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2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release,
o The gates of brass before him burstThe iron fetters yield!
o 4 He comes-from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray ;
o And on the eye-balls of the blind To pour celestial day.
e 5 He comes-the broken heart to bindThe bleeding soul to cure;
o And, with the treasures of his grace,
e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
AND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our
The serpent blended with the dove,-
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
HYMN 15. L. M. Weldon. [*]
Christ's Transfiguration. Matt. xvii, 4. 1 WHEN at this distance, Lord, we trace thy face, What transport pours o'er all our breast, And charms our cares and woes to rest! 2 With thee, in the obscurest cell, On some bleak mountain would I dwell; Rather than pompous courts behold, And share their grandeur and their gold. d 3 Away, ye charms of mortal joy!
Raptures divine my thoughts employ! o I see the King of glory shine ;e I feel his love, and call him mine. -4 On Tabor thus his servants view'd
His lustre, when transform'd he stood; And, bidding earthly scenes farewell, Cried, 'Lord, 'tis pleasant here to dwell.' -5 Yet still our elevated eyes
To nobler visions long to rise;
o That grand assembly would we join, Where all thy saints around thee shine. d 6 That mount-how bright! those forms-how o 'Tis good to dwell for ever there : -Come, death, dear envoy of our God, And bear me to that blest abode. Doddridge.
HYMN 16. L. M. Dresden. [*]
p 1 WHAT venerable sight appears!-
e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know
Who like rapacious tigers stood,
And can thy tenderness forget
e 5 With deep remorse our bowels move,That we have wrong'd such matchless love; e Thy gentle pity, Lord, display,
And smile these trembling fears away. -6 Give us to shine before thy face, Eternal trophies of thy grace;
o Where songs of praise thy saints employ, And mingle with a Saviour's joy. Doddridg
HYMN 17. 7s. St. John's. [b]
Gethsemane: or, Agony in the Garden. Matt. xxvi, 36–45. 1
M ANY woes had Christ endur'd,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient and to pains inur'd!
e But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain'd in thee,-
e 2 Came at length the dreadful night!
e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
None can penetrate through theea Doleful-dark-Gethsemane.
4 All my sins against my Gode All my sins against his laws
All my sins against his bloodAll my sins against his cause :e Sins as boundless as the sea! . Hide me, O Gethsemane!
-5 Here's my claim, and here alone;
o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b]
The Saviour's Death.
ROM whence these direful omens round,
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays?
-2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake,
The sun as darkest night be black-
p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all atoning blood!
d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis he-
p 4 For me-these pangs his soul assail,
-5 Let sin no more my soul enslave;
e Oh, save me, whom thou cam❜st to save, Nor bleed-nor die in vain.
HYMN 19. L. M. Carthage. Munich. [b*] It is finished. John xix, 30.
IS finish'd:-so the Saviour cried: And meekly bow'd his head, and died! 'Tis finish'd:-yes, the race is run,The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finish'd-all that Heaven decreed, And all that ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 3 'Tis finish'd:-Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore; The sacred veil is rent in twain; The Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finish'd :-this my dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone; o Millions shall be redeem'd from death, -By this my last,expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd:-Heaven is reconcil'd, And all the powers of darkness spoil'd: o 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: s 'Tis finish'd:-let the echo fly,
Through heaven and hell, through earth and Dr. Stennet.
HYMN 20. L. M. Dresden. [b *]
p 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
daughters weep around'
a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degreea The Lord of glory dies for men! o But, lo! what sudden joys we see! d Jesus, the dead-revives again!
o 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell