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Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on thy head.

Thou hast redeem'd us by thy blood,
And set the pris'ners free;

Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

517.

NONE but Jesus will we sing,
None else will we adore;

He our Prophet, Priest, and King,
Shall be for evermore

None among the heav'nly pow'rs,

Nor one on earth, our praise may claim; None but Jesus call we ours,

None but the bleeding Lamb!

518.

No shame nor confusion belongs
To those who to Jesus have fled;
His blood was the price of our wrongs,
His righteousness lifts up our head.
Then triumph, ye saved by grace,
The work is completed and done,
And cheerfully finish your race,
In faith looking up to the Son.

519.

Of him who did salvation bring
Lord, may we ever think and sing!

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Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive:
Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve.
Eternal Lord, Almighty King,

All heav'n doth with thy triumphs ring!
Thou conquer'st all beneath, above;
Devil's with force, and men with love!
To purge our sins, Christ shed his blood,
He dy'd to bring us near to God:
Let all the world fall down, and know
That none but God such love could show.

520.

ONCE more before we part

We'll bless the Saviour's name; Record his mercies, every heart, Sing ev'ry tongue the same. Hoard up his sacred word,

And feed thereon and grow; Go on to seek to know the Lord, And practise what you know.

521.

OUR lives, our blood, we here present,
If for thy sake they may be spent ;
Fulfil thy sov'reign counsel, Lord,
Thy will be done, thy name ador❜d.

Give us thy strength, thou God of pow'r;
Then let men scorn, and Satan roar;
Thy faithful witnesses we'll be:

'Tis fix'd we can do all thro' thee.

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Our Shepherd alone, the Lord let us bless, Who sits on the throne, the Prince of our

peace,

Who evermore saves us by shedding his blood,
All hail, holy Jesus, our Lord and our God!

We daily will sing thy merits and praise,
Thou merciful spring of pity and grace:
Thy kindness for ever to men we will tell,
And say our dear Saviour redeems us from
hell.

523.

On what has now been sown,
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow,
The pow'r is thine alone,

To make it spring and grow;

Do thou the gracious harvest raise,
And thou alone shalt have the praise.

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O THOU, that hear'st when sinners
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness.

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O WHAT stupendous mercy shines
Around the Majesty of heav'n!
Rebels he deigns to call his sons,
Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n.
Go, imitate the grace divine,

The grace that blazes like a sun;
Hold forth your fair, tho' feeble light,
Thro' all your lives let mercy run.
Upon your bounty's willing wings
Swift let the great salvation fly;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe,
To pain and sickness help apply.

526.

O GOD, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new;
And morning mercies from above,
Gently distil like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtain of the night,
Great Guardian of our sleeping hours!
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs.

We yield our pow'rs to thy command,
To thee we consecrate our days;

Perpetual blessings from thy hand,
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

527.

PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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RICH grace, free grace, most sweetly calls,
Directly come who will,

Just as you are, for Christ receives
Poer helpless sinners still.

"Tis grace each day that feeds our souls; Grace keeps us inly poor:

And that nothing else but grace
May rule for evermore.

529.

SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears,
A sov'reign balm to ev'ry wound,
A cordial to our fears.

Bury'd in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay; But we arise, by grace divine To see a heav'nly day. Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around,

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