5 I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last labouring breath;
And dying clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.

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Lamb of God, &c. John i. 29.

EHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb, With wonder, gratitude, and love'; To take away our guilt and shame, See him descending from above. 2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid; He meekly bore the mighty load; Our ransom-price he fully paid, In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 3 To save his guilty church, he dies; Mourners, behold the bleeding Lamb! To him lift up your longing eyes, And hope for mercy in his name. 4 Pardon and peace thro' him abound; He can the richest blessings give; Salvation in his name is found, He bids the dying sinner live. 5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee; Where else can helpless sinners go? Thy boundless love shall set me free From all my wretchedness and woe.

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LEADER.

CVII. S. M. J. C. W.
Leader.

HOU very Pascal Lamb,

Those blood for us was shed, Through whom we out of Egypt came'; Thy ransom'd people lead."

2 Angel of gospel-grace!

Fulfil thy character,

To guard and feed the chosen race,
In Israel's camp appear.

3 Throughout the desert-way

Conduct us by thy light,

Be thou a cooling cloud by day,
A cheering fire by night.

4 Our fainting souls sustain
With blessings from above,

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And ever on thy people rain
The manna of thy love.

MESSENGER.

CVIII. C. M. Rippon's Selec.
Messenger of the Covenant.

Matt. iii. 1.

JESUS, commission'd from above,

Descends to men below,

And shows from whence the springs of love,
In endless currents flow.

2 He, whom the boundless heav'n adores,
Whom angels long to see;

Quitted with joy those blissful shores,
Ambassador to me!

3. To me a worm, a sinful clod,
A rebel all forlorn;

A foe, a traitor to my God,

And of a traitor born;

4 To me, who never sought his grace,
Who mock'd his sacred word;
Who never knew, or lov'd his face,
And all his will abhorr'd;

5 To me who could not even praise,
When his kind heart I knew;
But sought a thousand devious ways.
Rather than keep the true;

6 Yet this redeeming angel came,
So vile a worm to bless;

He took with gladness all my blame,
And gave his righteousness.

7 O! that my languid heart might glow
With ardour all divine;

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And for more love than seraphs know,
Like burning seraphs shine.

MESSIAH.

CIX. E M. Needham.

Messiah. Gen. xlix. 10. Dan. ix. 26. Hag. ii. 9. LORY to God, who reigns above,

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Who dwells in light, whose name is love;

Ye saints and angels, if you can,

Declare the love of God to man.

2 O what can more his love commend

His dear, his only Son to send !

That man, condemn'd to die, might live,
And God be just, and yet forgive!

3 Messiah's come-with joy behold
The days by prophets long foretold.
Judah, thy royal sceptre's broke
And time still proves what Jacob spoke.
4 Daniel, thy weeks are all expir'd,
The time prophetic seals requir'd;
Cut off for sins, but not his own,
Thy prince Messiah did atone.
5 Thy famous temple Solomon,
Is by the latter far out-shone:
It wanted not thy glittering store,
Messiah's presence grac'd it more.
6 We see the prophecies fulfill'd
In Jesus, that most wondrous child,
His birth, his life, his death combine,.
To prove his character divine.
7 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands
A blessing to these favour'd lands:
No infidel shall be our dread,
Since thou art risen from the dead.
PEARL OF GREAT PRICE.
CX. C. M. Steele.

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Pearl of great price. Mat. xiii. 46.
E glittering toys of earth adieu,
A nobler choice be mine:
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.

2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious baits of sense ;-
Inestimable worth appears,
The pearl of price immense!
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,

Wealth, honour, pleasure meet.

4 Should both the Indies, at my call,
Their boasted stores resign;
With joy I would renounce them all
For leave to call thee mine.

5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this dear gift possess'd,

I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever bless'd.

6 Dear sov'reign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;

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Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.

PHYSICIAN ; OR THE MIRACLES OF

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CHRIST.

CXI. L. M.

Physician of souls.

Steele.

Jer. viii. 22.

EEP are the wounds which sin hath made Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.
2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns,
With fatal strength in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.
3 And can no sov'reign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
4 There is a great physician near,
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heav'nly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
5 See, in the Saviour's precious blood
Life, health, and bliss. abundant flow!
'Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.
6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sov'reign cure is found;
A cordial for the fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.

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CXII. C. M. Great Milton turre!
Rippon's Selec.

Physician; or, the Miracles of Christ

JESUS, since thou art still to-day

As yesterday the same;

Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of thy name.

2 Since still thou go'st about to do
Thy needy creatures good,

On me, that I thy praise may show,
Be all thy wonders show'd.

LEPER.

Now, Lord, to whom for help I cali,
Thy miracles repeat;

With pitying eye behold me fall,

A leper at thy feet.

4 Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorr'd,
I sink beneath my sin:

But if thou wilt, a gracious word
Of thine can make me clean.

DEAF AND DUMB.

5 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands,
Open, O Lord! mine ear;

Bid me stretch out my withered hands,
And lift them up in prayer.

6 Silent, (alas! thou know'st how long)
My voice I cannot raise;

But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing thy praise.

LAME.

7 Lame at the pool I still am seen,
Waiting to find relief;
While many others venture in,
And wash away their grief.

8 0 speak my mind, my conscience sound,
Thy grace and strength employ;
Light as an hart, my soul shall bound,
The lame shall leap for joy.

BLIND.

9 If thou, my God, art passing by,
O! let me find thee near;
Jesus, in mercy hear my ery,
Thou, son of David, hear!

10 See, I am waiting in the way,
For thee the heav'nly light;
Command me to be brought, and say,
"Sinner, receive thy sight."

POSSESSED.

11 Cast out thy foes, and let them still To thy great name submit ;

Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal,
And place me at thy feet.

12 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain,
Thou canst relieve my soul;
Lord, I believe, and not in vain,
For thou wilt make me whole.