One great immortal name
Is nam'd on him and me :
In him, complete, I now possess

The fulness of redeeming grace. 3 When from his pierced side

Came forth, in bleeding love,
His lov'd, his royal btide,
The life divine to prove ;
To her this sacred truth he feal’d,

That all her maladies were heal'd. 4 What tho' I mortal am,

And shall to dust return;
In the prevailing Lamb
I unto God am born;
In him I live above all fear,
Nor' fin, nor death, can reach me here.

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L. M.

HYMN CL.

[STEELE.] Redemption by Chrift alone. ENSLAV'D by fin and bound' in chains,

Beneath its dreadful tyrant fway, And doom'd to everlasting pains,

We wretched guilty captives fay. 2 Nor gold, nor gems could buy our peace;

Nor the whole world's collected ftore
Suffice, to purchase our release :

A thousand worlds were all too poor. 3 Jefus the Lord, the mighty God,

An all-fufficient ransom paid ;
Invalu'd price! his precious blood,
For vile rebellious traitors Thed.

4 Jesus the facrifice became,

To rescue guilty souls from hell;
The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb

Beneath avenging justice fell.
5 Amazing goodness! love divine !
o

may our grateful hearts adore
The matchless grace, nor yield to fin,

Nor wear its cruel fetters more!
6 Dear Saviour, let thy love purfue,

The glorious work it has begur,
Each secret lurking foe fubdue,
Aod let our hearts be thine alone

HYMN CLI. L. M. [WATTS·LYR. 1

The glories of Redemption. FATHER, how wide thy glory fhines !

How high thy wonders rise ! Known thro? the earth by thousand figns,

By thousands thro' the skies.
2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,

Their motions speak thy skill ;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour

We read thy patience ftill.
3 Part of thy name divinely stands

On all thy creatures writ,
They shew the labour of thy hands,
The impress of thy feet.
4. But when we view thy grand design

To fave rebellious worms,
Where wisdom, pow'r, and goodnefs shine,
In their most glorious forms:

5 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rend awe;

We love, and we adore ;
The holy angels never saw

So much of God before.
6 Here God hath made his nature known,

And thought can never trace,
Which of his glories brightest shope,
In our Redeemer's face.

HYMN CLII. P. M. [WRITEFIELD'S COLL.]

Saluation, it is finished.
'IS finish'd, the Redeemer said,

? head ;

Whilst we this sentence scan,
Come, finners, and observe the word,
Behold the conquests of our Lord,

Complete for helpless man.
2. Finish'd the righteousness of grace;

Finish'd for sinners, pardning peace;
Their mighty debr is paid :
Accusing law cancel'd by blood,
And wrath of an offended God,

In'sweet oblivion laid.
3 Who now shall urge a second claim?

The law no longer can cordemn,
Faith a release can fhew ;
Justice itself a friend appears,
The prison house a whifper hears,

Loose him, and let him go. 4 unbelief, injurious bar !

Source of tormenting, fruitless fear,

Why dost thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud objections fall,
Tis finish'd, still may answer all,

And silence ev'ry cry.
5 His toil, divinely finish'd stands,

But ah ! the praise his word demands;
Careful may we attend !
Conclusion to our souls be this,
Because salvation finish'd is,
Our thanks fhall never end.

HYMN CLHI. L. M. [S. STENNETT.]

The Free Salvation of God. * TIS finish?d : so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finish'd's yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 'Tis finish'd; all that heav'n decreed,

And all the ancient prophets said
Is now fulfill'd, as was design’d,

In me the Saviour of mankind.
3 'Tis finish’d; Aaron now no more

Must stain his robes with purple gore :
The sacred veil is rent in twain,

And Jewish rites no more remain. 4 'Tis finish'd ; this my dying groan

Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone :
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,

By this my last expiring breath. 5

'Tis finish'd ; heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the pow'rs of darkness fpoil'd;

Peace, love, and happiness again

Return and dwell with sinful men. 6 'Tis finish'd ; let the joyful found

Be heard through all the nations round:
"Tis finish'd ; let the echo fy
Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' carth and sky,
HYMN CLIV. c.m. [watts.]

The Glad Tidings of Salvation.
SA
ALVATION: On the joyful found!

?Tis pleasure to our ears ;
A for'reign balm for ev'ry wound,

A cordial for our fears.
2 Buri'd in sorrow and in sin,

At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by gracę divine,

To see a heav'nly day,
3 Salvatior. ! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the fay
Conspire to raise the found.

HYMN,CLV. P. M. [L. 24. 6)

God's Love Eternal and Unchangeable,
O MY difruftful heart

How small thy faith appears;
But greater, Lord, thou art,
Than all my doubts and feats.
Did Jesus once upon me in

fhine ?
Then Jesus is forever mine.
2 Unchangeable his will,
Tho' dark may be my