HYMN 189. L. M.

"TIS finish'd, cry'd the Lamb of God;"

Then died to set his children free ;
Salvation's finish'd, cries his blood;
O! that dear Lamb, who died for me.

2

Down through the shades of death he goes, His enemies all conquer'd flee; Triumphant over all his foes;

O! that dear Lamb did all for me.

3

With warrior's scars, deep wounds and blood, Rais'd from the dead, again I see

My everlasting Lord and God,

That dearest Lamb, who died for me.

4

O! worthy Lamb, I'll thee adore !
Let Adam's offspring all agree

To praise the Lamb, who dies no more,
But lives to bless both them and me.

HYMN 190. P. M.

O, MY distrustful heart !

How small thy faith appears
But greater, Lord, thou art

Than all my doubts and fears.
Did Jesus once upon me shine?
Then Jesus is forever mine.

2

Unchangeable his will,

Though dark may be my frame ;
His loving heart is still

Eternally the same :

My soul through many changes goes;
His love no variation knows.

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3

Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, And perfectly perform The work, thou hast begun In me a sinful worm : Midst all my fears, and sin, and woe, Thy spirit will not let me go.

4

The bowels of thy grace

At first did freely move :
I still shall see thy face,

And feel that God is love.
Myself into thine arms I cast;
Lord, save, O save, my soul at last.

HYMN 191. S. M.

WE now with gladness tell, What proof our God hath giv❜n, That we with him shall ever dwell Above the highest heav'n.

2

That our Creator's love
Essential is to man,

His dealings with us fully prove,
Through all the christian plan.

3

Such was his love to us,

He freely gave his Son

To suffer death upon the cross,
And, bleeding, there atone.

4

For us he made him sin,

Then pierc'd him to the heart; This to destroy, the spear went in, For this, he bore the smart.

HYMN 192. L. M.

To sing Immanuel's grace divine,
Ye saints, employ your tuneful breath :
Delightful is the sacred theme

Of Jesus' love, more strong than death.

2

Lo! whilst we were his enemies,
Meet objects of Almighty wrath;
He paid his life a sacrifice,

His love to shew, more strong than death.

3

Sinners to save from endless woe,
The Father's frown he sunk beneath;
The law's dread penalty he bore,
Displaying love, more strong than death.

Ye saints, unite with those above,
Ev'n in your last expiring breath;
Unite to sing the Saviour's love,

More strong, more powerful, than death.

HYMN 193. L. M.

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;
He justly claims a song from me;
His loving kindness, O how free!

2

He saw me ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all;
He sav'd me from my lost estate ;
His loving kindness, O how great!

3

Though mum'rous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth, and hell, my way oppose,

He safely leads my soul along;
His loving kindness, O how strong!

When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud;
He near my soul has always stood;
His loving kindness, O how good!

5

Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail;
Oh! may my last expiring breath,
His loving kindness sing, in death.

6

Then let me mount and soar away,
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving kindness, in the skies.

HYMN 194. C. M.

WHEN I behold my bleeding God,
Each mountain seems a plain;
But if I e'er forget his blood,

The mountains rise again.

2

What means my inbred sense, so rude,
To war against my peace?
Or why should reason bold intrude
Upon a Saviour's grace?

3

What though my senses loudly say,

I have nor faith, nor love;

Nor am I in the living way

That leads to realms above?

4

What if still, to increase my grief,
It summons lust and pride,

Hardness of heart, and unbelief,
And all my ilis beside ?

5

And, from the whole, would witness this,
Thou art devoid of grace;

How canst thou hope, in worlds of bliss,
To see the Saviour's face?

6

To this, the witness of my Lord,
Greater than all in me,
Réplies in his unerring word,
The Saviour's grace is free.

HYMN 195. L. M.

O GOD, my Sun, thy blissful rays
Irradiate, warm, and guide my heart!
How dark, how mournful are my days,
If thine enliv'ning beams depart!

2

Scarce through the shades, a glimpse of day

Appears to these desiring eyes!

But shall my drooping spirit say,

The cheerful morn will never rise ?"

3

O let me not despairing mourn,

Though gloomy darkness spreads the sky;

My glorious Sun will yet return,

And night with all its horrors fly..

4

O, for the bright, the joyful day,
When hope shall in assurance die!
So tapers lose their feeble ray
Beneath the Sun's refulgent eye.