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REDEMPTION.

HYMN 213. II. 4.

LOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly-solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

5 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

6 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear, dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save;

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.

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THE CHURCH.

HYMN 215. III. 3.

LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God:

He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for his own abode;
On the rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.

2 See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Washed in the Redeemer's blood!
Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

4 Saviour, if of Zion's city

I through grace a member am, Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in Thy name: Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure,

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None but Zion's children know.

HYMN 216. C. M.

YOME, let us join our friends above,
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love,

To joys celestial rise:

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone:

For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

3 One family, we dwell in Him;

One church above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream,The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,

To His command we bow; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

5 Ten thousand to their endless home,
This solemn moment fly;

And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die.

5 A glorious band, the chosen few,

On whom the Spirit came:

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame.

6 They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane;

They bowed their necks the death to feel; Who follows in their train?

7 A noble army, men and boys,

The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.

8 They climbed the dizzy steep of heaven, Through peril, toil, and pain;

O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in their train!

And we, at Thy command,

Through waves that part on either side, Shall reach Thy blessed land.

HYMN 217. C. M.

HE Son of God goes forth to war,

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A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar:

Who follows in His train?

2 Who best can drink His cup of woe,
And triumph over pain,

Who patient bear His cross below,
He follows in His train.

3 The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.

4 Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train?

Comes with pardon down from heaven : Let us haste, in godly sorrow,

Through His blood to be forgiven.

4 So when next He comes with glory,
Wrapping all the earth in fear,
May we by His love be shielded!
May He to forgive draw near!

HYMN 219. III. 3.

SEE, He comes! whom every nation,

Taught of God, desired to see, Filled with hope and expectation That He would their Saviour be. Sing! oh sing, with exultation!

Haste we to our Father's home! Peace, redemption, joy, salvation,

Now from heaven to earth are come!

2 See, He comes! whom kings and sages, Prophets, patriarchs of old,

Distant climes, and countless ages,

Waited eager to behold.

Sing! oh sing with exultation!

Haste we to our Father's home! Peace, redemption, joy, salvation,

Now from heaven to earth are come!

3 See! the Lamb of God appearing!

God of God, from heaven above! See the heavenly Bridegroom cheering His own Bride with words of love! Glory to the Eternal Father,

Glory to the Incarnate Son, Glory to the Holy Spirit, Glory to the Three in One!

HYMN 220. C. M.

Now gird your patient loins again,

Your wasting torches trim!

The chief of all the sons of men,

Who will not welcome Him?

2 Rejoice, the hour is near! At length The Journeyer, on His way,

Comes in the greatness of His strength,
To keep His festal day.

3 Oh let the streams of solemn thought
Which in His temples rise,
From deeper sources spring, than aught
Born of the changing skies.

4 Then, though the summer's pride departs, And winter's withering chill

Rests on the cheerless woods, our hearts Shall be unchanging still.

For, not in weakness clad, Thou com'st,
Our woes, our sins to bear,
But girt with all Thy Father's' might
His judgment to declare.

2 The terrors of that awful day,

Oh! who can understand?

Or who abide, when Thou in wrath

Shalt lift Thy holy hand?

The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, The sun in heaven grow pale;

But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change,
Thy faithful shall not fail.

3 Then grant us, Saviour, so to pass
Our time in trembling here,
That when upon the clouds of heaven
Thy glory shall appear,

Uplifting high our joyful heads,
In triumph we may rise,
And enter, with Thine angel train,
Thy palace in the skies.

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HYMN 222. L. M.

OSANNA to the living Lord!

Hosanna to th' incarnate Word! To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, hosanna sing. 2 Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply. Above, bencath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound. 3 O Saviour! with protecting care, Return to this, Thy house of prayer: Assembled in Thy sacred name, Here we Thy parting promise claim. 4 But chiefest in our cleansed breast, Eternal bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. 5 So, in the last and dreadful day, When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again.

CHRISTMAS.

HYMN 223. III. 3.

HARK! what mean those holy voices,

Sweetly sounding through the skies? Lo! th' angelic host rejoices;

Heavenly hallelujahs rise.

2 Cherubs tell the wondrous story,
Joyous seraphim reply,
"Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high!

3 Peace on earth, good-will from Heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven!
Loud our grateful harps shall sound.

4 Christ is born, the great Anointed;
Heaven and earth His praises sing!
Oh receive whom God appointed,
For your Prophet, Priest, and King!

5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him;
Learn His name to magnify,
Till in heaven ye sing before Him,
Glory be to God most high!"

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NEW YEAR.

HYMN 224. III. 1.

HILE with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,

Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below:
We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know.

2 As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies

Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;

All below is but a dream.

8 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view:
Bless Thy word to young and old;

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with Thee above.

Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us

Thine aid!

Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

LENT.

HYMN 226. P. M.

JESUS, let Thy pitying eye

Call back a wandering sheep:
Prone, like Peter, to deny,
Like Peter, I would weep.
Let me be by grace restored;

On me be all long-suffering shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,

And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,

Give me, through Thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Give what I have long implored,

A portion of Thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 For Thine own compassion's sake
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,
And wash me white as snow:
Let Thy pity help afford,

And while I do myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

HYMN 227. L. M. dear Redeemer and my Lord,

M'I read my duty in Thy word;

But in Thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth and such Thy zeal, Such deference to Thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer; The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my pattern, make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

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PASSION WEEK.

HYMN 228. C. M.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,

When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, ·
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.

5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.

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HYMN 229. III. 3.

AIL, Thou once despised Jesus,

Hail, Thou Galilean King;
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring!
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame;
By Thy merit find we favor;
Life is given through Thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins on Thee were laid;
By almighty love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven,
Through the virtue of Thy blood,
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Man is reconciled to God.

3 Jesus, low we bow before Thee,
Mediator glorified!

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side;
There for sinners Thou art pleading,
There Thou dost our place prepare ;

Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, never ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Emmanuel's praise.

GOOD FRIDAY. HYMN 230. III. 2.

O to dark Gethsemane,

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Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with Him one bitter hour; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment hall;

View the Lord of life arraigned; Oh, the wormwood and the gall;

Oh, the pangs His soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of Him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark the miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete;
"It is finished!"-hear Him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

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HYMN 231. II. 6.

H, sacred head, now wounded!
With grief and shame weighed down!
Oh, sacred brow, surrounded

With thorns, Thy only crown!
Oh, sacred head, what glory,
What bliss, till now was Thine!
Yet though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.

2 On me, as Thou art dying,

Oh turn Thy pitying eye!
To Thee for mercy crying,

Before Thy cross I lie.
Thy grief and Thy compassion
Were all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But Thine the deadly pain.

3 What language shall I borrow
To praise Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end!