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Exult my soul; thy fafety stands
Unthaken as his throne : His people's everlafting life
Is founded on his own.
L. M. HUMPHRY'S COL.
GOD of grace, of love immense,
How free thy favours to dispense! I to thy mercy-seat repair, Since thou haft said, " I'll meet thee there." Thy promise is a firm decree, Tis made to fioners vile as me : Nor unbelief by hell employ'd, Shall make thy promise null and void. Thou seeft my soul by fin opprest, O come, and give the weary rest ! My base backsidings kindly heal, Apply the balm, thy lore reveal ! O take away the heart of stone, Thou know'ft how oft it makes me groan; Give me a heart of flesh, my Lord, Remember thine own facred word. Should I go mourning to the grave, 'Twere juft; yet Lord from darkness fave : Doth not thy tender word express, “ I will not leave you comfortless ?o? Burft through the clouds, O source of light, Let joy fucceed the weeping night! Thy beams shall make my desart grow, The fruit appear, the fpices flow.
What thou haft promis'd I implore,
THE INCARNATION, LIFE, SUFFER
INGS, DEATH, RESURRECTION, ASCENSION, AND EXALTATION OF CHRIST,
114. SEVENS TURNER. TOLY wonder, heav'nly grace,
Come, inspire our humble lays, While the Savior's love we fing, Whence our hopes and comforts Ipring. Man, involv'd in guilt and woe, Touch'd his tender bofom fo, That, when justice death demands, Forth the great Deliv’rer stands; Cries to God, “Thy mercy thew, “Lo ! I conie thy will al the sacrifice will be, “Death shall plunge his ďart in me.” Tho' the form of God he bore, Great in glorxa great in pow?!) See him in our flesh array'd, Lower than his angels made. He that heay'n itself poffefs'd, Now an infant at the breaft! Angels from the world above, See and fing th' amazing love
Thro' the shining hours of day,
115. L. M.- Watts's H.
Types and Propbecies of Christ.
Behold the great Melliah come!
The types bore witness to his name,
A y ;
The Harbinger of Chrift.
his God-head in our clay,
Sinners, your fuff'ring Lord adore,
Bebold be comes.
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue :
demands A new and noble song. Say to the nations, Jerus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son; His pow'r the finking world sustains, And grace
surrounds his throne. Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
Joy thro' the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
The islands of the sea :
Prepare the Lord his way.
The nations as their God; .. To thew the world his righteousness,
Aud fend bis truth abroad.