Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last, Hath won my affections,and bound my soul fast. 2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here.. Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair; But thro' thy free goodness, my spirits revive, And he that first made me, still keeps me alive. 3 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart; Dissolv'd by thy goodness. 1 fall to the ground, And weep to the praise of the mercy I found. 4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day To th' poor and the needy who knock by the way;

No sinner shall ever be empty sent back,

Who comes seeking mercy for Jesus's sake. 5 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell; Its glories'll sing, and its wonders I'll tell : Twas Jesus, my friend, when he hung on the tree,

Who open'd the channel of mercy for me. 6 Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, And th' covenant love of thy crucify'd son; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine, Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine. XXXIV. 5. 5. 11. Toplady.

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Everlasting Love and electing Grace.
OW happy are we,

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Our election who see,

And venture, O Lord, for salvation on thee!
In Jesus approv'd,
Eternally lov'd,

Upheld by thy power we cannot be mov'd.

'Tis sweet to recline

On th' bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine : While, born from above,

And upheld b' thy love,

With singing and triumph to Zion we move.

Our seeking thy face,

Was all of thy grace,

Thy mercy demands and shall have all the praise:

No sinner can be
Beforehand with thee,

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free.
Our Saviour and friend
His love shall extend,

It knew no beginning, and never shall end :
Whom once he receives

His Spirit ne'er leaves,

Nor ever repents of the grace that he gives.
This proof we would give,
That thee we receive,

Thou art precious alone to the souls that believe.
Be precious to us!

All beside is as dross,

Compar'd with thy love and the blood of thy

cross.

PART THE SECOND.

6 Yet, one thing we want, More holiness grant!

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For more of thy mind, and thine image we pant:
Thine image impress

On thy fav'rite race,

O fashion and polish thy vessels of grace.

Thy workmanship we

More fully would be ;

Lord, stretch out thy hand and conform us to

thee;

While onward we move

To Canaan above,

Come, fill us with holiness, fill us with love.

Vouchsafe us to know

More of thee below,

Thus fit us for heaven, and glory bestow;
Our harps shall be tund

The lamb shall be crown'd;

Salvation to Jesus through heav'n shall resound.

XXXV. 8, 7, 4. Rippon's Selec.

The godly consideration of election in Christ
comfortable.

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ONS we are, through God's election,
Who in Jesus Christ believe;

By eternal destination,

Sovereign grace we here receive :

Lord, thy mercy

Does both grace and glory give.

Merits everlasting pain;
But thy love without beginning,
Has restor❜d thy sons again:
Countless millions

Shall in life, through Jesus reign.
3 Pause, my soul! adore and wonder!
Ask, "O why such love to me?"
Grace hath put me in the number
Of the Saviour's family:

Hallelujah!

Thanks, eternal thanks to thee? 4 Since that love had no beginning, And shall never, never cease; Keep, O keep me, Lord, from sinning! Guide me in the way of peace!

Make me walk in

All the paths of holiness.

5 When I quit this feeble mansion,
And my soul returns to thee;
Let the power of thy ascension
Manifest itself in me:

Through thy Spirit,

Give the final victory!

6 When the angel sounds the trumpet; When my soul and body join; When my Saviour comes to judgment, Bright in majesty divine;

Let me triumph

In thy righteousness as mine.
7 When in that bless'd habitation,
Which my God has fore-ordain'd;
When in glory's full possession,
I with saints and angels stand;
Free Grace only

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Finished Redemption.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary!

See! it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!

Flow to us from Christ the Lord. It is finish'd!

Saints, the dying words record. 3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows

Of the ceremonial law !

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finish'd

Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 4 [Happy souls, approach the table, Taste the soul-reviving food;

Nothing half so sweet and pleasant
As the Saviour's flesh and blood:
It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.]
5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

XXXVII. 8, 8, 6. Chatham tune. Toplady.

Christ's Atonement.

THOU, who didst thy glory leave,
Apostate sinners to retrieve,
From nature's deadly fall,

If thou hast bought me with a price,
My sins against me ne'er shall rise,
For thou hast borne them all.

2 And wast thou punish'd in my stead?
Didst thou without the city bleed
To expiate my stain?

On earth my God vouchsaf'd to dwell,
And made of infinite avail

The sufferings of the Man.

3 Behold him for transgressors given!
Behold th' incarnate King of heaven
For us his foes expire!

Amaz'd, O earth! the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
His Father's righteous ire.

4 Ye saints, the man of sorrows bless,
The God, for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone;

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Praise till, with all the ransom'd throng,
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And see him on his throne.

XXXVIII. 8, 7. L. H. C.

Gratitude for the Atonement.

HAIL! thou once despised Jesus,

Hail thou Galilean king!

Thou didst suffer to release us; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame! By thy merits we have favour; Life is given through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, All our sins on thee were laid: By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made : All thy people are forgiven,

Through the virtue of thy blood: Open'd is the gate of heaven;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail, enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide!

All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give :

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Help, ye bright angelic spirits!

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;

Help to sing our Saviour's merits;

Help to chant Immanuel's praise. XXXIX. 8, 6, 8. Ewell Tune. Cruttenden. Adoption. 1 John iii. 1-3.

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ET others boast their ancient line
In long succession great;

In the proud list let heroes shine,
And monarch's swell the state;
Descended from the King of Kings,
Each saint a nobler title sings.