The words that from thy lips proceed,
Oh how divinely sweet they are!
Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

3 My great High-priest, whose precious blood
Did once atone upon the cross!
Who now dost intercede with God,
And plead the friendless sinner's cause:
In thee I trust; thee I would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

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4 My King supreme, to thee I bow,
A willing subject at thy feet;
All other lords I disavow,
And to thy government submit:
My Saviour-king this heart would love,
And imitate the bless'd above.

HYMN CCCLXXXVIII. Y.

1CALL a bright council in the skies;

Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, Speak! Are you strong to bear the load, The weighty vengeance of a God?

2 In vain we ask; for all around

Stand silent through the heavenly ground;.
There's not a glorious mind above,
Has half the strength, or half the love.

3 But Oh! unmeasurable grace!

Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place;
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his naked arms, and dies.

4 Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes;
Ye saints below, and saints above,
All bow to this mysterious love.

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HYMN CCCLXXXIX.

HAIL, bless'd Immanuel, bright immortal

King,

Sole Monarch of the happy worlds above;
To thee ten thousand songs of praise we bring,
Adore thy goodness, and admire thy love.
2 All hail, incarnate God, divinely fair,

Around thy throne bright beams of glory play,
Beyond the stars, above the rolling spheres,
Amid the blaze of one eternal day.

3 Within the azure curtains of the sky,

Far out of human sight, there stands thy throne; To these pure realms my longing soul would fly, And make the deathless joys of heaven my own. 4 When shall I see that happy world of rest! There every anxious thought shall leave my soul;

There shall I be for ever dispossest
Of sins, that now my pious thoughts control.

HYMN CCCXC.

IMMORTAL God, on thee we call,
The great Original of all;
By thee we are, to thee we tend,
Our sure Support, our glorious End.

2 We praise that wise mysterious Grace,
That pitied our revolted race;
And Jesus, our victorious Head,
The Captain of salvation made.
3 He, thine eternal Love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead;
And sinful worms to him are given,
A colony to people heaven.

4 Jesus for us, O gracious name!
Encounter'd agony and shame;
Jesus the glorious and the great,
By dreadful sufferings made complete.

5 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee:
And while this theme employs our tongues,
Let angels raise their sweeter songs.

HYMN CCCXCI.

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HE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.

3 Here, springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your every pain,
(Immortal Fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

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4 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let sinners fly;
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

HYMN CCCXCII.

GOD of salvation, we adore

Thy saving love, thy saving power; And to our utmost stretch of thought, Hail the Redemption thou hast wrought. 2 Perish, each thought of human pride; Let God alone be magnify'd; His glory let the heavens resound, Shouted from earth's remotest bound. 3 Saints, who his full salvation know, Saints, who but taste it here below, Join every angel's voice, to raise Harmonious, never-ending praise.

HYMN CCCXCIII..

1 JEHOVAH! 'tis a glorious name,
Still pregnant with delight;

It scatters round a cheerful beam
To gild the darkest night.

2 What though our mortal comforts fade, And drop like withering flowers?

Nor time, nor death, can break that band,
Which makes Jehovah ours.

3 Our cares, we give you to the wind, And shake you off like dust;

Well may we trust our all with him,
With whom our souls we trust.

4 Great God, the covenant of thy love
Abides for ever sure;
And, in its matchless grace, we prove
Our happiness secure.

HYMN CCCXCIV. 7

1 TOME, condescending Saviour, come,
Illustrious Conqueror o'er the tomb:
Here thine assembled servants bless,
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
2 O come thyself, indulgent Lord,

With all the joy thy smiles afford;
Reveal the lustre of thy face,
And make us feel thy vital grace.
3 Enter our hearts, Redeemer blest,
Enter, thou ever-honour'd Guest,
Not for one transient hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting throne.

4 Enter our hearts, make them thine own;
And when our life's last hour is come,
Let us but die as in thy sight,
And death shall vanish in delight.

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HYMN CCCXCV.

GREAT God, should thy severer eye,

And thine

Mark and revenge iniquity,

What mortal flesh could stand?