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But, lo! the chief of sinners now
Is brought before thy throne to bow;
Surely this mighty pow'r from thee,
Can conquer all that conquers me.
Hail, dearest Lord, my choicest love,
By pity drawn from realms above,
I wonder at that grace of thine,
That won a heart so vile as mine.

30. Adoration of Divine Mercy.

KERBY. COME, happy souls, approach your God

With new melodious songs;
Come render to Almighty grace,

The tribute of your tongues.
So strange, so boundless was the love

That pity'd dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.
Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd

With a revenging rod;
No hard commission to perform

The vengeance of a God.
But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on his kind errand came,

And brought salvation down.


Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,

And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,

And you shall never die.
O dearest Lord, make every soul

Accept thine offer'd grace;
Then will we bless the Saviour's love,

And give the Father praise.

31. Christ exalted.

BROMSGROVE. O THE delights, the heav'nly joys,

The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams

Of his o'erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love

Sit smiling on his brow,
Whilst all his glorious ranks above,

At humble distance bow.
His head, that dear majestic head,

Which cruel thorns did wound,
Lo! what immortal glories shine,

And circle it around!
This is the Saviour, God and Man,

Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,

Our hearts shall love him more.

Lord, set our spirits all on fire

To see thy bless'd abode;
And tune our hearts to sing the praise

Of our incarnate God.

32. God faithful to his Word.

BEGIN my tongue, some heav'nly theme,

Prepare my heart, to sing
The mighty works, and mightier name,

Of Christ our heav'nly King.
Tell of his wondrous faithfulness,

And sound his praise abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his

grace, And promise-keeping God. Proclaim salvation from the Lord,

For wretched dying men:
Whose hand hath writ the sacred word

With an immortal pen.
Engray'd as in eternal brass,

The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the powers of darkness rase

Those everlasting lines.
The sacred word of grace is strong

As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along,

Spoke all the promises.

O might I hear thine heav'nly tongue

But whisper, Thou art mine ;
Those gentle words should raise my song

To notes almost divine!
Then would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think


heav'n secure; Give me to hear thy pard'ning voice,

And faith desires no more. 33. Christ our Great Melchisedec. .

JESUS, our Lord, ascend thy throne,

And with thy Father sit;
In Sion shall thy power be known,

'Till all thy foes submit.
God hath pronounc'd a firm decree,

Nor changes what he swore, Eternal shall thy Priesthood be,

And Aaron's be no more.
Melchisedec, that wondrous priest,

That king of high degree,
That holy man that Abraham blest,

Was but a type of thee.
We bless our Priest, who ever lives

To plead our cause above:
We bless our King, who ever gives

The blessings of his love.



Glory and Grace in the Person

of Christ.
NOW to the Lord a noble song;

Awake my soul, awake my tongue;
Adore his great eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
See where it shines in Jesu's face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
Exult, my soul, at Jesu's name:
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound !
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground.
O that we

all reach the place, Where he unveils his lovely face; Where all his beauties we behold, And sing his name to harps of gold ! 35. Preserving Grace. MANSFIELD. TO God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies,

Their humble praises bring.
"Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.


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