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HYMN 144. s. M.
Of David and of God,
And seal'd it with his blood ! 2. To Christ, th' anointed King,
Be endless blessings giv'n?
HYMN 145. L. M.
n'd and died; Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father's side. 2. Pow'r and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar.
Though he was charg'd with madness there. 3. Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn ;
And a bright crown without a thorn. 4. Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men.
HYMN 146. C. M.
ND are we now brought near to God,
Who once at distance stood ?
Did Jesus shed his blood ? 2.0 for a song of ardent praise;
To bear our souls above !
Or damp our flaming love?
To praise our heav'nly King.
Inspire us while we sing:
4. Glory to God in highest strains,
And to the earth be peace!
HYMN 147. C. M.
Nail'd to the shameful tree.
To bleed and die for thee ! 2. Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The solid marbles bend.
“Receive my soul !” he cries : See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies ! 4. But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine.
HYMN 148. c. M.
And did my Sov’reign die ?
For such a worm as I?
And shut his glories in,
For man, the creature's sin !
While his dear cross appears ;
And melt my eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe.
HYMN 149. P. M. 1. Al see
him writhe, and bleed, and die ! Give thanks, my soul, and offer praise. See Christ with God's command comply,
And execute his work of grace:
The arduous work of love is done.
For thou hast given us thy Son. What gift can ever be denied
To those for whom the Saviour died? 3. My soul upon thy word relies,
Thy gracious message glad receives ;
In all thy promises believes.
Since Jesus bled to give me rest. 4. Assist me, Lord, to keep his cross
For ever present to my heart ;
That from thy service me would part;
And only love what he held dear. 5. Like Jesus, may I bear, resign'd,
The ills of life, the wrongs of foes;
Forgive the authors of my woes;
From all complaints and murmurs freed. 6. Like Jesus, may I ev'n in death
Enraptur'd say, “my Father, Friend;
Assur'd that with him I'll ascend
And pleasures which shall never cloy. 7. Eternal glory, praise, to thee,
Who sit’st supreme upon the throne !
For ever given to the Son !
HYMN 150. L. M. 1. NOW let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above. There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wondrous love. 2. Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir’d, To save us rebels --yes, 'tis he!
How bright, how lovely, how admir'd! 3. Jesus, who died that we might live,
And raise to his own heav'nly place: O what returns can mortals give
For such immeasurable grace! 4. Were universal nature our's,
And art with all her boasted store; Nature and art, with all their pow'rs,
Would still confess the off'rer poor. 5. Yet, tho’ for bounty so divine
We ne'er can equal honours raise : Jesus ! may all our hearts be thine, And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.
HYMN 151. C. M.
The spotless sacrifice !
Nail'd to the cross he dies. 2. Blest Jesus, whence this streaming blood ?
And whence this foul disgrace? Whence all these pointed. thorns that rend
Thy amiable face ! 3.“ I sanctify myself (he cries)
“That thou may'st holy be. “Come, trace my life; come, view my death,
“ And learn to copy me." 4. Dear Lord, we pant for holiness,
And ev'ry sin we mourn:
To the bright path of thy commands
Our wand'ring footsteps turn.
To climb the heav'nly hill,
HYMN 152. s. M.
And in our fetters lie,
T'assert our liberty ?'
Our freedom to obtain ?
And glory in our chain ? 3. Shall we go on to sin,
Because thy grace abounds;
And open all bis wounds ? 4. Forbid it mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,
In vice are lost and dead. 5. The man, that durst despise
The law that Moses brought,
For his presumptuous fault. 6. But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
HYMN 153. L. M.
Which for our souls the Saviour made, While love to sinners fir'd his heart,
And conquer'd all the killing smart. 2. Blest Jesus, while thy grace I sing,
What grateful tribute shall I bring,