2 'Tis finish'd-all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said
Is now fulfill'd as was design'd,
In me the Saviour of mankind.
3 'Tis finish'd-Heaven is reconcil'd,
And all the powers of darkness' spoil'd :
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men.
4 'Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round:
'Tis finish'd-let the echo fly
Thro' heaven and hell, thro' earth and sky.
HYMN 4. P. M.
1 YES, the Redeemer rose ;
The Saviour left the dead;
And o'er our hellish foes
High rais'd his conquering head:
In wild dismay
The guards around
Fall to the ground,
And sink away.
2 Lo! the angelic bands
In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet :
Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day
To JESUS' tomb.
8 Then back to Heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear :
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
"Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead;
He rose to-day."
4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,
"Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead
No more to die."
5 All hail triumphant Lord,
Who sav'st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.
HYMN 5. С. М.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away :
'Tis all that I can do.
1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar :
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see,
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see,
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.
HYMN 7. L. M.
1 RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injur'd Father's face ;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thine inward smart:
3 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And cast away thy slavish fear :
'Tis God who says, "no longer mourn,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
HYMN 8. P. M.
1 COME thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace !
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above :
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I've come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood.
3 O! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.
HYMN 9. L. M.
1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Asham'd of thee whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon ;
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