& But thou 'rt our mighty Rock;
Thy shadow very great!

Where all thy weary pilgrim-flock
Find a divine retreat.

4 Though once with sin oppress'd,
From which no part was free;
Our grievances are now redress'd,
Dear, glorious Man, in thee.

5 In thee we now have found

Whate'er we lost, and more; We see thy grace much more abound, Than sin had done before.

6 Thy praise be our employ; Thy glories ever shine:

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All our salvation, hope, and joy,
Art thou, O Man divine!

HYMN CCCXXVII.

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Saith the Redeemer, is on me,

And I am come to preach the word
Of everlasting liberty.

2 I come to minister to thee,

Anointed by the Holy Ghost;

My Father he commission'd me

To seek and save that which was lost.

3 I came to take my peoples' part,
And break the bonds of slavery,
And bind up ev'ry broken heart,
And give the nations liberty:

4 And open all the prison doors,

And free the captives which are bound;
Put heav'nly balsam to their sores,

And cleanse and heal up ev'ry wound.
5 That they might all be called trees
Of righteousness, on ev'ry side,
And the God in heav'n and earth and seas,
Might be for ever glorified.

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HYMN CCCXXVIII.

WHILE in your blooming days,

Dear youth, active and fair;

Forsake your evil ways,

And walk no longer there;
But serve the Lord

With sweet accord,
And trust in his

Eternal word.

2 Oh! leave your vain delights,
Come leave your base employs,
For Jesus now invites

You, with a charming voice;
"O come," (says he)
"Come, taste and see
"How fair and sweet
"My favours be.”

3 I have a strong desire
To see the rising youth,
From evil ways retire,

And learn the ways of truth:
Unfold thy rays
Sweet God of grace,

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Teach them to walk
In wisdom's ways.

4 Throughout this earth around
Great God, inspire their tongues;
I long to hear the sound

Of universal songs:

By ev'ry tongue
Both old and young,

I long to hear

Hosannas sung.

HYMN CCCXXIX.

1 HOW wholesome are the streams that roll
From the redeeming Lamb;
What peace and comfort to the soul,
That feels and tastes the same.

? This heals the sick, confirms the sad,
Their fears and doubts expel;
"Tis this that makes the city glad,
Where God delights to dwell.

This will give ears unto the deaf,
And eyes unto the blind;
This will assuage the seas of grief,
The sorrows of the mind.

This will confirm the feeble knees,
And make the dumb to sing
Hosanna to the Prince of peace,
The whole creation's King.

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HYMN CCCXXX.

ID our Immanuel die for us,
To save such poor rebellious men?
Did he display his pity thus,

That we might come to God again? 2 All human language wants a name,

For this unfathom'd, wond'rous love:
This pure, immortal, fervent flame,
Sprang only from the God above.

3 What can we add? our speech is faint;
We sink beneath the pond'rous load:
This love no eloquence can paint;
'Tis grand! 'tis worthy of a God!
4 O'erwhelm'd with this abyss of love,
We stand astonish'd at the grace
That brought the Saviour from above,
To die for all the fallen race!

5 Did our Immanuel die for us!

What more can be by sounds exprest?
For sinners Christ was made a curse;
Eternity must tell the rest.

HYMN CCCXXXI. Dinch's Col

! WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by

night

All seated on the ground,

The Angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

2 "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind:)

"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
"To you, and all mankind.

3" To you in David's town, this day
"Is born of David's line,

"A Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
"And this shall be the sign:

4 "The Heav'nly Babe ye there shall find
"To human view display'd,

"All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
"And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith
Appear❜d a shining throng
Of angels praising God, and thus
Address'd their heav'nly song:

6" All glory be to God on high;
"And on the earth be peace;
"Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to man
"Begin and never cease.”

HYMN CCCXXXII. Coc

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast,
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;

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