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Thou art the Lainb for sinners slain,
The Saviour of mankind.
The gospel is proclaim'd;
My character is nam'd.
This firm foundation lay:
Thy gospel I obey.
And there will I rely;
524. Sevens. Mr. S. Deacon.
Self-Examination and Obedience. Ye are my Friends if- John xv. 14. 1 AMD.Jesu's friend or foe?
? I acknowledge him as Lord,
Do I hear and keep his word ? 2 Let me no pretences bring,
For I can't deceive my king:
Steadfast as the gospel stauds. 3 Do I in his truth confide?
Do I in his love abide?
Do I follow him of choice?
Reckon all for him as loss?
Even down into the stream
Died, to set my spirit free;
Rules of conduct to dispense. 6 Lord, behold me here to-day,
Thy injanction to obey;
All thy pleasure to fulfil. 7 I desire to be thy friend;
Love thy truth, and it defend :
8 Work in me to will and do;
Save my soul from ev'ry foe;
525. L. M. Beddome.
The Increase of the Church. 1
Through distant lands bis triumph spread, And sinners, free'd from endless pains,
Own him their Saviour and their Head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar,
Daily at Sion's gates arrive; Those who were dead in sin before,
By sovereign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors bow beneath his feet,
O'ercome by his victorious power, Princes in humble posture wait,
And proud blasphemers learn t adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring, And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay
To their exalted God and King. 5 O may his conquests still increase,
And while fresh wreaths adorn his brow,
And saints bis growing glories show. 6 Loud hallelujabs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above,
526. C. M. J. Newton
(grace, He that believes, and is baptiz'd,
Salvation shall obtain."
Who hoping in thy word,
That Jesus is their Lord.
And run the christian race;
Find all-sufficient grace.
1“ PROCA the sons of meni
527. Mr. S. Deacon.
On thy promise we depend;
Be our ever present friend. 9 In obedience to our Saviour,
We expose ourselves to shame;
Cheerful Obedience. 1 W e
Immanuel's precepts to obey?
We should obey, and not dispute. 2 Gracious Redeemer! we appear
On this occasion to revere
! For a plenitude of grace,
Descending from above:
With peace, and joy, and love.
And send the happy day,.
And cheerfully obey.
With purity and zeal:
With pleasure do his will.
530. L. M. Dr. Watts. Christ crucified, the Wisdom and Power of
God. * :
ATURE with open volume stands, And ev'ry labour of his hands
Shows something worthy of a God.
2 But in the grace that rescu'd man,
His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross, 'tis fairest drawn
In precious blood, and crimson lines. 3 Here his whole name appears complete;
Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove, Which of the letters best is writ,
The pow'r, the wisdom, or the love. 4 Here I behold his inmost heart,
Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing His Son with sharpest smart,
To make eternal pleasures mine. 5 O! the sweet wonders of that cross,
Where God the Saviour lov'd and died ! Her noblest life my spirit draws
From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 6 I would for ever speak his name,
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
531. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love. 2 Thy ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast;
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.
And help was far, and death was nigh! But at thy gospel cail we came,
And every want receiv'd supply,
From paths of darkness and despair,
532. C. M. Dr. Watts.
THE mem'ry of our dying Lord
And blest the food, and sung!
2 Happy the man that eats this bread;
But doubly blest was he
And lean'd it, Lord, on thee.
As that great fav'rite did,
Hither the King descends : " Come, my beloved, eat (he cries)
* And drink salvation, friends." 2 Hosappa to his bounteous love,
For such a feast below!
With nobler blessings too.
That brings our souls to rest; Then we shall Deed these types no more, But dwell at th' heavenly feast.
534. C. M. Mr. Steele.
Praise to the Redeemer.
Awake the sacred song!
Tune every heart and tongue. & Ilis love, what mortal thonght can reach,
What mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
Left ibe bright realms of bliss,
Was ever love like this?
Our humble thanks to thee;
The Saviour dier for me.
Move every heart and tongue; Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song!