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L. M. [RIPPON'S COLL.]
"I COME," the great Redeemer cries, "A year of freedom to declare ; From debts and bondage to difcharge; And Jews and Greeks the grace fhall share :
2 A day of vengeance I proclaim;
4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race;
HYMN LIV. C. M. [JOHN RELLY.] Refuge. MORTALS behold your dying God, Take refuge in his name; Come wath your robes white in the blood Of Chrift, the flaughter'd Lamb.
2 Now welcome all who come to God,
30, that you God the Saviour knew, And that he bore your fhame ;
Di'd, rofe again, and lives for you,
4 What love, what kindness did he fhew! When he from heav'n came,
To bear away all fin from you;
How rich the blood which once did flow!
We'll bow before thy footstool low,
6 O Chrift, our God, our bleeding King,
HYMN LV. L. M. WESLEY'S COLL.]
I JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
2 When from the duft of death I rife, To claim my manfion in the skies; E'en then fhall this be all my plea,
Jefus hath liv'd, hath di'd for me."
3 Bold fhall 1 ftand in that great day; For who ought to my charge fhall lay? Fully through thefe abfolv'd I am From fin and fear, from guilt and fhame 4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of finners thee proclaim;
HYMN LVI. s. M. [JAMES RELLY.]
WHILST we are marching through This land with drought accurs'd; Rivers of living waters flow In thee, to quench our thirst.
2 This world's a weary land;
3 But thou'rt our mighty rock;
4 Though once with fin opprefs'd,
5 In thee we now have found
Thy praise be our employ;
All our falvation, hope, and joy,
HYMN LVII. L. M. [WATTS' PSALM 40.]
2 No blood of beafts on altars fpilt,
"Behold I come, (the Saviour cries,
4 'Tis written in thy great decree,
5 I'll magnify thy holy law,
And rebels to obedience draw,
6 The fpirit fhall defcend and fhow
HYMN LVIII. S. M. [WATTS.] Salvation, Righteoufnefs, and Strengih, THE "HE Lord on high proclaims His Godhead from his throne; "Mercy and juftice are the names By which I will be known.
2 Ye dying fouls that fit
In darkness and diftrefs;
Sinners fhall hear the found;
In thee fhall Ifr'el truft,
HYMN LIX. C. M. [PEACOCK.]
JESUS, thou Sun of Righteousness,
2 Thy healing beams alone can cheer Hearts pain'd with inward grief; The foul oppreft with guilt and fear, In thee finds fweet relief.
3 If thou thy righteousness display, And make thy merits known;