'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, &c.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world proclaim.
The year, &c.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive;

And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live.

The year, &c.

5 Ye who have sold for nought,

Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love!

The year, &c.

6 The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace,
And, sav'd from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face;

The year of jubilee is come,
Return ye ransomed sinners home.

XIII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 INFINITE, unexhausted love!
Jesus and love are one;
If unto me thy bowels move,
They are restrain'd to none.

2 What shall I do my God to love!
My loving God to praise ! (prove,
The length and breadth, and height to
And depth of sov❜reign grace?

3 Thy sovereign grace to all extends,
Immense and unconfin'd;
From age to age it never ends,
It reaches all mankind.

4 Thro'out the world its breadth is known; Wide as infinity!

So wide, it never pass'd by one,

Or it had pass'd by me.

5 My trespass was grown up to heaven; But far above the skies,

Thro' Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see thy mercies rise.

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6 The strength of all-redeeming love,
What angel tongue can tell?
As high as heaven its wonders prove,
Its prowess deep as hell.

7 Come quickly, gracious Lord and take Possession of thine own,

My longing heart vouchsafe to make
Thine everlasting throne.

8 Assert thy claim, maintain thy right,
Come quickly from above,
And sink me to perfection's height,
The depth of humble love.

XIV. HYMN.-8 lines, 7's.

1 HARK! the herald angels sing, Glory to their new-born King; "Peace on earth, and mercy mild; "God and sinners reconcil'd."

Joyful, all

ye nations, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies.
With th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

2 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord;

Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the Virgin's womb;
Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see,
Hail the incarnate Deity!

Pleas'd as man with men t' appear,
Jesus our Immanuel here.

3 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace,
Hail the Sun of Righteousness;
Light and life to all he brings,
Come with healing in his wings;
Mild he lays his glory by,

Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth.

4 Come, desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home;
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head;
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Reinstate us in thy love.

XV. HYMN.-C. M.

1 AT the great Immanuel's name! Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre,
And as they tune it fall

Before his face, who tunes their choir,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line.
Whom David, Lord did call;
The God incarnate, man divine,
The crowned Lord of all.

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

6 Let every tribe, and every tongue,
That bound creation's ball,

Now shout, in universal song,
The crowned Lord of all.

XVI. HYMN.—2. M.

I PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,-