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The exaltation of Chrift.


NOW let us raife our cheerful trains,
And join the blifsful choir above!

There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they fing his wondrous love.
2 While feraphs tune th' immortal fong,
O may we feel the facred flame;
And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.
3 Jefus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir'd;
Who di'd for rebels; yes 'tis he!
How bright! how lovely! how admir'd!
4 Jefus who di'd that we might live,
Di'd in the wretched traitor's place;
O what returns can mortals give,
For fuch

meafurable grace!

5 Were univerfal nature ours,

And art with all her boasted store ;
Nature and art with all their pow'rs,
Would ftili confefs the off'rer


6 Yet tho' for bounty, fo divine!
We ne'er can equal honors raife;
Jefus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.





Jefus exalted as a Prince and a Saviour.
XALTED Prince of life, we own
The royal honors of thy throne:

'Tis fix'd by God's Almighty hand,
And feraphs bow at thy command.
2 Exalted Saviour, we confefs
The foy'reign triumphs of thy grace;
Where beams of gentle radiance fhine,
And temper majefty divine.

3 Wide thy refiftlefs fceptre fway,
Till all thine enemies obey:
Wide may thy crofs its virtue prove,
And conquer millions by its love.
4 Mighty to vanquish, and forgive!
Thine Ifr'el fhall repent and live;
And loud proclaim thy healing breath,
Which works their life, who wro't thy death.

The Victory of the King of Kings.
BEGIN, my foul, the heav'nly fong,

A burden for an angel's ongue:
When Gabriel founds thefe awful things,
He tunes and fummons all his strings.

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2 Proclaim inimitable love,
Jefus, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay?

He that diftributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans :
The Prince of life refigns his breath,
The King of glory bows to death.

4 But fee the wonders of his pow'r,
He triumphs in his dying hour,

And while by Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rifing hopes of hell.
5 Thus were the hofts of death fubdu'd,
And fin was drown'd in Jefus' blood:
Then he arofe, and reigns above,
And conquers finners by his love.

6 Who hall fulfil this boundless fong?
The theme furmounts an Angel's tongue :
How low, how vain are mortal airs,
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs.



Jefus crowned Lord of all.

ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name!

Let angels proftrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Crown hi ye martyrs of our God,
Who from is altar call:

Extol the item of Jeffe's rod,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chofen feed of Ifr'els race,
A remnant weak and fmall;
Hail him who faves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Ye Gentile finners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, fpread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

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5 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, On this terrestrial ball ;

To him all majefty afcribe,

And crown him Lord of all.

60 that with yonder facred throng, We at his feet may fall ;

We'll join the everlasting fong,

And crown him Lord of all.



Advocate, if any man fin.

JESUS, before thy throne,


We bow with filial awe,

And our tranfgreffions humbly own
As fins, against thy law.

2 Where, whither fall we fly?
How 'fcape from wrath divine?
O be our advocate on high,
And claim us, Lord, as thine

3 Plead thy dear wounds, rich blood,
Thy agony, and sweat :

The mighty ransom of the God,
Who paid the finner's debt.

4 Nor afk we this, thy grace,
For our vile felves alone:

The whole of Adam's guilty race
Are, Lord, thy purchas'd own.

5 Hence all the fhields of earth,

Shall found thy name abroad;
And shout in loudeft ftrains of praise,
The ever faving God.



Mediator of a better Covenant.
THY covenant, O Lord,

In all things order'd fure;
And founded on a stedfaft hope,
Forever fhall endure.

2 The word is giv'n, "I will:"
And who fhall let thy hand?
The purpose of eternal grace,
It must establish'd stand.

3 Ifr'el fhall know the Lord,
The Gentiles truft in thee;
And nations, kindreds, people's, tongues,
The great falvation fee.

4 Thy grace, thy mercy, truth,

Demand the grateful fong;

Let earth begin the blessed theme,

And he

the rain prolong.




Mediator of the New Teftament.
LL gracious Lord, we fing thy love
A love more strong than death:
The teftament divine was feal'd
With thy expiring breath.

2 Hail, Mediator, Saviour, hail !
We bless the ransom giv'n;
For us, for all was freely paid,
The richest blood of heav'n.

3 By thee, O Christ, from death redeem'd, Thy blood muft fure prevail;

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