ź Here consummate in joy and peace,

We hail that wounded, bleeding heart,
Where, fav'd from fin, we'll never cease

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.
4 The end is come, God hath appear'd,

Assum'd our flesh, and blood, and bone ;'
The body in his love, prepar'd,

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 ;
He leads us, by the Saviour's blood,
Up to the glories of his throne.
HYMN CXLIV. s. M. [weszer's coit.]

Way, Truth and Life.
I AM, faith Chrift, the Way :

Now if we credit him,
All otħer paths must lead astray,

How fair foe'er they seem.
9 I am, faith Christ, the Truth :

Then all that lacks this test,
Proceed-it from an angel's mouth,
Is but a lie at beft,

3 I am, faith Christ, the Life :

Let this be seen by faith ;,
It follows, without further strife;

That all besides is death.
4. If what those words ave!,

The Holy Ghoft apply;
The fimple christian shall not err,
Nor be deceiv'd, nor die.

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 ;
By thee prepar'd, by thee bestow'd ;

Hail to the Saviour, and the God !
3 When gloomy shades my soul o'erspread,

“ 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;
The welcome Saviour from thy throne,
Brought righteousness and pardon down.
5 My soul was all o'erspread with fin,

And lo, his hath made me clean :
He rescues from ch' infernal foe,
And full redemption will bestow.

grace

6 Ye faints, afff my grateful tongue :

Ye angels, warble back my song :
For love like this, demands the praise
Of heav'nly harps, and endless days.

HYMN CXLVI.?, €. M. [WATTS. ]
By Jesus, we have received the atonement.
HOW

W is our nature spoil'd by lin!

Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way, to make the conscience clean,

Or heal the painful wound.
2 In vain we feck for peace with God,

By methods of our own :
Jefus, there's nothing but thy blood,

Can bring us near the throne.
3 The threat'nings of the broken lav

Impress our fouls with dread:
If God his fword of vengeance draw,

It strikes our fpirits dead.
4 But thine illustrious facrifice,

Hath answer'd these demands :
And peace

and pardon from the skies
Come down by Jesus' hand.
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 blelta

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HYMN CXLVII. [s. STENNETT.):
Acceptance in the atonement of the Beloved.

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Great God, before thine awful bar? How may the guilty hope to find

Acceptance with th' eternal mind ?
2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,

Not the most costly facrifice,
Not infant blood profusely spilt,

Will expiate a finner's guilt.
3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone,

Hath fov’reign virtue to atone :
Here we will rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God to thee.
HYMN CXLVIII. P. M. [X'N APP'S PSL]

The Counsels of Redeeming Love.
'HE Eternal speaks : All heav'n attends ;

Who that unhappy race defends,
While justice aims the blow?
See nature tremble at their fates :
Death with his iron sceptre waits :

her adamantine gates,
And triumpks at their woe.
2. Which of the bright celestial throng,

With love so warm, and heart so strong,
Dares languish on a crois ?
Who can leave liberty for chains ?
Abandon ecitacy, for paits ?
What angel fortitude sustains
Th'inestimable lofs.'

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Hell opes

3 He said: And death-like silence reign’d:

Deep was their awe : The radiant band,
The mighty talk' declin'd.
Ai once, heavin's Prince the silence broke,
And ardent, thus, the Sire bespoke,
“None, but shy Son can ward the stroke ;
Then let the task be mine.
Mine, be the feeble infant state ;
Mine, in return for love, be bate;
A manger be my throne.
Pain, when thy glory calls, is bliss ;
When man's in danger, torture's peace ;
Shame praise ; a paradise th' abyís :

Then yield thy darling Son."
s Th' Almighty radiance smil'd affent :

Loud was the thout that ether rent:
All hear'a was in amaze.
“Go, my lor'd image, said the Sire ;
Be born, in anguish to expire :"
Earth triumph : Angels Atrike the lyre,
To everlasting praise.
HYMN CXLIX. P. M. [909N RELLT.]

Jefus Christ, the Redeemer.
N mine own fiesh I see

My dear Redeemer, God :
And in that body he
Redeem'd me, by his blood :
Made one, no more to part again,

With him I ever shall remain. 2 Bone of his bone I am,

And evermore shall be ?