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162. For Salvation.

L.M.

Serve the Lord with gladness; come before his presence with singing.-PSALM C. 2.

NOW raise a solemn cheerful strain, The noblest, sweetest theme invites ; 'Tis he who bore our sin and pain, And in our welfare now delights. 2 'Tis JESUS the eternal "Word," The praise of all the hosts above; Who reigns the universal Lord; The GoD of everlasting love. 3 'Tis JESUS in the form of man, And lower than the angels made, To execute the gracious plan In God's eternal purpose laid.

4 'Tis JESUS hanging on the cross, (Mysterious spectacle of woe), For whom we count the world but loss, And freely part with all below.

5 'Tis JESUS ris'n from the dead,

And now in heav'n "both CHRIST and
Lord,"

His people's advocate and head;
Their joy, their crown, their "great
reward."

6 Ah! Lord, how feeble is our song!
How much below thy matchless love;
But by thy grace we hope, 'ere long,
To raise a nobler strain above.

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163 For Salvation. L. M.

Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, and hath made us Kings and Priests unto GOD and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever.-REV. i. 5, 6.

HOW pleasant is the sound of praise! It well becomes the saints of GoD: Should they refuse their songs to raise, The stones might tell their shame abroad. 2 For him who wash'd you in his blood, Ye saints, your loudest songs prepare: He sought you wand'ring far from GOD, And now preserves you by his care.

3 Tho' angels may with rapture see,
How mercy flows in streams of blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.

4 While angels praise the heav'nly King, And worship him as God alone,

The saints with exultation sing
"He wears our nature on the throne."

5 [Sweet truth! it yields unceasing cause
Of wonder and of praise above;
That man, who once accursed was,
Should be the object of such love.]

6 Great King of Angels and of Saints!
(Whose matchless glories far outshine
What eye beholds or fancy paints),
Let everlasting praise be thine!

164. For Salvation. C. M.

Unto you therefore which believe he is precious.--
1 PET. ii. 7.

WE'LL sing of CHRIST, no matter who
Should disapprove the theme:
When he is precious in our view,
We can't but sing of him.

2 And he is precious in the sight
Of all who know his voice:
'Twas he who brought them to the light,
And taught them to rejoice.

3 'Tis he who cheers them by his smile, And guards them by his pow'r; Who keeps them safe from force and In ev'ry trying hour.

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4 'Tis he who will conduct them home, Beyond the reach of ill:

Where all the ransom'd people come;
Where saints for ever dwell.

5 Let glory wreath his blessed head,
Who once was crown'd with thorns;
Whose blood upon the cross was shed;
Whom man reviles and scorns.

6 And let his people make their boast
Of him, and him alone,

Who came from heav'n to save the lost;
The praise be his alone,

165 For his Wisdom and Love. L.M.

He hath done all things well.-MARK vii. 37.

OH for a heart prepar'd to sing
TO GOD, my SAVIOUR, and my King!
While with his saints I join to tell
How "JESUS has done all things well."

2 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free,
Is all his love to sinful me!

He saves me though I did rebel; "JESUS, my Lord, does all things well."

3 [Though oft a fiery flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart, With this I all his rage repel,

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4 Whene'er my SAVIOUR and my GoD
Has on me laid his gentle rod,
I know, in all that has befell,
JESUS has still done all things well.

5 Sometimes he's pleas'd his face to hide,
To make me pray, or kill my pride;
Yet am I help'd on this to dwell,
"My SAVIOUR doeth all things well."

6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath: Yet then, e'en then, my soul shall tell, "JESUS is with me: all is well."

7 And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies; Above the rest these notes shall swell, "My SAVIOUR has done all things well."

SECTION THIRD.

THE HOLY SPIRIT.

166. Faith. S.M.

By grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of GOD.-EPH. ii. 8.

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FAITH!-'tis a precious grace,
Where'er it is bestow'd!

It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God!

JESUS it owns a King,-
An all-atoning Priest:

It claims no merit of its own,
But looks for all in CHRIST.

To him it leads the soul,

When fill'd with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,
And trusts his righteousness,

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