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2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame ;
For he endur'd the fame.
The great Redeemer stood ; When Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did refist to blood.
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
What every Christian bears.
Nor scotns the meanest name. 6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power ; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the diftreffing hour.
Hymn CCXCIII. Common Metre. (* or b] ”
Repentance and Hope. ITH restless agitations tost, W "And low immers'd in woes, When thall my wild distemper'd thoughts A
Regain their loft repofe ? i Othou, the wretched's sure retreat, These torturing cares control,
C And with the cheerful smile of peace F
Revive my fainting foul.
The humble plea disdain ?
Or fupplicati mi vain ?
11 penitential tears, Thy goodness calms our restless doubts,
And dislipates our fears.
Our sinking hearts receive ;
To pity and forgive.
Appears serenely bright,
O'er forrow's dismal night.
And bless the friendly ray,
hymn CCXCIV. Long Metre. [X or b] Fesus Christ, the fume Yefierday, to Day, and Forever.
ITH wonder, Lord, our fouls proclaim
Th' immortal honours of thy name ; Affembled round our Saviour's throne,
We make his countless glories known.
Or Gabriel's nobler fpirit formid;
3 Through all succeeding ages, he
The same hath been, and still shall be ;
Though earth and skies wax old and fade. 4 The fame his power his flock to guard ;
The same his bounty to reward ;
To faints on earth, and faints above.
Jesus shall raise his people high ;
Hymn CCXCV. Common Metre. [*oib]
The Christian's Farewell.
feeble Farewell, thou ever changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
In brighter flames array'd j
No more demands thy aid.
Of my divine abode ;
Where I shall see my God. 4 The Father of eternal light.
Shall there his beams display;
With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes ;.
Amidst those brighter skies.
Shall in one song unite ;
Dymn CCXCVI. Com. Metre. [X or b]
humble fouls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise ;
And kind are all his ways.
In him we live and move ;
The wonders of his love.
To save our souls from sin;
And proves it all divine.
And here our hope relies ;
When storms of trouble rise.
The fouls who trust in thee;
With bliss divinely free.
6 Great God, to thy almighty love
What honours shall we raise ! Not all the raptur’d songs above Can render equal praise.
hymn CCXCVII. Long Metre. [X]
Blessed are the Poor in Spirit.
Let faith furvey your future store ;
The sacred words of truth atteft!
And pours the penitential tear,
A bright reverfion in the skies.
Despise your lot, your hopes deride;
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours. 4 A kingdom of immenfe delight,
Where health and peace and joy unite
Though earthly kingdoms fade away.
The glorious Friend who dy'd for you ;
To crowns of joy and songs of praise. 6 Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer ;
Confirm to me my int'rest there ;