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HYMN LIII.

L. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.]

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i "I COME," the great Redeemer cries, "A year of freedom to declare ; From debts and bondage to difcharge; And Jews and Greeks the grace fhall share :

2 A day of vengeance I proclaim;

But not on man the ftorm fhall fall;
On me its thunders shall descend,
My ftrength, my love, fuftain them all.
3 Stupendous favor! matchlefs grace!
Jefus has di'd that we might live:
Not worlds below, nor worlds above,
Could fo divine a ransom give.

4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race;
And for our lives, laid down his own,
Let fongs of joyful praises rife,

Sublime, eternal as his throne.

HYMN LIV. C. M. [JOHN RELLY.]
Refuge.

I MORTALS behold your dying God,
Take refuge in his name ;

Come wash your robes white in the blood
Of Chrift, the flaughter'd Lamb.

2 Now welcome all who come to God,
In Chrift, the Saviour's name ;
There's full redemption in his blood;
Then do not flight the Lamb.

30, that you God the Saviour knew,
And that he bore your fhame;

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Di'd, rofe again, and lives for you,
Then would you prize the Lamb.

4 What love, what kindness did he fhew!
When he from heav'n came,

To bear away all fin from you ;
Behold the holy Lamb.

5 How rich the blood which once did flow ! To cover us from fhame;

We'll bow before thy footstool low,
And hail thee, lovely Lamb.

60 Chrift, our God, our bleeding King,
We'll ever fing thy fame;

Here and in heav'n we'll fhout and fing
Thy glories, worthy Lamb.

HYMN LV. L. M. WESLEY'S COLL.
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The Lord our Righteoufnefs.

1 JESUS, thy blood and righteoufnefs
My beauty are, my glorious dress ;
'Midlt flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy fhall I lift up my head.

2 When from the duft of death I rife,
To claim my manfion in the skies ;
E'en then fhall this be all my plea,
"Jefus hath liv'd, hath di'd for me.""

3 Bold fhall 1 ftand in that great day;
For who ought to my charge fhall lay?
Fully through thefe abfolv'd I am
From fin and fear, from guilt and fhame.
4 Thus Abraham the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,

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Saviour of finners thee proclaim;
Sinners, of whom, the chief I am.
This fpotless robe the fame appears,
When ruin'd nature finks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Chrift is ever new.

HYMN LVI. S. M. [JAMES RELLY.]

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Rock.

HILST we are marching through This land with drought accurs'd; Rivers of living waters flow In thee, to quench our thirst.

2 This world's a weary land; By fin, a defart made:

'Tis all around a burning ftrand; Has no refreshing fhade.

3 But thou'rt our mighty rock;
Thy fhadow very great;

Where all thy weary pilgrim flock,
Find a divine retreat.

4 Though once with fin opprefs'd,
From which no part was free;
Our grievances are now redrefs'd,
Dear, glorious man, in thee.

5 In thee we now have found
Whate'er we loft, and more ;

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We fee thy grace much more abound,
Than fin had done before.

Thy praise be our employ;

Thy glories ever shine:

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All our falvation, hope, and joy,
Art thou, O man, divine;

HYMN LVII. L. M. [WATTS PSALM 40.]

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Sacrifice.

HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wro't, Exceed our praise, furmount our tho't, Should I attempt the long detail,

My fpeech would faint, my numbers fail.

2 No blood of beafts on altars fpilt,
Can cleanse the fouls of men from guilt
But thou haft set before our eyes
An all-fufficient facrifice.

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"Behold I come, (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
I come to bear the heavy load
Offins, and do thy will, my God.

4 'Tis written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me ;
I must fulfil the Saviour's part ;
And lo thy law is in my heart.

5 I'll magnify thy holy law,

And rebels to obedience draw,
When on my cross I'm lifted high,
Or to my crown above the sky.

6 The fpirit fhall defcend and fhow

What thou haft done, and what I do ;
The wond'ring world fhall learn thy grace,
Thy wifdom and thy righteoufnefs."

HYMN LVIII. S. M. [WATTS.] Salvation, Righteoufnefs, and Strength, HE Lord on high proclaims

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His Godhead from his throne; "Mercy and juftice are the names By which I will be known.

2 Ye dying fouls that fit
In darkness and diftrefs;

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Look from the borders of the pit,
To my recov'ring grace."

Sinners fhall hear the found;
Their thankful tongues fhall own,

Our righteoufnefs and ftrength is found
In thee, O Lord, alone.

In thee fhall Ifr'el truft,

And fee their guilt for giv'n;

God will pronounce the finners just,
And take the faints to heav'n.

HYMN LIX.

C. M. [PEACOCK.]

SUN.

JESUS, thou Sun of Righteousness,
All glorious and divine;

Thy people with thy prefence blefs,
In their affemblies fhine.

2 Thy healing beams alone can cheer
Hearts pain'd with inward grief;
The foul oppreft with guilt and fear,
In thee finds fweet relief.

3 If thou thy righteousness display, And make thy merits known;

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