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THE FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT.

PSALM LIV.

1 Cor. xv. 45.

1 LORD, in the dust, before Thy throne,
Our guilt and our disgrace we own;

Great GoD, we own th' unhappy name,
Whence sprung our nature, and our shame.

2 But whilst our spirits, fill'd with awe,
Behold the terrors of Thy Law,
We sing the honors of Thy grace,
That sent to save our ruin'd race.

3 We sing Thine everlasting SON,
Who join'd our nature to His own:
ADAM the second, from the dust
Raises the ruins of the first.

(L.M.)

4 Where sin did reign, and death abound,
There have the sons of ADAM found
Abounding life, there glorious grace
Reigns thro' the LORD our RIGHTEOUSNESS.

5 All blessings, might' and majesty,
Then to our GOD for ever be;

TO JESUS CHRIST Our SAVIOUR raise,
Eternal songs of endless praise.

Psalm li. lav. ciii. cxiii.

PALM SUNDAY.

PSALM. LX. XX,

Heb. ix. 11, 12.

1 HAIL! Thou once despised JESUS! Hail! Thou Galilean King!

(P.M. 8, 7.)

Who didst suffer to release us,
Who didst free salvation bring!
Hail! Thou glorious GoD and SAVIOUR,
Who hast born our sin and shame,
By whose merits we find favour,
Life is given thro' Thy name!

2 Paschal LAMB, by GoD appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid!
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made,
Every sin may be forgiven,

Thro' the virtue of Thy blood,

Open'd is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made 'twixt man and GOD.

3 Jesus hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide,

All the heav'nly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side;
There for sinners thou art pleading,

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Spare them yet another year". There for saints art interceding, 'Till in glory they appear.

4 Worship, honor, pow'r and blessing,
CHRIST is worthy to receive
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give!
Help ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest noblest lays,
Help to sing our SAVIOUR'S merits,
Help to chaunt IMMANUEL's praise.

Psalm xvi. 2nd. part.

MONDAY BEFORE EASTER.

Phil. ii. 8, Col. ii. 15.

THE mighty frame of glorious grace,

1 THE

That brightest monument of praise!
That e'er th' Eternal God design'd,
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind.
2 Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song,
A subject for an angel's tongue :
When angels sound these awful things
They tune and summon all their strings.
3 Proclaim inimitable love,

JESUS, the Lord of worlds above,
Puts off the beams of bright array,
And veils the GOD in mortal clay.
4 He that distributes crowns and thrones,
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans,
The Prince of life resigns His breath,
The King of glory bows to death.

(L.M.)

5 Behold the wonders of His power,
CHRIST triumphs in His dying hour!
Our life He purchas'd when He fell
And overcame the pow'rs of hell.
6 Thus were the hosts of death subdued,
And sin aton'd by JESU's blood:
Then He arose and reigns above,
And conquers sinners by His love.

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TUESDAY BEFORE EASTER.

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INFINITE grace almighty love!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
JESUS, the LORD, extends His arms
Upon a cross of love, and dies!
2 Did ever pity stoop so low,

Dress'd in divinity and blood?
Well may the Church triumphant bow,
And sing to their incarnate GOD.
3 There glory shines in ev'ry face;

There friendship shines in ev'ry eye;
There shall our tongues relate the
grace
That led us homeward to the sky.
4 O'er all the names of CHRIST our King
Shall our melodious voices rove:

Our harps shall sound, from ev'ry string.
The wonders of His dying love.

5 0 LORD, for bounty so divine

(L.M.)

We ne'er can equal honors raise!
SAVIOUR, may all our hearts be Thine,
And all our tongues proclaim Thy praise!

WEDNESDAY BEFORE EASTER.

Isaiah liii. 34.-Gal. vi. 14.

1 ARISE, my soul; with wonder see

What love divine for thee hath done!

Behold thy sorrows, sin, and grief,

Are laid on GOD'S Eternal SON.

2 See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingling down;
Did e'er such love, such sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so bright a crown!
3 My soul, survey the wond'rous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
And count thy richest gain but loss,
And pour contempt on all thy pride.
4 Forbid it LORD, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of CHRIST my GoD;
All the vain things that please me most,
I'd sacrifice them to His blood.

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my

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life my

all.

(L. M.)

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