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2. Our faith adores thy bleeding lave, And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heavenly crowns above,
From a Redeemer crucified.
And fling its scandals on the cause ;
And make our triumph in his crofs. 4 With joy, we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead hath left his tomb ;
The Incarnation of the Word.
To our incarnate Lord !
Adore th' eternal Word. 2 That glorious Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made, O happy morn! illustrious hour!
Was once in flesh array’d. 3 Then shone Almighty power and love,
In all their glorious forms; When Jesus left the world above,
To dwell with sinful worms. 4 To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies ; And sunk to poverty and woe,
That wretched man might rife. 5 Adoring angels tun'd their songs
To hail the joyful day ;
6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due !
With wonder we adore ;
Temptation witbout and within.
See how thy foes against thee rise,
Awake, my foul, or thou art loft. 2 See how rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
And willing souls are captive led. 3
I tread upon enchanted ground,
heart. 4 O teach thy fervant how to wield,
Bleft Saviour, thy immortal fhield';
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 5 The terror and the charm repel,
The smiles of earth, the frowns of hell
Mrs. BAR PACID. bymn XXIV. Hallelujah Metre. 
The Lord's Day Morning.
Shake off each slothful band !
Thy blissful rays
At thy approaching dawn,
In the dark vault confin'd.
And, midst their shouts, The Lord afcends. 2014 TIKE 3 All hail, triumphant Lord !
Heaven with hosanna rings ;
Thy praise responsive sings.
Through endless years To live and reign. 4 Gird on, great King, thy sword,
Ascend thy conq'ring car,
Thy foes shalt tread,
And wing th' unerring dart,
To each rebellious heart.
Then dying souls For life shall fue, ell; Num'rous as drops
Of morning dew.
RIPPON'S Collection, hymn xxv.
The Cbriftian Race.
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone
2 True, 'is a trait and thorny road, And mcrtal spirits tire and faint ; If they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every faint.
Has matchiefs works of wonder done ;
Their everlasting circles run.
Our souls thuill drink a rich fupply ; Whilst those who trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
Benefit of Ordinances.
And wait and worship near thy feat. 2. Lord, in the temple of thy grace,
We bow before thee and adore ;
And learn the wonders of thy power.
United prayers afcend on high ;
Of bleflings in variety. ·
Here we receive some cheering word;
Here, when our spirit faints and dies, And conscience smarts with inward stings; The Sun of righteousness shall rise, With healing beams beneath his wings. 6 Here would our ravish'd souls abide ; Or if from hence we must depart, Let neither life nor death divide Qur God and Saviour from our heart.
From everlasting was the Word ;
And angels fly at his command. 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell,
He led the host of morning Itars!
Dressd in such feeble flesh as they. 5 Mortals with joy behold his face,
Th' eternal Father's only Son;
When through his eyes the Godhead spons. 5 Arch-angels leave their high abode,
To learn new misteries here and tell