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Where, we the members, he the Head,
One body, we're conceived pure.

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In him, in his mysteries birth,
Born in him as that holy thing

Whose praise, as God espous'd to earth,
The angel-host with joy did sing.

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In him together circumcis'd,
When all our filthiness of flesh,
Which God in holiness despis'd,
Was quite put off in righteousnes.

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In him, in all the works he wrought;
In him, together crucify'd ;

In him, as risen without fault,

And in him fully glorify'd.

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With him, where'er he was, we were,
In all conditions still the same;
With him, where'er he is, we are,
And as him pure and free from blame.

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In seeing him, ourselves we see,
And all his glory as our own;
Our joy is full, the Son is free,

And Jesus wears th' eternal crown.

HYMN 27. C. M.

PART FIRST.

WHEN God would manifest his grace
To man that he might prove

The glories of the Father's face,
And feel his nature love:

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He said, he would not sacrifice,
As offered by the law ;

All human merit would despise,
His presence thence withdraw.

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Then said the Saviour-" Lo, I come
To do thy will, my God ;”

He brought his sons and daughters home
By pouring out his blood:

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That they with him might cnter in
To all the heaven of love ;

His death did make an end of sin,
The stumbling block remove.

PART SECOND.

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Thou, Lord, a body didst prepare,
Thine own collected seed,

For him eternally to wear,
And be the living Head. ·

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Obedient in this body, He

Thy counsel'did fulfil," Did ev'ry member purify, And do thy perfect will.

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With Christ in soul and body one,
We evermore are bless'd :
Aspiring to the perfect Son,
We enter perfect rest.

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Pre-eminence to him is giv❜n !

Yet in this glorious plan,

The Head and members enter'd heav'n, . In one exalted man.

HYMN 28. P.M.

ETERNAL Excellence!

Thy worms would feign declare, In the divinest sense,

How thou art heav'nly fair :

O, Prince Messiah ! thou art seen
The fairest of the sons of men.

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Jesus, thy beauties shine
Bright, infinitely bright;
Both human and divine,

In thee, O Lamb, unite!
Whate'er in heav'n or earth we see
As beautiful, are types of thee.

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The sun, the moon, the stars,

With all the thrones above,
Thine excellence declare,

Thy beauty, pow'r and love :
All worlds before thy throne we see,
A sea of glass reflecting thee.

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Man in his first estate,

Most wonderfully form'd :
With beauty's pow'rs replete,

With holiness adorn'd,

From ev'ry spot and blemish free,
Was but a figure, Lord, of thee.

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As blood of goats and lambs,
Is to thy blood divine;
Or, as their altars' flames,
Dear Jesus, are to thine :

So Adam's purity appears

To Thee no more proportion bears.

Self int'rest, Lord, shall fail,
Man's haughtiness sink low;
Thy beauty, Lord, prevail;

We at thy footstool bow:

Thou know'st our hearts, we need no more : Give us to worship, love, adore.

HYMN 29. C. M.

POOR, weak, and worthless though I am,

I have a rich Almighty Friend;

Jesus the Saviour is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.

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He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And by his pow'r my foes control'd ;
He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to his chosen fold.

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He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies ;
O! what a friend is Christ to me.

HYMN 30. C. M.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

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The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;

O may I there, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!

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Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

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E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

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But when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save.

HYMN 31. P. M.

O HOLY Imman'el! thy mystery divine,
From glory to glory, on Zion shall shine,
The mystery of God espous'd to a worm,
Who neither had merit nor beautiful form;
Yet rais'd to the bosom of God, the Supreme,
She sings she is like him, yet does not blaspheme.

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O lovely Imman'el! illustrious thy grace
The beauties of holiness shine in thy face:
Triumphant in bliss, our nature we spy,
And we in that nature join'd to the Most High,
The image express of the substance of God;
His brightness appearing by water and blood.

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O sacred Imman'el! our glory, our joy!
In mut'al embraces, which never shall cloy,
The Bridegroom and bride, our Maker and we,
Perpetually live, as united in thee;

Consummate salvation, reveal'd in thy blood,
In thee we possess, with the fulness of God,.

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