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Ye flaves of sin and hell,
And bleft in Jesus live.
of jubilce is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 5
The gospel trumpet hear,
Behold your Saviour's face!
Return, ye ranfoni’d singers, home. 6 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye mournful fouls, be glad.
year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.
RIPPON's Colicetion, Prin XLI. Long Metre.
[X or b]
The eternal uncreated Mind ?
Measure and search his nature out? 2 'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell,
And what can imortals know or tell?
And all the shining worlds on high. 3 God is a King of power unknown;
Firm are the orders of his throne,
Or ask him why or what he does ?
The fainting fun grows dim at noon;
The pillars of heav'n's starry roof
And smites the fons of pride to death. 6 These are a portion of his ways !
But who shall dare describe his face?
WATTS. Hymn XLII. Common Matre. [X or b]
Trembling beneath thy feet;
To reach thy lofty feat.
What various glories shine !
Upon our fainting mind.
If thou unveil thy grace ;
When wrath arrays thy face.
How short our praises fall! So much akin to nothing, we,
And thou, th' eternal All.
And awfully adore ;
Hymn XLIII. Long Metre. [X or b]
I be Presence of God mortifs irz us to tbe World. YOME, blessed descend and dwell
By faith and love within our breast; Then shall we know, and taste and feel
Such joys as cannot be express'd. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess,
Of thy unmeasurable grace.
The glories of th' eternal skies,
How despicable in our eyes ! 4 Great all in all, eternal King !
Could we but view thy glorious face,
Thy boundless wisdom and thy grace. 5 Now to the God, whose power in heaven
And earth, has works of wonder done,
Pymn XLIV. Common Metre. [X]
Praise to God and the Lamb.
With angels round the throne;
Dut all their joys are one. 2 “ Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“ To be exalted thus ;" " Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
6 For he was slain for us.'
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ;
Be, Lord, forever thine.
And air, and earth, and feas,
And speak thine endless praise.
To bless the sacred name
The Foys of Heaven.
Inspire each lifeless tongue ;
Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow and pain and every care,
And discord there shall ceale; And perfect joy and love fincere
Adorn the realms of peace. 3 The foul, from sin forever frec,
Shall mourn its power no more; But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne, low dazzling briglar
TH' exalted Saviour fhines, And beams ineffable delight
On all the heavenly minds. 5 There faall the follwers of the Lami.
icin in immortal fongs; And endleis nonours to his 112 me
Employ their tuneful tongues.
6,Lord, tune our hearts to praise and loves
Our feeble notes inspire ;
We join th' angelic choir. Mrs. STEELE. Hymn XLVI. Long Metre. [mor b]
Wiary Souls invited to Reft.
Come and accept the promis'd rest;
And caft your gloomy fears away.
O come, and spread your woes to God;
Will all the painful load remove.
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes;
How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart
The hope thy gracious words impart ;
And bless the kind inviting voice.
Consirm our faith, our fears remove ;
Sbort Metre. [X]
And let our joys be known; join in a foug with sweet accord,
And thus furround the throne.