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And taking up his room,
The law by Aaron's priesthood came,
For finners who his mercy feek,
In ev'ry point the Lamb was tried
4 He dies, but lives again,
And by the altar ftands;
Our Prieft abides, and pleads the cause Of us, who have tranfgrefs'd his laws. 5 I other Priests disclaim,
And laws, and off'rings too,
He fhall have all the praise, for he
C. M. [WATTS.]
High Prieft, merciful and faithful.
His heart is made of tenderness,
z Touch'd with a fympathy within,
He knows what fore temptations mean,
3 But fpotlefs, innocent, and pure,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
He, in the days of feeble flefh,
5 He'll never quench the fmoaking flax, But raise it to a flame:
The bruifed reed he never breaks,
6 Then let our humble faith addrefs
Seeker and Saviour of the loft.
JESUS, 'tis thine to feek,
The ruin'd, wand'ring, loft, undone,
Of Adam's guilty race.
2 No height, nor depth of fin,
Of wretchedness, or woe,
Precluded, Lord, thy boundless love,
3 Deep as our depths of guile,
HYMN CXL. P. M.
!YE children of my God,
Ye dear, peculiar race,
Who're wash'd in Jesus' blood,
He lov'd the finner's train ;
His love, him forc'd to die,...?
Compell'd him to be flain
For us, and in our stead, he flood,
3 His heart he fet on us
When we were enemies;
He thought upon us, when
In all his chiefelt smart :
Tho' we it caus'd, he all forgave,
Lift up, ye loft, your eyes;
I freely will falvation give.
HYMN CXLI. L. M. [ADDISON'S PS4. 23.]
HE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, And feed me with a fhepherd's care; His prefence fhall my wants fupply And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon day walks he fhall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. 2 When in the fultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales, and dewy meads, My weary, wand'ring fteps he leads Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, Amid the verdant landscape flow... 3 Tho' in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My ftedfaft heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill; Thy friendly crook fhall give me aid, And guide me thro' the dreadful hade.
4 Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
HYMN CXLII. s. M. [RICHARDS.]}
AWAKE my foul, arife,"
Review falvation's plan :
What need of further proof,
3 Will Jefus e'er deny,
This title which he wears?"
Sure no; for 'mid his glorious throne,
4 Then truft my foul, thy All,
And humbly wait the coming day,
HYMN CXLIII. L. M. [JAMES RELLY.] Unchangeable. 1 HERE fhall no trouble or dismay
Reach us, nor want, nor fin, nor shame,