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The Sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before his throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour,crown'd
With glories all divine;
And tell the wond'ring nations round,
How bright those glories shine.
3 Infinite power, and boundless grace
In him unite their rays;
You, that have e'er beheld his face,
Can you forbear his praise?

4 When in his earthly courts we`view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.
5 0, happy period! glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, the raptur'd lay,
To celebrate thy praise.

HYMN 65. C. M. Duncan.

Marlboro', Tisbury, Exeter.
The spiritual coronation.

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Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;
The work exceeds all nature's power.
2 And can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,

ALL-HAIL the power of Jesus' name! Ere life and hope forever fly?

Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small!
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all. ·
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all.
50, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

HYMN 66. C. M. Doddridge.
Mear, Barby, St. Asaphs.
Jesus precious to them that believe.

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name,

music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul!
My transport and my trust:
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

my capacious powers can wish,
thee doth richly meet;

3 There is a great physician near:
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See in his heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow;
'Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo

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HYMN 68. L.M. Steele.

China, Quercy, Bath.
Saviour the only one.

JESUS, the spring of Joys divine,

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Whence all our hope and comforts
Jesus, no other name but thine [flow;
Can save us from eternal wo.

2 In vain would boasting reason find
The way to happiness and God;
Her weak directions leave the mind
Bewilder'd in a dubious road.

3 No other name will Heaven approve:
Thou art the true, the living way,
Ordain'd by everlasting love,
To the bright realms of endless day.
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HYMN 69. L. M.

Portugal, China, Querey.
Way to Canaan.
1 TESUS, my all, to heaven is gone;
He, whom I fix my hopes upon!
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;

The king's highway of holiness, I'll go for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourn'd because I found it not; My grief, and burden, long has been Because I could not cease from sin." 4 The more I strove against its power, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, “Come hither, soul, I am the way." 5 Lo! glad I come! and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt take me to thee as I am: My sinful self to thee I give! Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God!"

HYIN 70, C. M. Hartford Coll.

Irish, St. Martins, Devizes.
Praise to the Redeemer.
FOR a thousand tongues to sing

10 My dear Redeemer's praise!

The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad
The honours of thy name.

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HYMN 72. L. M. S. Stennett. *
Portugal, Shoel.

Christians the sons of God.
OT all the nobles of the

3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, 'N Who boast the honours of their birth,

That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis musick in the sinner's ears; 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood avail'd for me. 5 Let us obey, we then shall know, Shall feel our sins forgiven; Anticipate our heaven below, And own that love is heaven.

Such real dignity can claim

As those who bear the Christjan name.

To be the sons and heirs of heaven; 2 To them the privilege is given, Sons of the God who reigns on high, And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 3 When, through temptation, they rebel, His chast'ning rod he makes them feel; Then, with a father's tender heart, He soothes the pain, and heals the smart. 4 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye, Leads them from earth to heaven above,

DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL, And crowns them with eternal love.

ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED.

ADOPTION.

HYMN 71. 7s. Humphreys.
Finedon, Turin, Hotham.

The privileges of the sons of God.
LESSED are the sons of God,

5 If I've the honour, Lord, to be
One of this numerous family,
On me the gracious gift bestow,
To call thee Abba, Father! too.

6 So may my conduct ever prove
My filial piety and love!
While all my brethren clearly trace

are bought with Jesus Their likeness

ATONEMENT.

HYMN 73. C. M. Watt's Sermons.

Abridge, Bedford.

The atonement of Christ. 1HOW WOW is our nature spoil'd by sin? Yet nature ne'er hath found The way to make the conscience clean, Or heal the painful wound. 2 In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own: Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood Can bring us near the throne. 3 The threatenings of thy broken law Impress our souls with dread; If God his sword of vengeance draw, It strikes our spirits dead. 4 But thine illustrious sacrifice

Hath answer'd these demands, And peace and pardon from the skies Come down by Jesus' hands. 5 Here all the ancient types agree, The altar and the lamb; And prophets in their visions see Salvation through his name.

6 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord;

'Tis on thy cross we rest; Forever be thy love ador'd, Thy name forever blest.

HYMN 74. 8's and 7's. Lock H. Coll. Sicilian Hymn, Love Divine. 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 find 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 forever to abide!

14 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:
Help, ye bright angelic spirits!

