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All their fins are wash'd away,
Here, and in eternity"
In the works of righteousness;
lights upon the earth, Children of an heav'nly birth: With them number'd may we be,
Here, and in eternity!
God's pure feed remains within ;
Here, and in eternity!
Strangers quite to this world's mirth;
HYMN 85. i Come, thou wounded Lamb of God!
Come, wash us in thy cleansing blood; Give us to know thy love, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
That pledge of love for ever there. 3
How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
And give them an immortal crown! 4 Ah, LORD! enlarge our scanty thought,
Toknow the wonders thou hast wrought;
Thy love immenfe, unlearchable.
To thee both earth and heav'n inust bow, Help us to thee our all to give, "Thine may we die, thine may we live !
H Y M N 86.
* Jesu, Jesu, deareft LORD,
How wondrous is thy love!
2. O LORD, how faithless is my heart,,
How apt to turn aside ;
Of reasoning and pride i
The poorest, and the worft ;
Thy grace abounds the moft. 4 Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
And sin because thou’rt good ; But let thy love fill.me with shame,
That I thy love withstood..
5 Saviour of finners, now do this,
Let me not turn away
But bind me there to stay !
Make old things pass away;
Still nearer ev?ry day..
7 I thank and praise thee, dearest LORD
For all that thou hast done : O take me to thee as I am, ,
For thy redeemed one.
HYMN 87 I Disciples of Christ,
Ye friends of the Lainb; Attend, and affift
In singing his fame :
The faithful thou'd pay,
As we do this day. 2 A body of clay
He humbly put on,
The sin we had done
The wrath to us due,
Our stripes and our wo. 3 Not only he dy'd,
But also arose ;
And trod on his foes,
He triumphed o'er,
Dominion and pow'r. 4 O merciful Lamb,
Who fit’st on the throne,
We count thee alone
Deserving our blessing;
And blessing we'll give,
So long as we live.
Y Saviour, my almighty friend,
When I begin to praise ;
The numbers of thy grace ? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore !
That I may love thee more.
Of the celestial road;
To fee the Lord my God.
The victries of my King!
My Saviour, and my GOD ;
And drown'd them in his blood. i 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,
With this delightful song
Nor think the feason long.