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My pardon I claim,

For a finner I am,

A finner believing in JESUS's name:
He purchas'd the grace
Which now I embrace;

O FATHER, thou know'ft he hath dy'd in my

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And hear the Blood speak which hath answer'd

Acquitted I was,

When he bled on the cross;

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And, by lofing his life, he hath carry'd my cause.

XI. Night.

OMNIPRESENT GOD, whose aid

one ever afk'd in vain,

Be this night about my bed,
Ev'ry evil thought reftrain:
Lay thy hand upon my foul,
Guard of my unguarded hours!
All my enemies control,

Hell, and earth, and nature's pow'rs.

2 Unto thee for help I feek;

Perfect, LORD, thy ftrength in me;
I am ftrong, when I am weak;
Weak myfelf, but ftrong in thee:
Let not evil enter in,

Ev'ry felfith thought avert;

Stop the avenues of fin,

Keep the illues of my heart."

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HYMN I.

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CHRIST'S Humiliation and Exaltation.

HAT equal honors fhall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the LAMB;

WHAT equal

Since all the notes that angels fing,
Are far inferior to thy name?

2 Worthy is he, that once was flain,

The Prince of Peace, that groan'd and dy'd; Worthy to rife, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's fide.

3 Pow'r and dominion are his due,

Who flood condemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,

Tho' he was charg'd with madness here.

4 All riches are his native right,

Yet he fuftain'd amazing lofs: To him ascribe eternal might,

Who left his weaknefs on the cross. 5 Honor immortal must be paid,

Inftead of fcandal and of fcorn. While glory fhines around his head, And a bright crown, without a thorn.

6 Bleffings for ever on the LAMB,

Who bore our fin, and curfe, and pain:
Let angels found his facred name,
And ev'ry creature fay, Amen!
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II. Hofanna to CHRIST.

HOSANNA to the Royal Son

Of David's antient line!

His natures two, his perfon one,
Myfterious and divine.

2 The Root of David, here, we find And Off-fpring, are the fame: Eternity and time are join'd

In our Immanuel's name.

3 Bleft he that comes to wretched m With peaceful news from Heav Hofannas, of the highest ftrain, TO CHRIST the Lord be giv'n.

4 Should we, dear Lord, refufe to t Th' Hofanna on our tongues, The rocks and ftones would rife a Their filence into fongs.

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OW ftrong thine arm is, n Who would not fear thy 1 JESUS, how fweet thy graces are!

Who would not love the LAMI

2 He hath done more than Mofes di
Our prophet and our king;
From wrath and hell our fouls he
And taught our lips to fing.

3 O thou jealous GOD, come down; GOD of fpotlefs purity!

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Claim, and feize me for thine own,
Confecrate my heart to thee:
Under thy protection take,

Songs in the night feafon give;
Let me fleep to thee, and wake;
Let me die to thee, and live.

XII. Safety in CHRIST.

ARE there not in the laborer's day
Twelve hours, wherein he fafely may
His calling's works perfue?

Tho' fin and Satan ftill are near,
Nor fin, nor Satan, will I fear,
With JESUS in my view.

2 Nor all the pow'rs of hell can fright
A foul that walks with CHRIST in light;
He walks, and cannot fall:
Clearly he fees and wins his way,
Shining unto the perfect day,

And more than conquers all.

3 Light of the world, thy beams I bless;
On thee, bright fun of righteoufnefs,
My faith hath fix'd its eye:
Guided by thee, through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin fpread below,
For thou art always nigh.

4 Ten thousand fnares my path befet,
Yet fhall I, Lord; the work complete,
Which thou to me haft giv'n:

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Superior to the pains I feel,
Clofe by the gates of death and hell,
I urge my way to Heav'n.

Still may I ftrive, and labor ftill,
With humble zeal, to do thy will,
And truft in thy defence!
My foul into thy hands I give;
And, if he can obtain thy leave,
Let Satan pluck me thence.

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XIII. CHRIST our Sacrifice.

OT all the blood of beafts
On Jewish altars flain

Could give the guilty confcience peace,,
Or wash away the ftain.

But CHRIST, the heav'nly LAMB,
Takes all our guilt away;

A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
Whilft like a penitent I ftand,
And there confefs my fin.
My foul looks back to fee
The burdens thou didft bear,

When hanging on the painful tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice

To fee the curfe remove;

We brefs the LAMB, with chearful voice, And fing his bleeding love.