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8 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes !
This day did Jesus rise.
That our Redeemer made;
Let all the church be glad! 5 Hosanna to the King,
Of David's royal blood!
Salvation from your God.
Which all this grace displays;
I The Jewish builders did refuse;
In spite of envy and the Jews.
The joy and wonder of our eyes;
The day that saw our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad;
Hosanna, let' his name be blest,
With peace, and light, and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring
Salvation to our 'dying race;
275. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Corner-Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 6. Lea. Xxviii. 16, 17 IT ORD, dost thou show a corner-stone
I For us to build our hopes upon,
Sublime in light beyond the skies?
Nor death nor hell these hopes shall move,
3 Thy people long this stone have tried.
Tis here our treinbling souls shall hide,
Fond of some quicksand of their own,
276. L. M. Mr. John Fawcett.
Bread of Life. John. vi. 35, 48.
Nor love, nor seek for heav'nly bread;
By which our needy souls are fed :
277. Mr. Hart. Fountain opened for Sinners. Zec. xlii. 1. ITHE fountain of Christ, Lord, help us to sing,
I The blood of our priest, our crucify'd King: The fountain that cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and health. Hy 2 This fountain from guilt not only makes pare, But gives, soon as felt, infallible cure,. Bat I gait removed, return and remain, Its powy may be proved again and again.
3 This fountain unseald, stands open for all Who long to be heal'd, the great and the small; Here's strength for the weakly that hither are led Here's health for the sickly, and life for the dead. 4 This funntain, though rich, from charge is quite
clear The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here: Come ncedy and guilty, conie loathsome and
bare, Though lep'rous and filthy, come just as you are 3 This fountain in vain has never been try'd, It takes ont all stain whenever apply'd, The fountain flows sweetly with virtue divine, To cleanse souls completely, though lep'row as inine.
278. L. M. Steele. Christ the Physician of Souls. Jer. vill. 22. 1DEEP are the wounds which sin has made,
Where shall the sinner find a cure ?
The work exceeds all nature's power.
And spreads its poison to the heart.
And is no kind physician nigh
Such ease as nature cannot give!
Tis only this dear sacred flood
For here a soy'reign cure is found;
279. L. M. Miss Scott.
Christ the Great Physician, I W HY droops my soul with grief opprest?
Whence these wild tumults in my brourt?
w give the healing wounderarte!
Is there no balm to heal my wound,
Behold the Prince of Glory dies!
Thence sheds a sov'reign balm for me
Infinite grace, which triumphs here! 4 Thou wilt extract the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal the wounded heart;
And change the gloomy night to morn. 5 Now give a loose, my soul, to joy,
Hosannas be thy blest employ;
280. L. M. Mr. Robert Seagrave. The Brazen Serpent. John. iii. 14, 15. W ITH fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
V When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd,
To heav'n their mournful sighs ascend!
A pow'r descends, and makes them whole. 3 But oh, what healing to the heart
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart!
Viewing with joy the sacrifice.
Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim
281. L. M. Mr. Beddome.
1 The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
o tell how mean your glories are, How faint and few, compared 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.
Point out the puzzl'd christian's way:
Enlightend with a constant ray.
Their royal gifts, a star appears,
And guides their steps, and calms their fears.
282. L. M. Dr. Stennett. .
Sun. Psalm lxxxiv. 11. LOREAT God! amid the darksome night.
Thy glories dart upon my sight! While, wrapt in wonder, I behold
The silver moon, and stars of gold. 2 But when I see the sun arise,
And pour his glories o'er the skies,
Thy greatness and thy goodness too.
Tries and confounds an angel's sight,
In all thy vast immensity?
Thy pow'r and wisdom are display'd
The balmy influence of thy love.
His cbeering beams communicate,