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Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?

2 Yes, the Redeemer in his soul
Sustain'd the pains of hell;
The wrath of God without control,
On him our surety fell.

3 He took the dying sinner's place,
And suffer'd in his stead;
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled!

4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell
In thy atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

5 Jesus, my soul, adoring, bends
To love so full, so free;

And may I hope that love extends
Its sacred pow'r to me?

6 What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?

O! take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.

HYMN 16. Fourth Part. C. M.

The righteous blessed in death.

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For all the pious dead;

Sweet is the savour of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
From suff'rings and from sin releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;

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The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN 16.

Fifth Part. L. M.

The righteous blessed in death.

SAINTS in their

AINTS in their graves lie down in peace,
No more by sin or hell opprest;

The wicked there from troubling cease,
And there the weary are at rest.

2 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before
To that inheritance divine!

They labour, sorrow, sigh no more,
But bright in endless glories shine.

3 There shall we join the blissful throng,
And meet our dearest friends again;
And, all eternity, our song

To Jesus raise, and with him reign.

HYMN 16. Sixth Part. S. M.
Triumph over death.

1 AND must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine,
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh;
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.

3 God, my Redeemer, lives,
And often from the skies
Looks down, and watches o'er my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine

And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine,

5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his pow'r above.

6 Dear Lord! accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.

HYMN lo. Seventh Part. C. M.

The prospect of Heaven makes death easy to a Believer.

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THERE

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign:

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 17. First Part. L. M.
The Resurrection of Christ.

TIS

IS finish'd, the Redeemer cries;
Then lowly bows his fainting head:
And soon th' expiring sacrifice
Sinks to the regions of the dead.
2 'Tis done the mighty work is done!
For men or angels much too great;
Which none, but God's eternal Son,
Or would attempt, or could complete.
3 'Tis done-old things are past away,
And a new state of things begun;
A kingdom which shall ne'er decay,
But shall outlast the circling sun.
4 A new account of time begins;
Now our dear Lord resumes his breath,
Charg'd with our sorrows and our sins;
Our lives to ransom by his death.

5 Once he was dead, but now he reigns,
He lives, he lives, he lives again :
Let's tell our joys in pious strains,
And spread the glory of his name.

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HYMN 17. Second Part. L. M.
I know that my Redeemer liveth.

KNOW that my Redeemer lives;

What comfort this sweet sentence gives ' He lives, he lives, who once was dead, He lives, my ever-living head!

2 He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives eternally to save;

He lives all glorious in the sky,
He lives exalted there on high.

3 He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives to plead for me above;

He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
4 He lives to grant me fresh supply,
He lives to guide me with his eye;
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul's complaint
5 He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to stop and wipe my tears;
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives all blessings to impart.

6 He lives, my kind, wise, heav'nly friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and, while he lives, I'll sing,
He lives my prophet, priest, and king.
7 He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
8 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
I know that my Redeemer lives!

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HYMN 18. First Part. L. M.
He ascended into heaven.

UR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high; The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; "Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene:

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