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114. Christ our Sacrifice. Harwich.
ALL ye that pass by,

To Jesus draw nigh;

you is it nothing that Jesus should die? Our ransom and peace,

Our surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

He dies to atone

For sins not his own;
The Father bath punish'd for us his dear

O may we embrace

The ransoming grace
Of him who hath suffer'd and died in our

With joy we approve
The design of his love;
'Tis a wonder below and a wonder above.

115. After Sermon.



O JESUS, our Lord,

Thy name be ador'd
For all the rich blessings convey'd through

thy word!
In spirit we trace

Thy wonders of grace,
And cheerfully join in a concert of praise.

The trumpet of God

Is sounding abroad The language of mercy-salvation through


Thrice happy are they

Who hear and obey, And share in the blessings of this gospel-day.

This blessing be mine

Through favour divine; But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine!

The work is of grace,

Thine, thine be the praise ! And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.

116. Nativity. Nativity. LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,

Salute the happy morn;
Each heav'nly pow'r

Proclaims the glad hour;
Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born!

Then let us join the heav'ns above,
Where hymning seraphs sing;

Join all the glad pow’rs,
For their Lord is

Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King,

117. The Pilgrim.

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JESUS, at thy command

I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all asleep.
For thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heav'n with thee and thine.

What though the seas are broad,

What though the waves are strong, What though tempestuous winds

Distress me all along;
Yet what are seas or stormy wind
Compar’d to Christ, the sinner's friend.
Christ is my pilot wise,

My compass is his word:
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord.
I trust his faithfulness and pow'r
To save me in the trying hour.
Come heav'nly wind, and blow

A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft from all below,

To heay'n my destin'd place.
Then in full sail my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.


be gone;

118. Everlasting Love. Carey's. THOUGH waves and storms go o'er my

Though strength and health and friends
Though joys be wither'd all, and dead;

Though ev'ry comfort be withdrawn:
Stedfast on this my soul relies,
Father, thy mercy never dies.
Fix'd on this ground will I remain,

Though my heart fail, and flesh decay;
This anchor shall my soul sustain,

When earth's foundations melt away: Mercy's full pow'r I then shall prove, Lou'd with an everlasting love!

119. Crowning Jesus.

ALL hail the great Immanuel's name!

Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.
Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,

And as they tune it, fall
Before his face who tunes their choir,

And crown him Lord of all.

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Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.

Let ev'ry tribe and ev'ry tongue

That bound creation's ball, Now shout in universal song,

The crowned Lord of all.

Second Part. KINGSTON. ALL hail the great Immanuel's name;

Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye morning stars of light,

Who fix'd this floating ball; Now hail the strength of Israel's might,

And crown him Lord of all.

Crown him, ye martyrs of your God,

Who from his altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,

And crown him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,

Ye ransom'd from the fall; Hail him, who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

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