And now, before his Father God, Pleads the full merit of his blood. 2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice arm'd with frowns appears; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and ail is peace. 3 Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts; Above our fears, above our faults His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies.

4 In

every dark distressful hour,

When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That JESUS bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend-
On him our humble hopes depend:
Our cause can never, never fail,
For JESUS pleads and must prevail.
HYMN 123. C. M.

Harborough. Exeter.

Duncan.

Coronation. Cant. iii. 11.

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him-Lord of all.

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him-Lord of all.

3 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David, Lord did call;
The God incarnate! Man Divine!
And crown him-Lord of all.
4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him-Lord of all.

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him-Lord of all.
6 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him-Lord of all.

HYMN 124.

H. M.

Rippon.

Triumph. Portsmouth. Providence.
His kingdom. Phil. iv. 4.

1 REJOICE, the Lord is king,
Your God and king adore;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,
'The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above:

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

3 His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv'n:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
4 He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy;
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.
5 Rejoice in glorious hope,
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice.

CHARACTERS OF CHRIST.

IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.

HYMN 125. L. M.

Surry. Armley. Warwick.

Advocate. 1 John ii. 1.

Steele.

1 WHERE is my God?-does he retire Beyond the reach of humble sighs? Are these weak breathings of desire Too languid to ascend the skies?

2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands, The glorious advocate on high,

With precious incense in his hands ' 3 He sweetens every humble groan, He recommends each broken prayer; The softest call before his throne,

May rise, and find acceptance there. 4 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord, With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.

HYMN 126. 8, 7.

Newton.

Northampton Chapel. Sicilian Hymn.
Friend. Prov. xviii. 24.

1 ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend,
His is love, beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.

2 Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We, alas! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above.

HYMN 127. C. M.

Clifford. Springfield.

Cant v. 10.

S.

1 MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthron'd
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

HYMN 128.

C. M.

Tunbridge. St. Asaph's.

Cowper.

Fountain. Zach. xiii. 1.

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