ET Him to whom we now belong,
His fov'reign right affert,
And take up ev'ry thankful fong,
And ev'ry loving heart.
2 He juftly claims us for his own
Who bought us with a price;
The Chriftian lives to Christ alone,
To Chrift alone he dies.
3 Jefus, thy own at last receive,
Fulfil our heart's defire,
And let us to thy glory live,
And in thy cause expire.
4 Our fouls and bodies we refign,
With joy we render thee
Our all, no longer ours but thine
To all eternity!
APPY the fouls to Jefus join'd, And fav'd by grace alone; Walking in all his ways, they find Their heav'n on earth begun.
2 The church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know;
They fing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.
3 Thee in thy glorious realms they praise,
And bow before thy throne!
We in the kingdom of thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From thence our fpirits rife:
And he, that in thy ftatutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the fkies.
ESUS, I bless thy facred name
For favours fo divine;
All that I have, and all I am,
Shall be for ever thine.
2 Here peace and pardon fweetly flow:
Oh what delightful food!
Here is a balm for all my woe,
With every needful good.
3 Now may the God of boundless grace,
The God of hope and love,
Fill each believing foul with peace,
And ev'ry doubt remove.
LL glory and praise to Jefus our Lord! His ranfoming grace we gladly record; His bloody oblation, his death on the tree Hath purchas'd falvation in heaven for me.
2 The Saviour hath dy'd for me and for you;
The blood is apply'd, the record is true;
The spirit bears witness, and speaks in the blood,
And gives us the fitness for living with God.
HRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to day, Hallelujah.
Sons of men and angels fay:
Raife your joys and triumph high;
Sing ye heav'ns, and earth reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! our Sun's eclipfe is o'er!
Lo! he fets in blood no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the feal,
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rife,
Chrift hath open'd paradise.
4 Lives again our glorious King!
Where, O death, is now thy fting?
Once he died our fouls to fave,
Where's thy victory, boafting grave?
5 Soar we now where Chrift has led,
Following our exalted head;
Made like him, like him we rife,
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.
[ESUS Chrift is ris'n to day;
Jsons of men and angels fay,
Who fo lately on the cross,
Suffer'd to redeem our lofs.
2 Hymns of praises let us fing
Unto Chrift our heav'nly King,
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
3 But the pains which he endur'd
Our falvation have procur'd;
Now he reigns above the sky,
Where the Angels ever cry;-Hallelujah.
Chrift's Refurrection and Afcenfion. Pfalm xxiy. 7.
UR Lord is rifen from the dead,
Our Jefus is gone up on high;
The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the fky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the folemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
"Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
3 Loofe all your bars of maffy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims the manfions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.
"Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, fin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jefus is the Conqueror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the folemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
"Ye everlafting doors, give way."
6 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord of glorious power poffeft,
The King of faints and angels too,
GOD OVER ALL, for ever bleft.
ESUS the Lamb of God hath bled, He bore my fins upon the tree! Beneath my curfe he bow'd his head; 'Tis finifh'd! he hath dy'd for me.
2 For me I now believe he dy'd:
He made my ev'ry crime his own; Fully for me he fatisfy'd:
Father, well-pleas'd behold thy Son!
3 See where before the throne he ftands,
And pours the all-prevailing prayer:
Points to his fide, and lifts his hands,
And fhews that I am graven there.
4 He ever lives for me to pray;
He prays that I with him may reign;
Amen to what my Lord doth fay,
Jefus, thou canst not pray in vain.
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