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Infinite strength, and equal skill
Shine thro' the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.

V.

But still the wonders of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine in JESUS' face
We see, adore and love.

HYMN CCXXVI. L. M
Jesus, the Bright and Morning-Star.

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worlds of light, that roll so near The Saviour's throne of shining bliss! O tell how mean your glories are,

How faint and few compar'd with his.

II.

We sing the bright, and morning-star,
(Jesus the spring of light and love)
See how its rays, diffus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above.

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Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,
Point out the puzzled christian's way,
Still as he goes, he finds the road,
Enlighten'd with a constant day.

IV.

When shall we reach the heavenly place,

Where this bright star will brightest shine?

II.

JESUS, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace.

III.

He breaks the pow'r of cancell❜d sin,
He sets the pris❜ners free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.

IV.

He speaks, and list'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive:
The mournful broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

V.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, Your loosen'd tongues employ:

Ye blind, behold your SAVIOUR COME; And leap ye lame for joy.

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EJOICE, the LORD is King,
Your GoD and King adore:
Mortals give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore:
Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice, aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

II.

Rejoice, the SAVIOUR reigns,
The GoD of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains
He took his seat above;

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

III.

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell,
Are to our JESUS giv'n:

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

IV.

He all his foes shall quell,

Shall all our sins destroy; And every bosom swell

With pure seraphic joy:

Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

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Rejoice in glorious hope,
JESUS the Judge shall come,
And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice,
The trump of GoD shall sound, rejoice.

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HYMN CCXXIX. L. M.

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The Dying Saviour.

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TRECH'D on the cross, the Saviour dies,
Hark! his expiring groans arise.

See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide!

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But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!
III.

To suffer in the traitor's place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by—
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?

IV.

And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed!
And could the sun behold the deed?
No-he withdrew his sick'ning ray,
And darkness veild the mourning day.

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Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?

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Come dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart;
Till all its powers and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.

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JESUS thy blood and righteousness,

My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd. With joy shall I lift up my head.

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When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"JESUS hath liv'd and dy'd for me.

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Bold shall I stand in that great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, thro' these, absolv'd I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

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Thus Abraham, the friend of Gon, Thus all the armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners thee proclaim; Sinners of whom the chief I am.

V.

This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of CHRIST is ever new.

VI.

O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy ban sh'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
JESUS the Lord our righteousness.

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