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2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
E'en cold affliction's wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,

And hopes and joys immortal bloom,
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing,
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour King,
The condescensions of his love.
4 He died, to raise to life and joy

The vile, the guilty, and undone;
O! let his praise each hour employ,
Till hours no more their circles run!
5 He died!-ye seraphs, tune your songs!
Resound the Saviour's sacred name;
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wond'rous theme.

Humphry's Col. 71.

C. M.

All in All. Col. iii. 11.

Ludlow.

1 CHRIST as our great physician heals
Our maladies within;

Relieves the pangs the conscience feels
From recollected sin.

2 He sees our many pressing wants
With a propitious eye;

And from his own abundance grants
A free and rich supply.

3 He sympathizes with our grief,
He lends a gracious ear

To all our groans;-and gives relief,
Whate'er we feel or fear.

4 My soul with sacred rapture saith,
(When Jesus is in view,)

This is the object of my faith,
And this its author too.

5 Angels his name with joy confess,
And low before him fall;

Then what can sinners here do less
Than own him All in All.

Medley.

72. L. M.

The Breaker.

Old Hundred.

Mic. ii. 13.

1 SING the dear Saviour's glorious fame,
Who bears the Breaker's wondrous name;
Sweet name! and it becomes him well,
Who breaks down sin, guilt, death, and hell.

2 A mighty Breaker sure is he;

He broke my chains and set me free;
A gracious Breaker to my soul;

He breaks, and O, he makes me whole!
3 He breaks through ev'ry gloomy cloud,
Which can my soul with darkness shroud!
He breaks the bars of ev'ry snare,
Which hellish foes for me prepare.

4 He breaks the gates of harden'd brass,
To bring his faithful words to pass;
And though with pondrous iron barr'd,
The Breaker's love they can't retard.
5 Great Breaker! O, thy love impart
Daily, to break my stony heart;
O, break it, Lord, and enter in,
And break, O break the pow'r of sin.

Hoskins.

73. s. M.

Boylston.

Bread of Life. John vi. 35, 48, 51.

1 BEHOLD the gift of God!

Sinners, adore his name,

Who shed for us his precious blood,
Who bore our curse and shame.

2 Behold the living bread,

Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead,
That he might ever live.
3 Behold the Saviour's love,
Who gives his flesh to eat ;
Never did angels taste above
Provisions half so sweet.

4 The Lord delights to give ;
He knows you've nought to buy ;
To Jesus haste ;-this bread receive,
And you shall never die.

Medley.

74. L. M.

Comforter. John xiv. 18.

Effingham.

1 COME, ye who know the Saviour's love,
And his indulgent mercies prove;
In cheerful songs his praise express,
For he'll not leave you comfortless.

2 He ever acts the Saviour's part,
With strong compassions in his heart;
The least and weakest saint he'll bless,
Nor will he leave him comfortless.

3 His wisdom, goodness, pow'r, and care,
They largely, sweetly, daily share;
He will their ev'ry fear suppress,
Nor will he leave them comfortless.

4 While they are sojourners below,
And travel through this world of woe,
In storms and floods of deep distress,
He will not leave them comfortless.

5 So when they pass death's gloomy vale,
And flesh and mortal powers fail,
Their dying lips shall then confess
He does not leave them comfortless.
6 Thanks to thy name, our dearest Lord,
For ev'ry promise in thy word;

B—.

But, O, with this our hearts impress,
"I will not leave you comfortless."

75. L. M.

Friend of Sinners. Luke vii. 34.

Ward.

1 JESUS, th' incarnate God of love,
Rules all the shining worlds above;
And though his name the heav'ns transcend,
Yet he is still the sinner's friend.

2 Behold, the condescending God
Awhile forsakes his bright abode;
Down to our world see him descend,
And groan and die the sinner's friend.
3 When the appointed hour was come,
He burst the barriers of the tomb;
Then to the skies he did ascend,

Where still he lives the sinner's friend.

4 Ye mourning souls to

Jesus come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room;

To his dear hands your cause commend,
He only is the sinner's friend.

Hill's Col.

76. 6.4.

Italian Hymn.

Worthy the Lamb. Rev. v. 12.

1 GLORY to God on high,
Let heav'n and earth reply,
Praise ye his name!
Angels his love adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
And saints sing, evermore,
"Worthy the Lamb."

2 Ye, who surround the throne,
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising his name!

Dobell.

Ye, who have felt his blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound his dear name abroad;
"Worthy the Lamb."

3 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising his name!

Still will we tribute bring,
Hail him our gracious King,
And through all ages sing,
"Worthy the Lamb."

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Rose of Sharon. Song ii. 1.

1 IN Sharon's lovely Rose
Immortal beauties shine;

Its sweet, refreshing fragrance shows
Its origin divine.

2 How blooming and how fair!-
O may my happy breast

This lovely Rose for ever wear,
And be supremely blest!

Seir

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