dare ? In bondage, Oh, why, and death will you lie, When one here assures you free grace is so nigh. HYMN 87. C. M.

Christ crowned as Lord of All. ALL hail the pow'r of Jesu's name! H. Let Angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem,

To crown Him Lord of All. 2 Let high born Seraphs tune the lyre,

And, as they tune it, fall
Before his face who tunes their choir,

And crown Him Lord of All. 3 Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,

He fix'd this floating ball ; Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown Him Lord of All. 4 Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God

Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown Him Lord of All.
5 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransom'd of the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by his grace,

And crown Him Lord of All.
6 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom David Lord did call; The God incarnate, Man divine,

And crown Him Lord of All. · 7 Sinners! whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall,
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown Him Lord of All.
8 Let ev'ry tribe, and ev'ry tongue,

That hear the Saviour's call, Now shout in universal song,

And crown Him Lord of All.

HYMN 88. L. M.
Christ the Bright and Morning Star.

Rev. xxii. 16.
VE worlds of light, that roll so near

The Saviour's throne of shining bliss, Oh, tell how mean your glories are, llow faint and few, compar'd with his. 2 We sing the bright and morning star, (Jesus, the spring of light and love ;) See how its rays diffus'd from far, Conduct us to the realms above. 3 Its cheering beams spread wide abroad, And guide the Christian in his way; Still as he goes he finds the road, Enlighten'd with a constant day. 4. When shall we reach the heav'nly place, Where this bright star will brightest shine; Leave far behind these scenes of night, And view a lustre all divine ?

HYMN 89. L. 11. Jehovah the true God. Psa. xcvii. TEHOVAH reigns, let all the earth

In his just government rejoice; Let all the isles with sacred mirth,

In his applause unite their voice. 2 Darkness and clouds, of awful shade;

His dazzling glory shroud in state ; Justice and truth, his guards are made,

And fix’d, by his pavillion, wait. 3 Devouring fire before his face,

His foes around with vengeance struck ; Ilis lightnings set the world on blaze,

Earth sawit, and with terror shook.

4 The proudest hills his presence felt,

Their height nor strength could help afford; The proudest hills like wax did melt,

In presence of th' Almighty Lord. 5 The heav'ns, his righteousness to show,

With storms of fire our foes pursu'd; And all the trembling world below,

Have his descending glory view'd 6 Glad Sion of thy triumph heard,

And Judah's daughters were o’er joy'd ; Because thy righteous judgments, Lord ;

Have Pagan pride and pow'r destroy'd. 7 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord;

Memorials of his holiness,
Deep in your faithful breasts record,
And with your thankful tongues confess.

HYMN 90. Eights.
Praising at the foot of the Cro88.
LOVE divine, what hast thou done!

Th’immortal God hath dy'd for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son,

Bore all my sins upon the tree ;
Th’immortal God forme hath dy'd;
The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
2 Sinners, behold, as ye pass by.

The bleeding Prince of life and peace ;
Come see, ye worms, your Maker die,

And say was ever grief like his?
Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd ;
The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.
3 is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring his people back to God ;

Believe, believe the record true,

His church is purchas'd with his blood ; Pardon and life flow from his side ; The Lord, my love, is crucify'd. 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And glaslly catch the healing stream ; All things for him account but dross,

And give up all our hearts to him ; Of nothing speak, or think beside ; The Lord, my love, is crucify'd.

HYMN 91. Eights and Sevens.

Love Divine. TOVE divine, all loves excelling, I Joy of heav'n to earth come down ! Fix in us thy humble dwelling;

All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art : Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Breathe, Oh, breathe thy loving spirit

Into ev'ry troubled breast : Let lis all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promis'd rest; Take away the love of sinning,

Take our load of gutlt away ; End the work of thy beginning,

Bring us to eternal day. 3 Carry on thy new creation,

Pure and holy may we be; Let us see our whole salvation,

Perfectly secur'd by Thee;

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