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XXXIV. 5, 6. TOPLADY.

Everlasting Love and electing Grace.
HOW happy are we,

Our election who see,

And venture, O Lord, for salvation on thee? In Jesus approv'd,

Eternally lov'd,

Upheld by thy power we cannot be mov'd.

"Tis sweet to recline

On the bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine:

While, born from above,

And upheld by thy love,

With singing and triumph to Zion we move. 3 Our seeking thy face,

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Was all of thy grace,

Thy mercy demands and shall have all the praise:

No sinner can be

Beforehand with thee,

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free.

Our Saviour and friend

His love shall extend,

It knew no beginning, and never shall end : Whom once he receives

His Spirit ne'er leaves,

Nor ever repents of the grace that he gives.

5 This proof we would give,

That thee we receive,

Thou art precious alone to the souls that be lieve.

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Be precious to us!

All beside is as dross,

Compar'd with thy love and the blood of thy

cross.

PART THE SECOND,

Yet, one thing we want,

More holiness grant!

For more of thy mind, and thine image we pant:

Thine image impress

On thy favorite race,

O fashion and polish thy vessels of grace. 17 Thy workmanship we

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More fully would be;

Lord, stretch out thy hand and conform us to thee;

While onward we move

To Canaan above,

Come, fill us with holiness, fill us with love,

Vouchsafe us to know

More of thee below,

Thus fit us for heaven, and glory bestow;
Our harps shall be tun'd,

The lamb shall be crown'd;

Salvation to Jesus through heaven shall resound.

XXXV. 8,7, 4.

RIPPON'S SELEC.

The godly consideration of election in Christ

comfortable.

1 ONS we are, through God's election, Who in Jesus Christ believe;

By eternal destination,

Sovereign grace we here receive:

Lord, thy mercy

Does both grace and glory give.
2 Every fallen soul by sinning,
Merits everlasting pain;
But thy love without beginning,
Has restor❜d thy sons again:
Countless millions

Shall in life, through Jesus reign.
3 Pause, my soul! adore and wonder!
Ask, "O why such love to me ?"
Grace hath put me in the number
Of the Saviour's family:

Hallelujah!

Thanks, eternal thanks to thee? 4 Since that love had no beginning, And shall never, never cease; Keep, O keep me, Lord, from sinning! Guide me in the way of peace!

Make me walk in

All the paths of holiness,

5' When I quit this feeble mansion,
And my soul returns to thee;
Let the power of thy ascension
Manifest itself in me:

Through thy Spirit,

Give the final victory!

6 When the angel sounds the trumpet; When my soul and body join; When my Saviour comes to judgment, Bright in majesty divine;

Let me triumph

In thy righteousness as mine.

7 When in that bless'd habitation, Which my God has fore-ordain'd;

When in glory's full possession,
I with saints and angels stand;
Free Grace only

Shall resound through Canaan's land.

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XXXVI. 8, 7, 4. F

Finished Redemption.

ARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!

See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finish'd!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure

Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finish'd!

Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finish'd!

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 [Happy souls, approach the table,
Taste the soul-reviving food;
Nothing half so sweet and pleasant
As the Saviour's flesh and blood:
It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.] 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theine;

All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name!
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

XXXVII. 8, 8, 6. Chatham tune.
TOPLADY

CHRIST'S Atonement.

THOU, who didst thy glory leave,
Apostate simmers to retrieve,
From nature's deadly fall,

If thou hast bought me with a price,
My sins against me ne'er shall rise,
For thou hast borne them all.

2 And wast thou punish'd in my stead?
Didst thou without the city bleed
To expiate my stain ?

On earth my God vouchsaf'd to dwell,
And made of infinite avail

The sufferings of the Man.

3 Behold him for transgressors given!
Behold th'inca rnate King of heaven
For us his foes expire!

Amaz'd, O earth! the tidings hear!
He bore, that we might never bear,
His Father's righteous ire.

4 Ye saints, the man of sorrows bless,
The God, for your unrighteusness
Deputed to atone :

Praise till, with all the ranson'd throng,
Ye sing the never-ending song,

And see him on his throne.