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ź Here consummate in joy and peace,
We hail that wounded, bleeding heart,
To praise the Lamb, our better part. 3 Now all things in one period turn; Sin dares no more to show its head
; No morë' we want, nor sigh, nór mourn;
On ev'ry foe, we conq'ring tread.
Assum'd our flesh, and blood, and bone ;'
Is that, where Christ and we are one. 5 O death ! where's now thy fting and curse?
Where's now thy boasted pow'r and might? We feel no more the dread remorse,
Nor can thy terrors us affright. 6 Glory to our incarnate God!
We're fav'd in him ; the work is done ;
Way, Truth and Life.
Now if we credit him,
How fair foe'er they seem.
Then all that lacks this test,
3 I am, faith Christ, the Life :
Let this be seen by faith ;,
That all besides is death.
The Holy Ghoft apply;
HYMN CXLV. L.M. (DODDRIDGE.] Wisdom, Righteousness, San£tification and Redemp.
tion. My God, afîit me, while I raise
An anthem of harmonious praise ; My heart thy wonders shall proclaim,
And spread its banners in thy name. 2 In Chrift, I view a store divine ;
My Father, all that store is thine ;
Hail to the Saviour, and the God !
“ Let there be light,” th' Almighty faid ; And Christ, my fun, his beams displays,
And fcatters round celestial rays. 4 Condemn'd, thy criminal I stood,
And awful justice ask'd my blood;
And lo, his hath made me clean :
6 Ye faints, afff my grateful tongue :
Ye angels, warble back my song :
HYMN CXLVI.?, €. M. [WATTS. ]
W is our nature spoil'd by lin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found
Or heal the painful wound.
By methods of our own :
Can bring us near the throne.
Impress our fouls with dread:
It strikes our fpirits dead.
Hath answer'd these demands :
and pardon from the skies
The altar, and the Lamb:
Salvation, through his name.
'Tis on thy cross we rest : Forever be thy love ador'd, Thy name forever blelta
HYMN CXLVII. [s. STENNETT.):
Great God, before thine awful bar? How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal mind ?
Not the most costly facrifice,
Will expiate a finner's guilt.
Hath fov’reign virtue to atone :
The Counsels of Redeeming Love.
Who that unhappy race defends,
her adamantine gates,
With love so warm, and heart so strong,
3 He said: And death-like silence reign’d:
Deep was their awe : The radiant band,
Then yield thy darling Son."
Loud was the thout that ether rent:
Jefus Christ, the Redeemer.
My dear Redeemer, God :
With him I ever shall remain. 2 Bone of his bone I am,
And evermore shall be ?