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Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the merit of his blood :
Venture on him, venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude:

None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels, join'd in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name:

Hallelujah,
Sinners here may sing the same.

11. Salvation by Grace.

NEW SABBATH.
NOW to the power of God supreme,

Be everlasting honours given;
He saves from hell, we bless his name,
He calls lost wand'ring souls to heaven.
Not for our duties or deserts,
But of his own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ bis Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.

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He dies! and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy ;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of our joy.
Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,
And makes his father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings immortal blessings down.

12. Encouragement for the Guilty.

STEPHENS.

COME, guilty souls, and fly away

To Christ, and heal your wounds;
This is the welcome gospel day,

Wherein free grace abounds.
God lov'd the world and gave his Son

To drink the cup of wrath;
And Jesus says he'll cast out none

That come to him by faith.

13. Invitation.

MISSIONARY.

GRACE, how exceeding sweet to those

Who feel they sinners are !
Sunk and distrest, they taste, and know

Their heaven is only there.

Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly calls,

Directly come who will,
Just as you are, for Christ receives

Poor helpless sinners still.
”Tis grace each day that feeds our souls,

Grace keeps us inly poor,
And O that nothing else but grace
May rule for evermore!
14. Comfort for the Aflicted.

STEPHENS.
CHRIST's own soft hand shall wipe the

tear
From every weeping eye;
Affliction, pain, and grief, and fear,

And death itself, shall die.
How long, dear Saviour, O how long

Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time,

And bring the welcome day. 15. Seeking after God. Portugal. MY God, permit me not to be,

A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.

Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
Call me away from self and sense,
One sov’reign word can draw me thence :
I would obey thy voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
Be earth with all its scenes withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind
My God, and there my heaven I find.

16. Behold I am rile. Ps. 51.

Behold I am cile. Ps. 51.

OLD HUNDREDTH,
LORD, we are vile, conceivd in sin,

And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin spring up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. :
Great God, create our hearts anew,
And form our spirits, pure and trac:
O make us wise betimes, to know
The pard'ning love thou canst bestow!

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Behold! we fall before thy face,
Our only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean,
The leprosy lies deep within.
Jesus, my God, thy blood alone,
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone;
Lord! let us hear thy pard’ning voice,
And make each drooping heart rejoice.

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17. Invitation to Christ. Jude's.
COME, dearest Lord, descend and dwell,

By faith and love in ev'ry breast;
Then shall we know, and taste, and feel,
The joys that cannot be exprest.
Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,
Make our enlarged souls possess
The height, and depth, and breadth, and

length,
Of thine unmeasurable grace.
Now to the God, whose power can do,
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honours done,
By all the Church, through Christ his Son,

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