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One great immortal name
Is nam'd on him and me:
In him, complete, I now poffefs
The fulness of redeeming grace.
3 When from his pierced fide
Came forth, in bleeding love,
His lov'd, his royal bride,
The life divine to prove;

To her this facred truth he feal'd,
That all her maladies were heal'd.

4 What tho' I mortal am,
And fhall to duft return;
In the prevailing Lamb
I unto God am born;
In him I live above all fear,

Nor fin, nor death, can reach me here.

HYMN CL. L. M.

[STEELE.]

Redemption by Chrift alone.

1 ENSLAV'D by fin and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant fway,

And doom'd to everlasting pains,
We wretched guilty captives lay.

2 Nor gold, nor gems could buy our peace;
Nor the whole world's collected flore
Suffice, to purchase our releafe :
A thousand worlds were all too poor.
3 Jefus the Lord, the mighty God,'
An all-fufficient ranfom paid;
Invalu'd price! his precious blood,
For vile rebellious traitors fhed.

4 Jefus the facrifice became,

To rescue guilty fouls from hell;
The fpotlefs, bleeding, dying Lamb
Beneath avenging juftice fell.
5 Amazing goodness! love divine!
O may our grateful hearts adore
The matchlefs grace, nor yield to fin,
Nor wear its cruel fetters more!
6 Dear Saviour, let thy love pursue,
The glorious work it has begun,
Each fecret lurking foe fubdue,
And let our hearts be thine alone.

HYMN CLI. 1. M.

[WATTS LYR.]

The glories of Redemption.

FATHER, how wide thy glory fhines !
How high thy wonders rife !

Known thro' the earth by thousand figns,
By thoufands thro' the fkies.

2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions fpeak thy fkill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience ftill.

3 Part of thy name divinely ftands
On all thy creatures writ,

They fhew the labour of thy hands,

The imprefs of thy feet.

4 But when we view thy grand defign

To fave rebellious worms,

Where wisdom, pow'r, and goodness shine,
In their moft glorious forms:

5 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rend awe; We love, and we adore ;

The holy angels never faw

So much of God before.

6 Here God hath made his nature known, And thought can never trace,

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Which of his glories brightest fhone,
In our Redeemer's face.

HYMN CLII. P. M.

WHITEFIELD'S COLL.]

Salvation, it is finished.

IS finifh'd, the Redeemer faid,

Tand meekly bow'd his dying head;

Whilft we this fentence scan,

Come, finners, and obferve the word,
Behold the conquests of our Lord,
Complete for helpless man.

Finish'd the righteoufnefs of grace;
Finish'd for finners, pard'ning peace;
Their mighty debt is paid:

Accufing law cancel'd by blood,
And wrath of an offended God,
In fweet oblivion laid.

3 Who now shall urge a fecond claim?
The law no longer can cordemn,
Faith a release can fhew;

Juftice itself a friend appears,
The prifon houfe a whifper hears,
Loofe him, and let him go.

4 O unbelief, injurious bar!
Source of tormenting, fruitless fear,

Why doft thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud objections fall,
Tis finish'd, ftill may answer all,
And filence ev'ry cry.

5 His toil, divinely finish'd ftands,
But ah! the praise his word demands;
Careful may we attend!

Conclufion to our fouls be this,
Because falvation finish'd is,

Our thanks fhall never end.

HYMN CLII.

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L. M. [S. STENNETT.

The Free Salvation of God.

'IS finish'd: fo the Saviour cried, And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finish'd yes, the race is run,

The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 'Tis finifh'd; all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets faid
Is now fulfill'd, as was defign'd,
In me the Saviour of mankind.

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'Tis finish'd; Aaron now no more
Muft ftain his robes with purple gore:
The facred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.

'Tis finifh'd; this my dying groan

Shall fins of ev'ry kind atone :

Millions fhall be redeem'd from death,

By this my laft expiring breath.

'Tis finish'd; heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the pow'rs of darkness fpoil'd ;

Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with finful men.

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6 'Tis finish'd; let the joyful found
Be heard through all the nations round:
'Tis finifh'd; let the echo fly

Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky,

HYMN CLIV. C. M.

[WATTS.]

The Glad Tidings of Salvation.

I SALVATION: Oh the joyful found!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buri'd in forrow and in fin,
At hell's dark door we lay
But we arife, by grace divine,
To fee a heav'nly day.
3 Salvation let the echo fly
The fpacious earth around,
While all the armies of the fky
Confpire to raife the found.

HYMN CLV. P. M. [L. M. c-].
God's Love Eternal and Unchangeable.
MY diftruftful heart

How fmall thy faith appears;

But greater, Lord, thou art,
Than all
my doubts and fears.
Did Jefus once upon me fhine?
Then Jefus is forever mine.

2 Unchangeable his will,
Tho' dark may be my frame

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