3 A second look he gave, which said, "I freely all forgive "This blood is for thy ransom paid, "I die, that thou may'st live."

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,

(Such is the mystery of grace,) It seals my pardon too.

HYMN LXV. C. M.

ROM whence these direful omens round,

FROM

Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the Why hides the sun his rays? [ground ? 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize!

The sun as darkest night be black!
Their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, His all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

My Saviour and my God!

4 For me these pangs his soul assail,
For me this death is borne;
My sins gave sharpness to the nail,
And pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave,
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;

O save me, whom thou cam st to save,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain!

"T

HYMN LXVI. L. M.

St. John xix. 30.

IS finish'd-so the Saviour cried, And meekly bow'd his head and died;

'Tis finish'd-yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won

2 'Tis finish'd-all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd,
In me, the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finish'd-Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore;
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finish d-this, my dying groan,
Shall sins of every kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
By this, my last expiring breath.
5 'Tis finish'd-heaven is reconcil'd,
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd:
Peace, love, and happiness, again
Return and dwell with sinful men.
6 "Tis finish'd-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
'Tis finish'd-let the echo fly
Through heaven and hell, through earth
and sky.

HYMN LXVII. L M.

For the Jews.

[IGH on the bending willows hung,

H're still beeps the tuneful string?

Still mute remains the sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?"

HYMN LXVIII. C. M.

1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9, 10, 11.
INCE Christ our Passover is slain,
A sacrifice for all,

Let all, with thankful hearts, agres
To keep the festival.

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
f sin and malice fed;

But with unfeign'd sincerity,

And truth's unleaven'd bread.

3 Christ being rais'd by power Divine, And rescu'd from the grave.

Shall die no more; death shall on him No more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins He once vouchsaf'd to die : But that he lives, he lives to God

For all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, But graciously restor'd,

And made, henceforth, alive to God, Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

HYMN LXIX. III. 1.

Cosmen and angels saya

NHRIST the Lord is ris'n to-day,

Raise your joys and triumphs high,
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply!

2 Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the vict'ry won.
Jesus' agony is o'er,

Darkness veils the earth no more.
3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Christ has burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids him rise,
Christ hath open'd paradise.

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head;
Made like him, like him we rise,-
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies,
HYMN LXX. L. M.

Col. iii. 1, 2.

faithul souls Jesus know

Yaiten indeed with him ye are,

Superior to the joys below,
His resurrection's power declare:

16

ASCENSION.

HYMN LXXII. L. M.

the Friend of sinners dies!

Hi Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Ye saints approach! the anguish view, Of him who groans beneath your load; He gives his precious life for you,

For you he sheds his precious blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degree! The Lord of glory dies for men? But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus, the dead, revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb; Up to his Father's court he flies; Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies!

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,

And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, "Born to redeem, instruct, and save! Then ask "O death, where is thy sting! "And where thy victory, O grave!"

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as his right; Receive the King of Glory in. 4" Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conq'ror's name. 5 Lo his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6" Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possess'd The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd.

Till every heart which thou hast made
Be fill'd with grace divine.

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;

Assist our minds, by nature frai!,
With thy celestial grace.
5 Drive far from us the mortal foe,
That, by thy guidance blest, we may
And give us peace within,
Escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd,
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost,
Who art from both deriv'd.

HYMN LXXV. C. M. NOME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, a quick ning powers

Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,

In vain we strive to rise! Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, With all thy quick'ning powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

2 What greater gift, what greater lov, Could God on man bestow ? Angels for this rejoice above,

Let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soun Thy sacred influence feel;

Do thou each sinful thought control,
And fix our wavering zea!!

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey
Those checks which we should know;
Thy motions point to us the way;
Thou giv'st us strength to go.

TRINITY SUNDAY. HYMN LXXVII. L. M. HOLY, holy, holy Lord, Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, Forever be thy name ador'd,

Thy glories let the world proclaim ! 2 O Jesus, Lamb once crucified

To take our load of sms away;
Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide
Along the realms of upper day!
3 O Holy Spirit, from above,

In streams of light and glory giv'n,
Thou source of ecstasy and love,

Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n!