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays!
Help to sing our Saviour's merits;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise!

COMMUNION WITH GOD.

HYMN 75. C. M. Cowper. $
York, St. Anns.

Walking with God.

10 FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road, That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord; Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But now I find an aching void The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy dove! return, Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN 76. C.M. Watts's Sermons. or b St. Davids, Abridge.

O that I knew where I might find him. Sins and sorrows laid before God.

10 THAT I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God;
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.

2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain ;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
He knows what arguments I'd take,
To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.

All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side:
There for sinners thou art pleading :3
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.

5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,| And banish every fear;

GRACE.

HYMN 79. S. M. Doddridge.
Shirland, Pelham.

Salvation by grace from the first to the last.
RACE! 'tis a charming sound;

He calls thee to his throne of grace, 1. G Harmonious to the ear!

To spread thy sorrows there.

DEPRAVITY.

HYMN 77. L.M. Watts's Lyrics. or b

German, Eaton.

Original sin; or, the first and second Adam.

ADAM, our father and our head, Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us dead:

The fiery law speaks all despair, There's no reprieve or pardon there. 2 Call a bright council in the skies; Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, Speak; are you strong to bear the load, The weighty vengeance of a God? 3In vain we ask; for all around Stand silent through the heav'nly ground; There's not a glorious mind above Has half the strength or half the love. 4 But, O! unmeasurable grace! Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place :) Down to our world the Saviour flies, Stretches his arins, and bleeds, and dies. 5 Amazing work! look down, ye skies! Wonder and gaze with all your eyes; Ye saints below, and saints above, All bow to this mysterious love.

HYMN 78.

C. M. S. Stennett. b Dorset, York, Wareham.

Indwelling sin lamented.

1W Here at thy feet, my God, ITH tears of anguish I lament,

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been:
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin!

3 My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy, just, and true;
Tells me whate'er my God demands,
Is his most righteous due.
4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve;
But still I find it hard t' obey,
And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These strugglings in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

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Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies, each hour, I meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace all the work shall crown,
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
Through everlasting days;
And well deserves the praise.

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HYMN 80., C. M.

Irish, Cambridge.

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By the grace of God I am what I am. REAT God, 'tis from thy sove1 GR reign grace

That all my blessings flow;
Whate'er I am, or do possess,
I to thy mercy owe.

2 'Tis this my powerful lusts control,
And pardons all my sin; [sou,
Spreads life and comfort through my
And makes my nature clean.
'Tis this upholds me whilst I live,
Supports me when I die;
And hence ten thousand saints receive
Their all, as well as 1.

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Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

4 What have I, then, wherein to trust? 4 Thy pard’ning love, so free, so sweet
I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast,
My glory swallow'd up in shame.
5 Guilty, I stand before thy face;
My sole desert is hell and wrath; [place:
Twere just the sentence should take
But O, I plead my Saviour's death?
6 I plead the merits of thy Son,
Who died for sinners on the tree;
I plead his righteousness alone;
O put the spotless robe on me.

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Shoel, Leeds, Italy.

Imputed righteousness.
ESUS, thy blood and righteousness,

'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
2 When from the dust of death I rise,
To take my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath liv'd and died for ine."
3 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim!
Sinners of whom the chief I am.
4 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue:
The robe of Christ is ever new.
50 let the dead now hear thy voice!
Bid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness.

PARDON.

HYMN 83. C. M. Steele.

York, Canterbury, Wantage.
Pardoning love.

1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return:"
Dear Lord, and may I come!
My vile ingratitude 1 mourn;
O take the wanderer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?

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HYMN 84. S. M. Watts's Lyrics.
Aylesbury, Ustic.
Confession and pardon.
Y sorrows, like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into thy bosom, O my God!
Pour out a long complaint.
2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.
O'ercome by dying love,
Here at thy cross I lie,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.

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THE deluge, at the Almighty's call,

In what impetuous streams it fell;
Swallow'd the mountains in its rage,
And swept a guilty world to hell.
2 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint!
Surrounded with a chosen few,
Sat in his ark, secure from fear,
And sang the grace that steer'd him thro
3 So may I sing, in Jesus safe,
While storms of vengeance round me fall:
Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd,
Beyond what shakes this earthly ball.
4 Enter thine ark, while patience waits,
Nor ever quit that sure retreat,
Then the wide flood, which buries earth,
Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.

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