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8 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes!
This day did Jesus rise. 4 This is the glorious day
That our Redeemer made;
Let all the church be glad! 5 Hosanna to the King,
Of David's royal blood!
Salvation from your God. 6 We bless thine only word
Which all this grace displays;
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;
25. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Corner-Stone. 1 Pet. ii. 6. Isa. Xxvii. 16, 17 *L
ORD, dost thou show a corner-stone
Nor death nor hell these hopes shall move,
3 Thy people long this stone have tried, And all the pow'rs of hell defy'A; Floods of temptation beat in vain; Well doth this rock the house sustain. 4 When storms of wrath around prevail, Whirlwind and thunder, fire and hat,
Tis here our trembling souls shall bide,
And here securely they abide.
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;
Or meanly crave the serpent's meat. 2 Jesus, thou art the living bread,
By which our needy souls are fed :
Enough to fill the empty mind.
No other can my need supply;
As manna to the Jews was givin.
What strength, what nourishment it gives!
277. Mr. Hart. Fountain opened for Sinners. Zec. xlii. 1. *,
THE fountain of Christ, Lord, help us to sing, The fountain tbat cleanses from sin and from filth, And richly dispenses salvation and bealth. Hy . This fountain from guilt not only makes pure, But gives, soon as felt, infallible cure, But if gaut removed, return and remain, Ius pow't may be proved again and again.
3 This fountain unseald, stands open for all
Who long to be heal'd, the greai 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 fountain, though rich, from charge is quite
clear The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here: Come ncedy and guilty, cone loathsome and
bare, Though lep'roạs and filthy, come just as you are. s This fountain in vain has never been try'd,
It takes ont all stain whenever apply'd,
278. L. M. Steele. Christ the Physician of Souls. Jer. vill. 42. 1
Where shall the sinner find a core In vain, alas! is nature's aid,
The work exceeds all nature's power. & Sin, like a raging, fever, reigns
With fatal strength in every part;
And spreads its poison to the heart.
And is no kind physician nigh
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
Look up, o fainting soul, and live
Such ease as nature cannot give!
Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow! "Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe. $ Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a nov'reign cure is found;
279. L. M. Miss Scott.
Christ the Great Physician, 1 HY droops my soul with grief opprest?
Is there no balm to heal my wound,
No kind physician to be found?
Behold the Prince of Glory dies!
Thence sherts a sov'reign balí for me 3 Dear Saviour, at thy teet I lie,
Here to receive a cure, or die:
Infinite grace, which triumphs here! 4 Thou wilt extract the poisoni'd dart,
Bind op 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 'TWh bery, Serpents
greatly pain’d, When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd, A serpent straight the prophet made,
Of mclten brass, to view display'd. 2 Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heav'n their mournful sighs ascend!
A pow'r descecids, and inakes them whole. 3 But oh, what healing to the heart
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart!
What pleasures do his sorrows give! 4 Still may I view the bloody cross,
And other objects count but loss;
Viewing with joy the sacrifice.
Thy worth my tongue would now proclaim
281. L. M. Mr. Beddome. Bright and Morning Star, Rev. Xxü. 16 'YE
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 puzzi'd christian's way;
Enlightend with a constant ray. 4 Thus when the eastern Magi brought Their royal gifts, a star appears, Directs them to the babe they sought, And goides their steps, and calms their fears. 5 When shall we reach the world of light,
Where this bright star will brightest shine;
282. L. M. Dr. Stennett. ,
Sun. Psalm lxxxiv. 11. '!
VREAT God! amid the darksome night. While, wrapt in wonder, I behold
The silver moon, and stars of gold.
Thy greatness and thy goodness too.
Tries and confounds av angel's sight,
In all thy vast immensity?
Thy pow'r and wisdom are displayed
In my incarnate Saviour shine!
The balmy influence of thy love.
His cheering beams communicate,