4 O God triune to thee we owe

Our every thought, our every song; And ever may thy praises flow From saint and seraph's burning tongue!

HYMN LXXVIII. L. M.

FATHER of all, whose love profound

A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy pardoning love extend!
2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy saving grace extend!
3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is rais'd from sin and death,
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
To us thy quick'ning pow'r extend!
4 Jehovah Father. Spirit, Son,
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One!
Before thy throne we sinners bend;
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend!

HYMN LXXIX. II. 4.
E give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And all our hopes above :
He sent his own
Eternal Son

To die for sins

That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs! Immortai glory too, Who sav'd us by his blood From everlasting wo.

And now he lives,

And now he reigns.
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.

3 To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.

4 Almighty God! to thee
Be endless honours done;
The sacred Persons three,
The Godhead only one :
Where reason fails

With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.

FAST-DAY.

HYMN LXXX. C. M.

ALMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne Thy mourning people bend

'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone Our prostrate hopes depend.

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful pow'r display;

Yet mercy spares our guilty land,
And still we live to pray.

3 How chang'd, alas

are truths divine, For error, guilt and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name!

40 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
Convert us by thy grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And see again thy face."

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade
We will not sink in fear;
Secure of all-sufficient aid,
When God, our God, is near.
HYMN LXXXI. III. 3.
READ Jehovah God of nations!

From thy temple in the skies,
Hear by people supplications,
Now for their deliv'rance rise;
2 Lo! with deep contrition turning,
Humbly at thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, prayinff, mourning,
Hear us, spare us, and defend.

3 Though our sins, our hearts confound ing,

Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding.
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all.
4 Let that love veil our transgression,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil thy holy place.

HYMN LXXXII. L. M.
Prayer and Hope of ictory.
TOW may the God of grace and pow'r
N Attend his people's humble cry;

2 Let them approach," he cries,

Nor scorn their humble claim;
"The heirs of heaven are such as these
"For such as these I came."
3 Gladly we bring them, Lord,
Devoting them to thee,
Imploring, that, as we are thine,
Thine may our offspring be.

HYMN LXXXVIII. S M.
Of Adults.

Ephesians vi. 10-13.

NOLDIERS of Christ arise,

And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through his eternal Son.

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty pow'r,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.

3 Stand then in his great might,
With all his strength endu'd;
And take to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God:

4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may behold your vict'ry won,
And stand complete at last.

CONFIRMATION.
HYMN LXXXIX. L. M.
HAPPY day, that stays my choice
On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.
2 O happy bond that seals my vows,
To him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fil his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.
3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done;
Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine;
Help me, through grace, to follow on,
Glad to confess thy voice divine.
4 Here rest, my oft divided heart,
Fix'd on thy God. thy Saviour, rest;
Who with the world would grieve to part,
When call'd on angels' food to feast!

5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear.
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright, And keep us in thy ways;

And, while we turn our vows to prayers, Turn thou our prayers to praise.

HYMN XCI. C M.

YOUTH, when devoted to the Lord,

YOUTH, when

A flow'r, though offer'd in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.

2 'Tis easier far if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
For sinners who grow old in sin
Are harden'd in their crimes.

3 It saves us from a thousand sna es
To mind religion young;

Grace will preserve our following years,
Aud make our virtues strong.

4 To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our hearts we now resign:
"Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.

HYMN XCII. C. M

IN the morn of life, when youth

O, With vital ardour glows,

And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose,-

2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs
Are yet by vice enslav'd,
Be thy Creator's glorious name
And character engrav'd:

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days;
And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways:

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
With vain regret, deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,

That now return no more

5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd,
O then, improve the morn of life,
In age will give thee rest:
To make its ev'ning blest!

THE LORD'S SUPPER.
HYMN XCIII. C. M.
Rev. v. 12, 9. &c.

THOU, God, all glory, honour, power,
Art worthy to receive;

Since all things by thy power were made,
And by thy bounty live

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power,
Honour, and wealth to gain,
Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain!

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd,
And ransom'd us to God.
From every na.ion, every coast,
By thy most precious blood.
4 Blessing and honour, glory, pow'r,
By all in earth and heaven,
To Him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb' be given.