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3 Why that blood his raiment staining? 'Tis the blood of many slain; Of his foes there's none remaining, None, the contest to maintain: Fall'n they are, no more to rise, All their glory prostrate lies. 4 Mighty Victor! reign for ever, Wear the crown so dearly won; Never shall thy people, never,

Cease to sing what thou hast done: Thou hast fought thy people's foes; Thou hast heal'd thy people's woes.

WHE

HYMN 62. L. M.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ my God: All the vain things that charm me most, 1 sacrifice them to thy blood.

3 See! from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?

Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a tribute far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my life, my soul, my all.

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HYMN 63. C. M.

OEHOLD the Saviour of mankind
Nail'd to the shameful tree;
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's vail in sunder breaks.
The solid marbles rend.

3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid;
"Receive my soul!" he cries;

See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head and dies.

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,

And in full glory shine;

O Lamb of God, was ever pain,

Was ever love like thine!

HYMN 64. C. M.

MY Saviour hanging on the tree,

In agonies and blood,

Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, As near his cross I stood.

2 Sure, never till my latest breath Can I forget that look ;

It seem'd to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke.

3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plunged me in despair;

I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

4 Alas! I knew not what I did;

But now my tears are vain:
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,

I die that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue-
Such is the mystery of grace-
It seals my pardon too.

FRO

HYMN 65. C. M.

ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?

Why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
And nature sympathize;

The sun as darkest night be black:
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis He,

My Saviour and my God!

4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O save me, whom thou cam'st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

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3 'Tis finish'd: Aaron now no more

Must stain his robes with purple gore:
The sacred vail is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finish'd: this my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
By this, my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finish'd: heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd:
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finish'd let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
'Tis finish'd let the echo fly
Through heaven and hell, through earth
and sky.

HIGH

HYMN 67. L. M.

For the Jews.

IGH on the bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Still mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song denies to sing?

2 Awake! thy loudest raptures raise,

Let harp and voice unite their strains: Thy promised King his sceptre sways; Behold, thy own Messiah reigns.

3 By foreign streams no longer roam,

And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood; In every clime behold a home; In every temple see thy God.

4 No taunting foes the song require;

No strangers mock thy captive chain; Thy friends provoke the silent lyre,

And brethren ask the holy strain.

5 Then why on bending willows hung, Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string? Why mute remains the sullen tongue, And Sion's song delays to sing?

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Shall die no more; death shall on him
No more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsafed to die;
But that he lives, he lives to God
For all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restored,
And made, henceforth, alive to God
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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HYMN 69. III. 1. HRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er,

Darkness veils the earth no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal. Christ has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids him rise, Christ hath open'd paradise.

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

HYMN 70. L. M.
Col. iii. 1, 2.

YE faithful souls who Jesus know,

If risen indeed with him ye are, Superior to the joys below,

His resurrection's power declare :

2 Your faith by holy tempers prove,
By actions show your sins forgiven,
And seek the glorious things above,
And follow Christ, your Head, to heaven.
3 There your exalted Saviour see,
Seated at God's right hand again,
In all his Father's majesty,
In everlasting power to reign.

4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your destined place,
And emulate the angel choir,
And only live to love and praise.

HYMN 71. C. M.

1 Cor. xv. 20, 21, 22.-Col. iii. 1.

CHRIST from the dead is raised, and made

The First-Fruits of the tomb;

For, as by man came death, by man
Did resurrection come.

2 For, as in Adam all mankind

Did guilt and death derive;
So, by the righteousness of Christ,
Shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Christ,

Seek only how to get

The things which are above, where Christ

At God's right hand is set.

HE

ASCENSION.

HYMN 72. L. M.

E dies, the Friend of sinners dies: Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies; A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

2 Ye saints, approach, the anguish view
Of him who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you,

For you he sheds his precious blood.
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of Glory dies for men;
But lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high our great Deliverer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the tyrant death in chains.

6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, instruct, and save!" Then ask-"O death, where is thy sting? And where thy victory, O grave ?"

HYMN 73. L. M.

UR Lord is risen from the dead,

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Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right;
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 6"Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd.

WHIT-SUNDAY.

HYMN 74. C. M.

OME, Holy Ghost, Creator come,

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Inspire these souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made,
Be fill'd with grace divine.

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,

And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st God's law in each true heart; The promise of the Father, thou

Dost heavenly speech impart.

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
And give us peace within;
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death revived,
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both derived.

HYMN 75. C. M.

OME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,

COME,

With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys:
Our souls, how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
In vain we strive to rise:
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

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4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Before thy throne we sinners bend; Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.

HYMN 79. II. 4.

WE give immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above:
He sent his own

Eternal Son

To die for sins

That man had done.

2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who saved us by his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now he lives,

And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating power
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God, to thee

Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons Three,
The Godhead only One;
Where reason fails
With all her powers,
There faith prevails,

And love adores.

FAST-DAY.

HYMN 80. C. M.

ALMIGHTY Lord, before thy throne

Thy mourning people bend: 'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone, Our prostrate hopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful power display;

Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How changed, alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame ;
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the Christian name.

4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face.

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade,
We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,

When God, our God, is near.

HYMN 81. III. 3.

DREAD Jehovah, God of nations,

From thy temple in the skies,
Hear thy people's supplications,

Now for their deliverance rise:

2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,

Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.

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2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,
Pure religion's holier beams:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

PART II. III. 2.

5 YET, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Though the sickening flock should fall,
And the herd desert the stall:
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The early and the latter rain,
Blast each opening bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy:
Still to thee our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
7 Life and grace, whate'er our woe,
Still to thee, our God, we owe;
Though of earthly hopes bereft,
Yet our hope of heaven is left;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. FO

4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, And let our trust be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear,

And hymns of peace conclude our song.

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HYMN 84. C. M.
OUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are:
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was

thine,

The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine,
The mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;

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