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3 Sing Oye heav'ns! burst into praise : Thou earth and let the anthem roll, 'Till rocks and tombs fhall hear the lays, And light, and life, embrace the whole."
HYMN XL. 1. M. [NEWTON.]
POOR, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am,
I have a rich almighty friend
3 He cheers my heart, my warts fupplies,,
HYMN XLI. C. M. [COWPER.]
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And finners plung'd beneath that flood, Lofe all their guilty ftains.
? The dying thief rejoic'd to fee That fountain in his day;
O may I there, tho' vile as he,
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lofe its pow'r,
Till all the ranfóm'd church of God
E'er fince, by faith, I saw the ftream,
Redeeming love has been my theme, I
5 But when this lifping, ftamm'ring tongue, Lies filent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, fweeter fong
I'll fing thy power to fave.
HYMN XLII. L. M. [BEDDOME.]
I SHOUT for the bleffed Jefus reigns,
2 His fons and daughters from afar,
O'ercome by his victorious pow'r ;
While angels celebrate his praise,
HYMN XLIII. L. M. [WATTS' PSALM 72.Ţ
JESUS fhall reign where'er the fun
His kingdom ftretch from fhore to fhore,
3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue,
5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,
6 Let ev'ry creature rife and bring, Peculiar honors to their King;
Angels defcend with songs again,
HYMN XLIV. P. M.
Kingdom of Christ.
ALL hail, incarnate God!
The wond'rous things foretold
With joy our eyes behold:
2 To thee the hoary head,
3 O hage, victorious Prince,
4 All hail, triumphant Lord! Eternal be thy reign;
Behold the nations fue
To wear thy gentle chain:
When earth and time are known no more Thy throne fhall ftand forever fure.
HYMN XLV. C. M. [7. STENNETT.]
Mercy and Truth.
* WHEN firft the God of boundless grace Difclos'd his kind defign,
To refcue our apoftate race
Quick through the realms of light and blifs,
Each heart exulted at the news,
3 Yet 'midft their joys they paus'd awhile,
4 The fon of God attentive heard,
5 Behold my vital blood I pour, A facrifice to God;
Juftice divine will now no more
6 He fpake, and heav'n's high arches rung; Praife, ev'ry tongue employs,
"He dy'd," the friendly angels fung, Nor cease their rapt'rous joys:
HYMN XLVI. C. M. RIPPON'S COLL.] Meffenger of the Covenant.
JESUS, commiffion'd from above,