The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 Before the scoffers of the age
I will exalt my Father's name;
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
5 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend;

Thy love to saints, in Christ their Head,
Knows not a limit, nor an end.

420.

S. M.

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Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies.-Ps. ciii. 1-7

O! BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favours are divine.

O! bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

"Tis he forgives thy sins;
"Tis he relieves thy pain;
"Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

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When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.

He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for the oppress'd.

6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known:

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But sent the world his truth and grace,
By his beloved Son.

Praise for Preserving Grace.-Jude 24, 25.

To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,

Let all the saints below the skies,

Their humble praises bring.

"Tis his almighty love,

His council and his care,

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Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

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Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne;

Shall bless the conduct of his grace,

And make his wonders known.

To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs;
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

422.

Joy in Heaven over a Repenting Sinner.-Luke xv. 7–10

WHO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise,

To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

2 With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love:

The Son with joy looks down and sees The purchase of his agonies. 3 The Spirit takes delight to view The holy soul he form'd anew: And saints and angels join to sing, The growing empire of their King.

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"Whom having not seen, ye love."-1 Pet. i. 8.

NOT with our mortal eyes

Have we beheld the Lord:

Yet we rejoice to hear his name,
And love him in his word.

On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer's face:

Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow

Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

424.

C. M.

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Christ's Victory.-Hos. xiii. 14.

HOSANNA to our conquering King!
The prince of darkness flies;

His troops rush headlong down to hell,
Like lightning from the skies.

2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the rescued sheep;
But heavy bars confine their
And malice to the deep.

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3 Hosanna to our conquering King!
All hail, incarnate Love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.

4 Thy victories and thy deathless fame
Through the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing

The triumphs thou hast won.

425.

S. M.

"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself."—Matt. xvi. 24
WITH pleasure we behold
Immanuel's offspring come;

As sheep are gather'd to the fold,
And left no more to roam.

2 The way the Shepherd trod
They freely choose to go;
Moved by the powerful love of God,
They leave this world below.

3 This watery path they own;
Their Saviour's cross they view;
And, resting on his blood alone,
By faith they journey through.
Among the flock they rest,
In pastures fresh and green;
With peace and safety ever blest,
And pleasures all serene.

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C. M.

"We see Jesus."-Heb. ii. 9.

How great and solemn is the thing,
For which we here are come;
To view the death of Zion's King,
And gaze upon his tomb.

2 To see him, under death's arrest,
Enter the dismal grave;
Awhile in that dark cell to rest,
Our mortal flesh to save.

3 To see him in his grave-clothes lie,
His life and glory gone;

To ask ourselves the reason why
This wondrous deed was done.

4 To view the wounds of which he died,
And own our sins the cause;
To honour Christ the crucified,
Adhering to his laws.

5 To trace him rising from the tomb,
In victory over all;

The first-born Son of nature's womb
That rose no more to fall.

6 Here, humble saints, your tribute pay; A risen Saviour sing:

Come, be baptized without delay,
In honour of your King.

Not ashamed of Christ.-Mark viii. 38.

JESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee?

GREGG.