HYMNS.

TUNE 197 ALMELEY.

1 BEHOLD what wondrous grace

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The Father has bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!

'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

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The Jewish world knew not their King,

God's everlasting Son.

Nor doth it yet appear,

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure—

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down Thý Spirit like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

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We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba Father cry,
And Thou the kindred own.

TUNE 198

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RAIS

BLAINA.

AISE your triumphant songs,
To an immortal tune,

Let the wide earth resound the deeds

Celestial grace has done.

Sing how eternal love

Its chief beloved chose,

And bid Him raise our wretched race

From their abyss of woes.

His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes His brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

'Twas mercy filled the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,

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When Christ was sent with pardons down

To rebels doomed to die.

5 Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrows cease;
Bow to the sceptre of His love,
And take the offered peace.

6 Lord, we obey Thy call;
We lay an humble claim

To the salvation Thou has brought,
And love and praise Thy name.

TUNE 199 HUNTINGDON.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep;

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And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

The Son of God in tears!
Angels with wonder see!

Be thou astonished, O

my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.

He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear;

In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

TUNE 200

ST. IVES.

1 How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Christ with His reviving light,
Over our souls arise!

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Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of Heaven ;

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But in His righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways,
His hands infected nature cure,
With sanctifying grace.

The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the accursed chain.

Lord, we adore Thy ways,

To bring us near to God:

Thy sovereign power, Thy healing grace,
And Thine atoning blood.

TUNE 201

KENCHESTER.

[AKER and Sovereign Lord

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Of heaven, and earth, and seas,

Thy providence confirms Thy word,
And answers Thy decrees.

2 The things so long foretold
By David are fulfilled,

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When Jews and Gentiles joined to slay

Jesus, Thy Holy Child.

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Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,

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Bend all their counsels to destroy
The Anointed of the Lord?

Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against His Christ they join.

The Lord derides their rage,

And will support His throne:

He that hath raised Him from the dead
Hath owned Him for His Son.

6 Now He's ascended high,

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And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of His blood He pleads,
And pleads His heavenly birth.
He asks, and God bestows

A large inheritance;

Far as the world's remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.

The nations that rebel

Must feel His iron rod;

He'll vindicate those honours well
Which He received from God.

Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at His throne;

With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.