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This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone :
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iny hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages ! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in tł.ee !
Praise to the Redeemer.

HYMN 16. C. M.

Coronation of Christ.
1 LL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name !

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Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him-Lord of all.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God,

Who from his altar call;
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown him-Lord of all.
3 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line,

Whom David, Lord did call;
The God incarnate ! Man Divine !

And crown him-Lord of all.
4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

Ye ransom'd from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him-Lord of all.
5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him-Lord of all.
6 Let every kindred, every tibe,

On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him-Lord of all.
7 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall ;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him-Lord of all.
HYMN 17. P. M. 6, 4.

Worthy the Lamb.
1 LORY to God on high :

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his Name !
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore ;

And sing forevermore

Worthy the Lamb.
2 All they around the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,

Praising his name;
We, who have felt his blood,
Sealing our peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad

Worthy the Lamb.
3 Join all ye ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless;

Praise ye his name:
In him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice-

Worthy the Lamb.
4 What tho we change our place-
Yet we shall never cease

Praising his name:
To him our songs we bring-
Hail him our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,
Worthy the Lamb.

HYMN 18. H. M.

Praise to Christ. 1 OME, ev'ry pious heart

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To celebrate his fame :
Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to him you owe.
2 He left his starry crown,

And laid his robes aside ;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died:
What he endur'd, oh, who can tell?
To save our souls from death and bell.
3 From the dark grave he rose,

The mansion of the dead ;
And thence his mighty foes

In glorious triumph led :
Up thro' the sky the conq'ror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
4 Jesus we ne'er can pay,

The debt we owe thy love;
Yet tell us how we may

Our gratitude approve:
Our hearts our all to thee we give :
The gift, tho'small, do thou receive.

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HYMN 19 P. M. 8,7.

Praise for Redeeming Love. 1 · ,

Let us praise the Saviour's name,
He has husb'd the law's loud thunder,

He has quench'd mount Sinai's flame :
He has wash'd us with his blood ;

He has brought us nigh to God.
2 Let us love the Lord who bought us,

Pitied us when enemies,
Call’d us by his grace, and taught us,

Gave us ears, and gave us eyes :
He has wash'd us with his blood,

He presents our souls to God.
3 Let us sing, though fierce temptations

Threaten hard to bear us down !
For the Lord our strong salvation,

Holds in view the conqu’ror's crown:
He who wash'd us in his blood

Soon will bring us home to God. 4 Let us wonder; grace, and justice

Join, and point to inercy's store ;
When through grace, in Christ our trust is,

Justice smiles, and asks no more :
He who wash'd us with his blood,

Has secur'd our way to God.
5 Let us praise, and join the chorus

Of the saints enthron'd on high ;
Here they trusted him before us,

Now their praises fill the sky:
“ Thou hast wash'd us with thy blood,
“Thou art

orthy, Lamb of God." 6 Hark! the name of Jesus sounded

Loud from golden harps above!
Lord we blush, and are confounded,

Faint our praises, cold our love:
Wash our souls, and songs with blood,
For by thee, we come to God.

The Holy Spirit.
HYMN 20. P. M. 8, 7.

The Holy Spirit invoked.
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TOLY GHOST, dispel our sadness,

Pierce the clouds of sinful night;
Come, thou source of sweetest gladness,

Breathe thy life and spread thy light;
Loving Spirit, God of peace,
Great distributer of grace,

Rest upon this congregation !

Hear, Oh, hear our supplication. 2 From that height which knows no measure,

As a 'gracious show'r descend :
Bringing down the richest treasure

Man can wish, or God can send.
0, thou Glory shining down
From the FATHER and the Son,

Grant us thy illumination !

Rest on all this congregation. 3 Come, thou best of all donations

God can give or we implore;
Having thy sweet consolations,

We need wish for nothing more :
HOLY SPIRIT, heav'nly Dove,
Now descending from above,

Rest on all this congregation !
Make our hearts thy habitation.

HYMN 21. L. M.

Prayer for the influence of the Spirit. 1 YTAY, thou insulted Spirit stay,

Tho I have done thee such despite,
Cast not a sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight :
2 Though I have most unfaithful been

Of all, whoe'er thy grace receiv'd,
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,

Ten thousand times thy goodness grievid 3 Yet Oh, the chief of sinners spare,

In hono'r of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear

I shall not see thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive,

E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes ;
Into thy rest of love receive,

And bless me with thy calm repose. 5 E'en now my weary soul release,

And raise me by thy gracious hand!
Guide me into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

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HYMN 22. P. M. 75.
Sinners exhorted in view of judgment.
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VINNER, art thou still secure ?

Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?

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2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd!

Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd

Thou must either break or bow. 3 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee ;
Solid mountains melt like wax,

What will then become of thee ! 4 Who his advent may abide ?

You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,

When the world is wrapt in flame? 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!

Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be call'd to pass

Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve,

Listen to the gospel voice ;
Seek the things that are above:
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
HYMN 23. P. M. 7, 6.

The Alarm.
1 STOP, poor sinners, stop, and think,

Before you further go ;
Will you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting wo?
On the verge of ruin stop-

Now the friendly warning take-
Stay your footsteps-ere ye drop

Into the burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,

That you his will oppose ?
Fear ye not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,

Which his justice shall proclaim,
When the earth shall melt away

Like wax before the flame ?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,

And drag you to his bar :
Then to hear your awful doom,

Will fill you with despair!
All your sins will round you crowd;

You shall mark their crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,

And what can you reply? 4 Tho' your heart were made of steel,

Your forehead lin’d with brass ;

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