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HYMN XCIII. Particular Metre.
Praise to our Redeemer. 1 HAIL, thou once despised Jesus !
Thou didst free salvation bring ; By thy death thou didst release us
From the tyrant's deadly sting. 2 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame! By thy merits we find favour,
Life is given through thy name. 3 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on thee were laid ; Great High Priest by God anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made ! 4 Contrite sinners are forgiven,
Through the virtue of thy blood : Open'd is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made with man and God. 5 Jesus hail ! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide ;
Seated at thy Father's side.
There thou dost our place prepare ; Ever for us interceding,
Till in heaven we appear. 7 Glory, honour, power and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give. 8 Help, ye bright angelick spirits,
Lend your loudest, noblest lays ; Join to sing our Saviour's merits, And to celebrate his praise.
HYMN XCIV. Common Metre. # or b
Receive instruction well;
The road that leads to hell.
Is pleasing in his eyes ;
Is no vain sacrifice.
To fear the Lord betimes ;
Are harden'd in their crimes.
To mind religion young ;
And renders virtue strong.
Our hearts we now resign ;
That our whole lives were thine. 6 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise,
Whilst we have life and breath ;
Hymn XCV. Long Metre.
The seat of thy Creator's grace!
2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly angels waits;
Built on the counsels of his love. 3
Thy foes in vain designs engage,
That dash and die upon the shore. 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the power of earth or hell ;
Like brazen bulwarks built around. 5 God is our sun, God is our shield,
Light and protection he will yield;
Still keep the golden mean ;
Declares a conscience clean.
Nor acts the boaster's part ;
Of his more humble heart.
For truth is in his breast ;
And thinks and hopes the best.
He takes with thankful heart ;
And gives the poor a part.
5 To sect and party, his large soul
Disdains to be confin'd;
And prays for all mankind.
Of truth and peaceful love ;
Hymn XCVII. Common Meire.
Love to God.
And love inspires the breast ;
And strengthens all the rest.
And all in vain onr fear ;
If love he absent there.
In swift obedience move ;
cup is sweet,
And leave this dark abode,
To see our Father, God.
When faith and hope shall cease ;
HYMN XCVIII. Common Metre.
The Blessedness of departed Saints. I HARK! from on high a solemn voice,
Let all attentive hear! 'Twill make each pious heart rejoice,
And vanquish every fear. 2 « Thrice blessed are the pious dead,
“ Who in the Lord shall die; 6 Their weary flesh, as on a bed,
“Safe in the grave shall lie. 3 “ Their holy souls at length releas'd,
" To heaven shall take their flight; “ There to enjoy eternal rest,
66 And infinite delight. 4 “They drop each load as they ascend,
“ And quit this world of wo; « Their labours with their lives shall end ;
" Their rest, no period know. 5 “ Their conflicts with their busy foes
“ For ever more shall cease ; “ None shall their happiness oppose,
“ Nor interrupt their peace. 6 “But bright rewards shall recompense
“ Their faithful service here ; “ And perfect love shall banish thence “ Each gloomy doubt and fear."
Liverpool Collection. Hymn XCIX. Common Metre. b
A Funeral Thought. HARK ! from the tombs a mournful sound,
My ears attend the cry : " Ye living men, come view the ground,
" Where you must shortly lie.