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3 How large his bounties are!
What various ftores of good,
Diffus'd from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood!
4 Jefus our living head,

We blefs thy faithful care;
Our advocate before the throne,
And our forerunner there.

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Here fix, my roving heart!
Here wait, my warmest love!
Till the communion be complete
In nobler fcenes above.

2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languifhing, and low;
Far, far above our humble fongs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.

HYMN CLXXXIV. L. M. [STEELE, Thanks unto God for his Unspeakable Gift. TO Jefus our exalted Lord,

(Dear name by heav'n and earth ador'd) Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful fong of facred praife.

3 Yet while around his board we meet,
And humbly worship at his feet;
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love!

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Let faith our feeble fenfes aid,
To fee thy wond'rous love display'd,
Thy broken flefh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

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5 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleafing anguish, flow;
And thy forgiving fmiles impart
Life hope and joy to ev'ry heart.

HYMN CLXXXV. P. M. [WHITEFIELD'S COL.] Praife.

NONE but Jefus will we fing,

None elfe will we adore:

He our Prophet, Prieft, and King,
Shall be forevermore.
None among the heav'nly pow'rs,
Nor one on earth, our praife may claim;
None but Jefus call we ours,
None but the bleeding Lamb!

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HYMN CLXXXVI. P. M. [HART.]

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Praife.
THIS God is the God we adore,

Our faithful unchangeable friend,
Whofe love is as large as his pow'r,
And neither knows measure nor end.
'Tis Jefus the first and the laft,
Whofe fpirit fhall guide us fafe home,
We'll praise him, for all that is past,
And truft him, for all that's to come.

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HYMN CLXXXVII. P. M. [JAMES RELLY.] Solemn Praife.

› SING the triumphs of your conqu'ring Head and crucified King;

His atchievements, when he vanquish'd
All our enemies, we'll fing:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord be thine!!!
2 Long he ftruggled with confufed
Noife, and garments roll'd in blood;
'Till deftroying fin and hell, and
Death, he refcu'd man to God:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord, be thine!
3 Moft triumphant, greatly glorious,
He from death and hell arose !
In him all his church victorious,
Triumph'd o'er her dreadful foes:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord be thine!
4 High afcending 'midst angelic
Songs, and founds of trumpets loud,
In eternal triumph leading
All the captives of his blood:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord be thine! :
5 Far above the highest heav'n
Thus he glor'ously afcends,

Where the honors to him giv❜n,
Ev'ry thought of man tranfcends
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord be thine!

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6 There, exalted, live and reign, whil
We admire, thy wounds and blood,
Till we fee thee come again, in
All the pomp and power of God:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Lord be thine

HYMN CLXXXVIII. S. M. ERICHARDS.]
Praife.

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! LIVING fpirits.! flames of fire!
Leaders of th' immortal choir,
Fill the heav'n of heav'ns above,
Full of praife, as full of love.
2 Ancients! elders! cry aloud,
Worthy thou the Saviour God,
Thrones, dominions, angels join!
Glory, glory, Lord, be thine.

3 Church first born!! firft fruits! proclaim
Honor to Emman'el's name,
Nations! kindreds! countless tongues
Offer Chrift your nobleft fongs.

4 Holy, holy, holy cry;

Heav'n and earth and fea reply.
Trump of God! repeat the train
God with us! pronounce amen.

HYMN CLXXXIX. d. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.]

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Praife.
FOR a thousand tongues to fing
My dear Redeemer's praife !!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his graces

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ž Jefus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our forrows ceafe;
"Tis mufic in the finner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

3 He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd fin,
He fets the pris'ners free;

His blood can make the fouleft clean,
His blood avail'd for me.

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He fpeaks, and lift'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf, his praile, ye dumb,
Your loofen'd tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,"
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

HYMN CXC. L. M. [WESLEY'S COLL.]
Praife.

THOU in whom the Gentiles,trust,
Thou only holy, only just;
O tune our fouls to praise thy name,
Jefus ! unchangeable, the fame!

2 If angels, whilft to thee they fing,. Wrap up their faces in their wing;

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