o 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known; o Declares the great transaction's pass'd, And brings immortal blessings down. e 5 He dies!-and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; o Rising-he brought our heaven to light, And took possession of the joy.

HYMN 138. C. M. Colchester. [*] Saints in the Hands of Christ. John x, 28, 29. FIRM, as the earth, thy gospel stands, My Lord, my hope, my trust;

1

If I am found in Jesus' hands,
My soul can ne'er be lost.

2 His honour is engag'd to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All, whom his heavenly Father gave,
His hands securely keep.

3 Nor death, nor hell shall e'er remove
His fav'rites from his breast;

In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.

HYMN 139. L. M.

Green's. [b *]

e

1

Hope in the Covenant.

H

Heb. vi, 17-19.

TOW oft have sin and Satan strove To rend my soul from thee, my God! o But everlasting is thy love,

And Jesus seals it with his blood.
-2 The oath and promise of the Lord
Join to confirm the wondrous grace;
g Eternal power performs the word,
And fills all heaven with endless praise.
e 3 Amidst temptations, sharp and long,
My soul to this dear refuge flies;
-Hope is my anchor, firm and strong,
While tempests blow, and billows rise.
o 4 The gospel bears my spirit up;
g A faithful and unchanging God

Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths, and promises, and blood

HYMN 140. C. M. York. Reading. [b*]

A living and a dead Faith.

e 1 Mand make their empty boast

ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heaven

Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust.

2 Vain are our fancies' airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
-None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living head.

o 3 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart;
'Tis faith, that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,

And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'T'is faith that conquers earth and hell,
By a celestial power;

This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decisive hour.

e 5 (Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;

A pard'ning God is jealous still
For his own holiness.

-6 When from the curse he sets us free,
He makes our natures clean;
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.

o 7 His Spirit purifies our frame,
And seals our peace with God:
-Jesus, and his salvation, came
By water and by blood.)

e 1

HYMN 141. S. M. Aylesbury. [b] The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. Isa. liii, 1-5, 10—12.

WHO has believ'd thy word,

Or thy salvation known?

o Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son.

e 2

The Jews esteem'd him here
Too mean for their belief;

p Sorrows his chief acquaintance were
And his companion grief

-3

They turn'd their eyes away,
And treated him with scorn;

p But 'twas their grief upon him lay;
Their sorrows he has borne.

a 4

"Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles, then unknown, The God of justice pleas'd to bruise His best beloved Son.

-5

But I'll prolong his days,

'And make his kingdom stand; 'My pleasure,' saith the God of grace, Shall prosper in his hand.

06 ('His joyful soul shall see The purchase of his pain;

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And by his knowledge justify
The guilty souls of men.)

Thousands of captive slaves,
Releas'd from death and sin;

'Shall quit their prisons, and their graves, 'And own his power Divine.)

8

'Heaven shall advance my Son
'To joys that earth deny'd;
'Who saw the follies men had done,
'And bore their sins, and dy'd.'

HYMN 142. S. M. Bingham. [b]
The same. Isa. liii, 6-9-12.

el LIKE sheep we went astray,

And broke the fold of God;

Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,
But all the downward road.

p 2

How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wand'rings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour,
Upon the Shepherd's head!

o 3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustain'd the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for his flock.

a 4 His honour and his breath

Were taken both away;

Join'd with the wicked in his death
And made as vile as they

• 5 But God will raise his head,

O'er all the sons of men ;

And make him see a num'rous seed,
To recompense his pain.

g 6

'I'll give him,' saith the Lord,
A portion with the strong;

He shall possess a large reward,
'And hold his honours long.'

HYMN 143. C. M. Barby. [*] Characters of the Children of God, from several Scriptures.

b1 A To feed, and grow, and thrive;

S new-born babes desire the breast,

So saints with joy the gospel taste,
And by the gospel live.

2 [With inward gust, their heart approves
All that the word relates;

They love the men their Father loves,
And hate the work he hates.

3 Not all the flatt'ring baits on earth
Can make them slaves to lust;
They can't forget their heavenly birth,
Nor grovel in the dust.

4 Not all the chains that tyrants use
Shall bind their souls to vice:

Faith, like a conqu'ror, can produce
A thousand victories.]

-5 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

e 6 Not by the terrours of a slave, Do they perforin his will;

• But with the noblest powers they have His sweet commands fulfil.

-7 They find access at ev'ry hour
To God, within the vail;

Hence they derive a quick'ning power,
And joys that never fail.

o 8 O happy souls! O glorious state
Of ever-flowing grace!

To dwell sɔ near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face!

e 9 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son,
To form my heart divine.

-10 There shed thy choicest love abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
d Then shall I say, My Father, God,
With an unwav'ring tongue.

HYMN 144. C. M. Canterbury. York. [b *]
The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii, 14,
16; Eph. i, 13, 14.
e 1 WHY should the children of a king

Go mourning all their days?

o Great Comforter, descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace.

e 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?

When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiv'n?

-3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,-
The pledge of joys to come;
And thy soft wings, celestial Dove,
Will safe convey me home.

HYMN 145. C. M. Sunday. Christmas. [*] Christ and Aaron. Heb. vii, and ix. ESUS, in thee our eyes behold

1

JE

A thousand glories more,

Than the rich gems, and polish'd gold,

The sons of Aaron wore.

e? They first their own burnt-off 'rings brought, To purge themselves from sin;

Thy life was pure without a spot,

And all thy nature clean.

-3 [Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altars spilt:

But thy one off 'ring takes away,

For ever, all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran through sev'ral hands, For mortal was their race;