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How long will ye your folly love, And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God?

2 Madness and misery,

Ye count our life beneath;
And nothing great can see,
Or glorious in our death;
As born to suffer and to grieve,
Beneath your feet we lie;
And utterly contemn'd we live,
And unlamented die.

3 So wretched and obscure,
The men whom ye despise,
So foolish, weak, and poor:-
Above your scorn we rise;
Our conscience in the Holy Ghost,
Can witness better things:
For He, whose blood is all our boast,
Hath made us Priests and Kings.

4 Riches unsearchable

In Jesu's love we know, And pleasures from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow: From him the Spirit we receive,

Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore.

5 Angels our servants are,

And keep in all our ways,
And in their hands they bear,
The sacred sons of grace:

Our guardians to that heavenly bliss,
They all our steps attend,

And God himself our Father is,
And Jesus is our friend.

6 With him we walk in white;
We in his image shine;
Our robes are robes of light,
Our righteousness divine:
On all the grov'ling kings of earth,
With pity we look down,
And claim, in virtue of our birth,
A never-fading crown.

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2. Describing the Goodness of God.
HYMN 22.

C. M.

the mankind,

Nail'd to the shameful tree!

How vast the love that him inclin'd

To bleed and die for thee!

2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's veil 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!

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Besmeared with dust, and sweat, and

See there, the King of Glory see! Sinks, and expires, the Son of God! 2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found

3 I,-I alone have done the deed! 'Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn, My sins have caus'd thee, Lord, to bleed ; Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn. 4 For me the burden to sustain,

Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid;
To heal me, thou hast borne my pain;
To bless me, thou a curse wast made.
5 In the devouring lion's teeth,

Torn and forsook of all I lay;
Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death,
From death to save the helpless prey.
6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim,
How pay the mighty debt I owe?
Let all I have, and all I am,

Ceaseless to all thy glory show.
7 Too much to thee I cannot give;
Too much I cannot do for thee:
Let all thy love, and all thy grief,
Grav'n on my heart for ever be!
8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind,
O may I learn from thee my God:
And love, with softest pity join'd,
For those that trample on thy blood!
9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs,
O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast:
Tili loose from flesh and earth I rise,
And ever in thy bosom rest..

HYMN 24...

L. M.

Y The man of griefs condemn'd for you!

E that pass by, behold the Man!

The Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Weeping to Calvary pursue!

2 See! how his back the scourges tear,
While to the bloody pillar bound!

The ploughers make long furrows there,
Till all his body is one wound.

3 Nor can he thus their hate assuage;
His innocence, to death pursu'd,
Must fully glut their utmost rage;
Hark! how they clamour for his blood!
4 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear,
With nails they fasten to the wood!
His sacred limbs,-expos'd and bare,
Or only cover'd with his blood.

5 See there! his temples crown'd with thorn!
His bleeding bands extended wide!
His streaming feet, transfixt and torn,
The fountain gushing from his side.
6 Where is the King of Glory now!
The everlasting Son of God!

The' Immortal hangs his languid brow : The Almighty faints beneath his load: 7 Beneath my load he faints, and dies:

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I fill'd his soul with pangs unknown :
I caus'd those mortal groans and cries:
I kill'd the Father's only Son!

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THOU dear suffering Son of God! How doth thy heart to sinners move! Help me to catch thy precious blood, Help me to taste thy dying love! 2 Give me to feel thy agonies: One drop of thy sad

cup afford: I fain with thee would sympathize, And share the sufferings of my Lord!` 3 The earth could to her centre quake, Convuls'd, while her Creator died:

O let my inmost nature shake,
And die with Jesus crucified!

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Thy power I pant to prove,
Rooted and fix'd in love;
Strengthen'd by thy Spirit's might,
Wise to fathom things divine,
What the length, and breadth, and height,
What the depth of Love like thine.

Ah! give me this to know,
With all thy saints below:
Swells my soul to compass thee:
Gasps in thee to live and move;
Fill'd with all the Deity,

All immers'd and lost in love!

HYMN 28.

6 lines 8's.

LOVE Divine! what hast thou done?
The' immortal God hath died for me!

The Father's co-eternal Son

Bore all my sins upon the tree:
The' immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd.
2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,

The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
-was ever grief like his!
Come, feel with me his blood apply'd :
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd."

And say,

3 Is crucify'd for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God;
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood;
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucify'd,
4 Then let us sit beneath his cross,

And gladly catch the healing stream:
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him :

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