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7 O the goodness of God, In employing a clod, His tribute of glory to raise;

His standard to bear, And with triumph declare, His unspeakable riches of grace!

8 O the fathomless love, That has deign'd to approve,

And prosper the work of my hands!

With my pastoral crook I went over the brook, And behold I am spread into bands!

9 Who, I ask in amaze, Hath begotten me these? And inquire from what quarter they came; My full heart it replies, They are born from the skies,

And gives glory to God and the Lamb.

10 All honour and praise To the Father of grace, To the Spirit and Son I return!

The business pursue He hath made me to do,
And rejoice that I ever was born.

11 In a rapture of joy, My life I employ,
The God of my life to proclaim;

'Tis worth living for this, to administer bliss,
And salvation in Jesus's name.

12 My remnant of days I spend in his praise,
Who died the whole world to redeem:
Be they many or few, My days are his due,
And they all are devoted to him,

RESURRECTION.

EASTER.

Florida.] HYMN 522. C. M.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

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Who joyful in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By God, th' eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises, who mankind has bought
With grief and pain extreme:
'Twas great to speak the world from naught,
'Twas greater to redeem.

5 Alone the dreadful race he ran,

Alone the wine-press trod;

He dies and suffers as a man,
He rises as a God.

6 The Sun of Righteousness appears
To set in blood no more;
Adore the Scatterer of your fears,
Your rising Sun adore.

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Firmament.] HYMN 523. L. M.

OUR Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high! The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.
2 Loose all your bars of massy light,

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And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as his right, Receive the King of Glory in.

Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord that all our foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

3 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors give way.
Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord of glorious power possest;
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all for ever blest.

St. Peter.] HYMN 524. L. M.

HE dies, the Friend of sinners dies,

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around

A solemn darkness veils the skies!

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A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load: He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richer blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for man! But lo! what sudden joys we see: Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb; (In vain the tomb forbids his rise)

Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell,
How high your great Deliv'rer reigns:
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains!
Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask the monster, "Where's thy sting?
And where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?"

Adisham.] HYMN 525. L. M.

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E faithful souls, who Jesus know,
If risen indeed with him
Superior to the joys below,

ye are,

His resurrection's pow'r declare. 2 Your faith by holy tempers prove: By actions show your sins forgiv'n! And seek the glorious things above, And follow Christ your Head to heav'n. 3 There your exalted Saviour see, Seated at God's right-hand again, In all his Father's majesty, In everlasting pomp to reign. 4 To him continually aspire,

Contending for your native place:

And emulate the angel choir,

And only live to love and praise.

5 For who by faith your Lord receive,
Ye nothing seek or want beside;
Dead to the world and sin ye
live ;
Your creature-love is crucify'd.
6 Your real life with Christ conceal'd,
Deep in the Fathere's bosom lies:
And glorious as your Head reveal'd,
Ye soon shall meet hin in the skies.

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FOR THE SABBATH.

Eaton.] HYMN 526. L. M.

SWEET is the work, my God, my King,,

To praise thy name, give thanks and sing!
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth by night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast,
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 When grace has purify'd my heart,
Then I shall share a glorious part:
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.

4 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And ev'ry hour find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy.

Devotion.] HYMN 527. C. M.

1 [AY I, throughout this day of thine, Be in thy Spirit, Lord,

Spirit of humble fear divine,

That trembles at thy word.

2 Spirit of faith, my heart to raise,
And fix on things above;
Spirit of sacrifice and praise,
Of holiness and love.

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Sharon.] HYMN 528. S. M.

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ELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise:
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

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