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2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

o 3 He comes-the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

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,
T' enrich the humble poor.

e 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.



HYMN 14. L. M. Islington. [*]
Christ's Example.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our


The serpent blended with the dove,-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life, divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.


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. [*]
Christ weeping over Jerusalem. Luke xix, 41, 42.

p 1 WHAT venerable sight appears!-
The Son of God, dissolv'd in tears!-
Trace, O my soul, with sad surprise,
The sorrows of a Saviour's eyes.

e 2 For whom, bless'd Jesus, we would know
Doth such a sacred torrent flow?-
What brother, or what friend of thine,
Is grac'd and mourn'd with drops divine?
-3 Nor brother, there, nor friend I see-
d But sons of pride and cruelty;

Who like rapacious tigers stood,
Impatient, panting for thy blood.
p 4 Dear Lord, and did thy gushing eyes
Thus stream o'er dying enemies?

And can thy tenderness forget
The sinner, humbled at thy feet?

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!
d Vengeance, with his iron rod,
Stood, and with collected might,
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God:
p See, my soul, the Saviour see-
Prostrate in Gethsemane.

e 3 There my God bore all my guilt;
-This, through grace, can be believ'd!
e But the torments which he felt,
Are too vast to be conceiv'd:

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;
None a Saviour more can need;
Deeds of righteousness I've none;
Not a work that I can plead:
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

o 6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One almighty God of love,
Prais'd by all the heavenly host,
In thy shining courts above-
We, poor sinners, gracious Three,
Praise thee for Gethsemane.


HYMN 18. C. M. China. [b]

The Saviour's Death.

ROM whence these direful omens round,

earth amaze!

e 1

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.


p 3 Behold, fast streaming from the treeHis all atoning blood!

d Is this the INFINITE?-'tis he-
My Saviour and my God.

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

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


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.

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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 *]
Christ's Dying, Rising, and Reigning.

p 1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies!

daughters weep around'

a A solemn darkness veils the skies!
d A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
e 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load;
p He shed a thousand drops for you-
A thousand drops of richer blood.

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!
Up to his Father's court he flies!
g Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

u 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliv'rer reigns;
o Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
d And led the tyrant, death-in chains.
s 6 Say, 'Live for ever, glorious King,
'Born to redeem, and strong to save!'
d Then ask-'O death, where is thy sting?
And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave?


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