To the falvation thou haft brought,
And love and praise thy name.

B

HYMN LVII. Short Metre.

Christians Sons of GOD.

1.

EHOLD, what wond'rous grace
The Father hath beftow'd

On finners of a mortal race,

To call them fons of GOD!

II.

It doth not yet appear

How great we must be made; But when we see our SAVIOUR here, We fhall be like our head.

III.

A hope fo much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our fouls from fense and fin,
AS CHRIST the LORD is pure.

HYMN

HYMN LVIII. Common Metre.

CHRIST'S Death, Victory, and Dominion.

I.

SING my SAVIOUR's wond'rous death; He conquer'd when he fell; ""Tis finish'd,” said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

II.

""Tis finish'd," our EMANUEL cries, "Th' important work is done :" Hence fhall his fov'reign throne arise, His kingdom is begun.

III.

His crofs a fure foundation laid

For glory and renown;

When, thro' the regions of the dead,
He pass'd to reach the crown.

IV.

Exalted at his father's fide

Sits our victorious LORD;

To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.
V.

The faints, from his propitious eye,
Await their fev'ral crowns;

And all the fons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.

HYMN LIX. Common Metre.

Praise to CHRIST the Lamb of GOD.

COM

I.

(OME, let us join our chearful fongs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thoufand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.

II.

Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"-

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
For he was flain for us.

III.

JESUS is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And bleffings more than we can give
Be, LORD, for ever thine.

IV.

Let all that dwell above the fky,
And air, and earth, and feas,

Confpire to raise thy glories high,
And speak thy endless praise :

The

V.

he whole creation join in one,
To blefs the facred name

Of him that fits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN LX.

Common Metre.

A

For Eafter Sunday.

I.

GAIN the LORD of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;

Unfeals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

II.

D what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
what a fun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

III.

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hofannas fung;
Let gladnefs dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
IV.

Ten thousand differing lips fhall join
To hail this welcome morn;

D 2

Which

Which scatters bleffings from its wings,

To nations yet unborn.

√.

JESUS, the friend of human kind,
With strong compaffion mov'd,
Defcended like a pitying GOD,
To fave the fouls he lov'd.

VI.

The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his foul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

VII.

Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of JUDAH's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught fo much divine.

VIII.

And now his conquering chariot wheels Afcend the lofty skies;

While broke, beneath his powerful cross, Death's iron fceptre lies.

IX.

Exalted high at God's right hand,
And LORD of all below,

Thro' him is pardoning love difpens❜d,
And boundless bleffings flow.

An