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HYMN LXXIII. S. M. RICHARDS.]
Prefentation in the Temple.
ALL hail, thou great first born,
What floods of Grace roll on to view,
2 Thy fulness mankind are :
3 In thee, prefented pure
Before the throne of God,
4 First born of Heav'n, of earth,
Born to redeem from death and hell,
The kies may wafte in flame;
The fun himself turn black as night;
6 But thou shalt ftill remain,
HYMN LXXIV. S. M. RICHARDS.1
A Around Chrift Jefus' head,
Methinks I fee the Saviour's grave;
2 Shall death confine the Lord?
4 Hail, Judah's lion, hail !
5 O, for a fong of praife,
But Heav'n in folemn filence kneels
HYMN LXXV. S. M.
Temptation in the Wilderness.
FOR forty myftic days,
Unknown to man their length, Thy foe, the foe of God with man, Exerted all his ftrength.
2 No faite mind can tell,
The conflicts of thofe hours:
3 Was it to wreathe thy brow
To give thyfelf a royal crown
; furely no. The combat was begun;
For man 'twas finish'd; 'tis complete;
5 Eternal praise await,
HYMN LXXVI. S. M. RICHARDS.]
CHRIST, what gracious words,
2 Good, everlasting good,
3 The broken heart, the poor,
The dumb, the dead, the captive wretch,
4 Lord Jefus, fpeed the day,
The promis'd day of grace,
To all the poor, the dumb, the deaf,
One fong fhall then employ
And human nature fhout thy name,
Miracles of Chrift.
! TESUS, we bless thy pow'r ;
2 The blind, the dumb, the deaf,
The wither'd arm, at thy command,
3 Lepers, who long had groan'd
Beneath the weight of pain;
The paified limbs, the dying, dead,
Are all made whole again.
4 Legions of hell, obey
Thy dread, almighty word;
And Jew and Gentile difpoffeft,
5 Come, great Phyfician, come;
In fpirit, Chrift, difplay
Thy healing, cleaning, gracious powers, And take ev'n death away.
The Saviour's invitation.
E fcarlet color'd finners come;
Jefus the Lord, invites you home; O whither can you go?
What are your crimes of crimson hue ?
2 Backfliding fouls fill'd with your ways,
His lovely face, and fweetly heal
Tri'd fouls! look up; he says 'tis I;
Ye tender fouls draw hither too,
HYMN LXXIX. P. M.
Transfiguration on Mount Tabor.
2 More pure than Salmon's fleecy fnow, His whit'ning garments radiant flow: