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3 Sing Oye heav'ns ! burst into praise

Thou earth and let the anthem roll,
'Till rocks and tombs shall hear the lays,
And light, and life, embrace the whole.

POOR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am,

I have a rich almighty friend ;
Jesus, the Saviour is his name,

He freely loves and without end.
? He ransom'd me from hell with blood į
And by his power my foes control'd,
He found me wandring far from God,

And brought me to his chosen fold. 3 He cheers my heart, my warts supplies,

And says that I fhall shortly be
Enthron'd, with him above the ikies,
0! what a friend, is Chrift, to me.

C. M. [COWPER.) ]

Fountain opened. 'T

'HERE is a fountain fil'd with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And finners plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty ftains.
? The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;
O may Į there, tho' vile as he,
Walh all my lips away!
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its pow'r,

Till all the ranfom'd church of God

Be fav’d, to fin no more.
4 E'er fincę, by faith, I saw the stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, i

And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue,

Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll fing thy power to fave. piti

Increase of the Church.
ISHOUT for the blessed Jesus reigns,

Thro’ distant lands his triumphs spread, And finners, freed from endless pains,

Own him their Saviour and their head. 2 His sons and daughters from afar, it

Daily at Zion's gate arrive ;
Those who were dead in fin before,

By sov'reign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,

O'ercome by his victorious pow'r ;
Princes in humble posture wait,

And proud blafphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,

Nations remore their off'rings bring,
And, unconstrain'd, their homage pay

To their exalted God and King.
5 O may his conquests still increase,

And ev'ry foe his pow'r subdue

L. M.

While angels celebrate his praise,

And faints his growing glories Chew, 6 Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb,

From all below and all above;
In lofty fongs exalt his name,

In fongs, as lasting, as his love,

King of nations.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Does his successive journies run ;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

'Till moons shall wax and wane no more, 2 For him shall endless pray’r be made,

And praises throng to crown his head;
His name like sweet perfame shall rise,

With ev'ry morning sacrifice,
3 People and realms of ey'ry tongue,

Dwell on his love with sweetest song i
And infant voices shall proclaim,

Their early bleflings on his name.
4 Blellings abound where'er he reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains
The weary find eternal relt,
And all the fons of want are blest.
5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,

Dcath and the curse are known no more :
In him the tribes of Adam boast

More blessings, than their father loft. 6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring,

Peculiar honors to their King ;

Angels defcend with songs again,
And earth repeat we long amen.

(WESLET'S COLL.] Kingdom of Chrift. ! ALL bail, incarnate God!

The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee, in sacred writ,
With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thing arm new trophies wear,
And monuments

of glory rear, 2 To thee the hoary head,

Its silver honors pays :
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days :
And ev'ry age their tribute bring,

And bow to thee, all conqu’ring King! 3 O habe, victorious Prince,

That happy glorious day,
When fouls like drops of dew,
Shall own thy gentle sway :
O may it bless our longing eyes,

And bear our shouts beyond the skies, 4 All hail, triumphant Lord !

Eternal be thy reign ;
Behold the nations sue
To wear thy gentle chain:
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand forever sure.


Mercy and Truth.
WHEN fra the God of boundless grace

To refcue our apoftate race

From mis’ry, shame and fin. 2 Quick through the realms of light and bliss,

The joyful tidings rạn,
Each heart exulted at the news,

That God would dwell with man.
3 Yet 'midst their joys they paus'd awhile,

And ask'd with strange surprise,
“ But how can injur'd justice smile,

Or look with pitying eyes?"
4 The son of God attentive heard,

And quickly thus reply'd,
" In îne let mercy be rever'd, :

And justice fatisfyd.
5 Behold 4 my vital blood I

A facrifice to God ;
Juftice divine will now no more

Demand, the finner's blood." 6 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung;

Praise, ev'ry tongue employs,
“ He dy'd," the friendly angels fung,
Nor cease their rapt'rous joys:

Messenger of the Covenant.
JESUS, commiffion?d from above,

Descends to men belaw,

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