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Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.
Shall we as freely give;
And died that we might live.
HYMN 482. L. M.
Christian Zeal' tempered by Charity.
Sees ev'ry passion in my soul!
Teach me those passions to control. 2 Temper the fervours of my frame;
Be charity their constant spring ;
Pollute the offerings I bring. 3 Let peace with piety unite
To mend the bias of my will;
Wisdomn descending from above;
HYMN 483. P. M. Praise for Redemption. Ps. cxxx. 7. Luke i. 68. 1 Pet. i. 18, 19.
NOW begin the heav’nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' Name :
Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye, who see the Father's
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Baoish all your guilty fears ;
By the power of heav'nly love.
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Stop and taste redeeming love.
Welcome to his sacred rest :
Nothing but redeeming love.
When we to his glory come.
of our Lord's redeeming love. 7 He subdu'd th' iofernal pow'rs,
'Those tremendous foes of ours,
Mighty in redeeming love.
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
HYMN 484. P. M.
Lev. xxv. 10, 39, 40, 41. Isa. lii. 3.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound !
To earth's remotest bound,
The sin-atoning Lamb!
Through all the lands proclaim;
year of jubilee is come; Return, ye raosom'd sinners, home, 3 Ye, who have sold for nougbt,
The heritage above ;
The gift of Jesus? love :
year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye
ransom'd sinners, home,
Your liberty receive ;
And blest in Jesus live :
of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd singers, bome. 5 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard’ning grace :
Saviour's face :
of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 6 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made :
Ye mournful souls be glad !
year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sioners, home.
HYMN 485. S.M.
bless'd that hear
The great sabbatic year.
Nor toil for living bread ;
A table plenteous spread.
The servant now is free ;
The hateful heavy yoke
From ev'ry neck is broke,
Wbicb the poor bankrupt mourns,
Or price, it now returns. 5 0, Jesus ! ever blesss'd,
Thou art our jubilee ;
Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.
Shall dwell on all our tongues ; And ev'ry heart inspir'd shall sing
Thy praise in all their songs.
HYMN 486. C. M.
Praise. Ps. cvii. 8. Isa. XXXV. 3--6.
My dear Redeemer's praise !
The triumphs of his grace!
That bids our sorrows cease ; "Tis music in the sivner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
New life the dead receive ;
Your loosen'd tongues employ ;
HYMN 487. L. M. Increase of the Church. Isa. ii. 2. Hab. ii. 14. Mic. iv. 1.
Through distant lands bis triumphs spread :
Owo bim their Saviour and their Head. 2 His song and daughters from afar,
Daily at Zion's gate arrive ;
By sov'reign grace are made alive. 3 Oppressors now beneath his feet,
O'ercome by bis victorious pow'r :
And proud, blasphemers learn t'adore. 4 Gentiles and Jews his laws obey,
Nations remote their offerings bring,
To their exalted God and King. 5 Loud hallelujabs to the Lamb,
From all below and all above ;
HYMN 488. P. M.
The wond'rous things foretold
With joy our eyes behold :
And monuments of glory rear. 2 To thee the hoary bead
Its silver honours pays ;
Devotes bis brightest days :