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Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made :
Ye weary spirits rest,

Ye mournful souls be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

HYMN 16. S. M.

BLESS'D are the eyes that see,

The ears are bless'd that hear The trumpet of the jubilee ; The great sabbatic year.

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We plough, nor sow no more,
Nor toil for living bread;
For we've a never-failing store,
A table plenteous spread.

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The servant now is free;
The hateful, heavy yoke
(That all might taste true liberty)
From ev'ry neck is broke.

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Th' inheritance, once sold,

Which the poor bankrupt mourns,. To the true owner, without gold

Or price, it now returns.

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O, Jesus! ever bless'd,
Thou art our jubilee ;
Our restoration, and our rest,
Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.

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Thy name, O bleeding King,
Shall dwell on all our tongues;

And ev'ry heart inspir'd shall sing
Thy praise in all their songs.

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Worthy the honour'd name
Of Jesus Christ our Lord;

He's God Almighty, and the lamb,
Eternally ador'd.

HYMN 17.

L. M.

WHEN Israel's grieving tribes complain'd,
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,
A serpent straight the prophet made
Of molten brass, to view display'd.

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Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heav'n their mournful sighs ascend;
They hope, they look, while from the pole
Descends a pow'r that makes them whole.

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But, O, what healing to the heart,
Doth our Redeemer's cross impart !
What life, by faith our souls receive !
What pleasures do his sorrows give !

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Still I view the Saviour's cross,
And other objects count but loss:
Here still be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his sacrifice.

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HYMN 18. C. M.

O, FOR a thousand tongues, to sing
My dear Redeemer's praise !
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

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Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

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He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd sin,
He sets the pris❜ners free ;

His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood avail'd for me.

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He speaks, and, list'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

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Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

HYMN 19. P. M.

WHAT glories, surrounding my Saviour, I see!
What beauties triumphant, my Jesus, in thee !
What glory or power may with thee compare,
Or thy generation what tongue can declare ?
The heavens are silent and cannot decide,
This myst'ry only belongs to the bride.

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Thou hast, my dear Saviour, in glory and truth From th' womb of the morning, the dew of thy youth: The morning of love, eternal and bright,

With honour bedew'd thee, and nourish'd thee right, When secretly thou wast existing above

In God, as the word, and the son of his love.

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Thine offspring,-for number as sands on the shore,
Or morning dew-drops, on the earth scatter'd o'er,-
Were then, as thy mystery, fulness, and truth,
All gather'd in Thee, as the dew of thy youth:
In Thee, as thy splendour of youth, did we shine;
In beauties of holiness, godlike, divine.

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And when we had fallen from heaven to earth,
And could not return there, but thro' a new birth ;
Our nature, as spoiled in Adam who fell,
As sunk in our reason and senses to hell,
We then were, in myst❜ry, preserved in Thee;
Our earthy though fallen, our heav'nly was free.

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As the second Adam, then didst Thou appear,
The Lord from on high, for to banish our fear ;
Thou foundest us sunk in the earthy, lost man,
And him Thou assumedst to finish the plan,
That plan, where 'twas fix'd that transgression should
And all our creation restor❜d to thy peace. [cease,

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This hast Thou effected, by shedding thy blood, Hast brought back our nature in union with God. From the earthy man Thou hast set us all free, Hast brought us to live and to triumph in Thee. 'Tis here, we receive our intelligence sure,

Of our preservation in Thee always pure.

HYMN 20. S. M.

WITH bruises Christ was dress'd,

And nail'd up to a tree;

The pruning-hook his soul oppress'd

That he might fruitful be.

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He was not purg'd in vain,
But did his strength recruit ;
And when was finish'd all his pain,
There then appear'd his fruit.

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Distill'd from all his smart

The holy unction ran;

This is the wine that cheers the heart, The heart of God and man.

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With us he doth abound,

As branches, he the stem;
From him, our fruitfulness is found,
And shall remain in him.

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Hence shall our joys arise, And ev'ry hour improve— Whilst, in his smoking sacrifice, God hears our songs above.

HYMN 21. P.M.

THE victory's won,

And satan is down;

We now overcome,
His kingdom disown :

The seed of the woman

Hath bruised his head,
Hath made us that new man,
Which love had decreed.

In Adam we lost

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Our Eden by sin;

But we now, through Christ,
Again are brought in :

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