Jesus, our great High Priest, Ye mournful souls be glad! 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. 2 We plough, nor sow no more, 3 The servant now is free; 4 Th' inheritance, once sold, Which the poor bankrupt mourns,. To the true owner, without gold Or price, it now returns. 5 O, Jesus! ever bless'd, 6 Thy name, O bleeding King, And ev'ry heart inspir'd shall sing 7 Worthy the honour'd name He's God Almighty, and the lamb, HYMN 17. L. M. WHEN Israel's grieving tribes complain'd, 2 Around the fainting crowds attend, 3 But, O, what healing to the heart, may 4 Still I view the Saviour's cross, HYMN 18. C. M. O, FOR a thousand tongues, to sing C Jesus, the name that charms our fears, 3 He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd sin, His blood can make the foulest clean, 4 He speaks, and, list'ning to his voice, 5 Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb, HYMN 19. P. M. WHAT glories, surrounding my Saviour, I see! 2 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. 3 Thine offspring,-for number as sands on the shore, 4 And when we had fallen from heaven to earth, .5 As the second Adam, then didst Thou appear, 6 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. 2 He was not purg'd in vain, 3 Distill'd from all his smart The holy unction ran; This is the wine that cheers the heart, The heart of God and man. 4 With us he doth abound, As branches, he the stem; 5 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, The seed of the woman Hath bruised his head, In Adam we lost 2 Our Eden by sin; But we now, through Christ, |