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[RICHARDS.]

Prefentation in the Temple.
LL hail, thou great first born,
The holy head of man!

What floods of Grace roll on to view,
In mercy's glorious plan!

2 Thy fulness mankind are:
The temple, Lord, art thou:
Thy body comprehends the whole
Of Adam's tribes below.

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In thee, prefented pure

Before the throne of God,

All nations there are made anew,
Of one life giving blood."

4 First born of Heav'n, of earth,
Of ev'ry creature, hail !

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Born to redeem from death and hell,

Thy purpose cannot fail.

The kies may wafte in flame ;

All fyitems melt away;

The fun himself turn black as night;

And earth be loft to day;

6 But thou shalt ftill remain,
Th' unchanging, Saviour God ;.
And as eternal ages roll,

Thy name fhall be ador'd.

HYMN LXXIV.

S. M. RICHARDS.]

Baptifm in Jordan.

As Jordan rolls his wave,

Around Chrift Jefus' head,

Methinks I fee the Saviour's grave;
And Christ among the dead.

2 Shall death confine the Lord?
Or hold the King of men?
He burfts the tomb, he quits the
And opes the Tyrant's den.
3 All glorious, fee him rife
Triumphant, o'er his foes:

grave,

Against the dwelling of the strong,
Ariel, Jefus goes.

4 Hail, Judah's lion, hail !

The vict'ry, Lord, is thine:

And death fubdu'd; and hell itself
The prey to thee refign.

5 O, for a fong of praife,
Immortal as thy fame:

But Heav'n in folemn filence kneels

Before th' Almighty Lamb.

HYMN LXXV. s. M.

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Temptation in the Wilderness.

FOR forty myftic days,

Unknown to man their length,

Thy foe, the foe of God with man,
Exerted all his ftrength.

2 No finite mind can tell,

The conflicts of thofe hours:
Nor ought but infinite conceive
Of Satan's wily pow'rs.

3 Was it to wreathe thy brow
With vict'ry's bright'ning wreath?

To give thyfelf a royal crown

That thus thou fought'ft with death

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The combat was begun;

For man 'twas finish'd; 'tis complete
For man the battle's won.

5 Eternal praise await,

Thy glorious, bleffed name;

Thou Captain of Salvation's hofts,

All fuff'ring conq'ring Lamb.

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HYMN LXXVI. S. M. [RICHARDS.]

Preaching of glad tidings.
CHRIST, what gracious words,
Are ever, ever thine;

Thy voice is mufic to the foul,
And life and peace divine.

2 Good, everlasting good,
Glad tidings full of joy,

Flow from thy lips, the lips of truth,
And flow without alloy.

3 The broken heart, the poor,

The bruis'd, the deaf, the blind;

The dumb, the dead, the captive wretch,
In thee compaffion find.

4 Lord Jefus, fpeed the day,

The promis'd day of grace,

To all the poor, the dumb, the deaf,
The dead of Adam's race.

5 One fong fhall then employ
The bleffed, bleffing whole;

And human nature fhout thy name,
The life of ev'ry foul.

HYMN LXXVII. S. M.

Miracles of Chrift.

ESUS, we blefs thy pow'r;

1. JES

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Thy grace, we honor more; Such love as thine, it must subdue To worship, love, adore.

2 The blind, the dumb, the deaf,
A word, a touch relieves;

The wither'd arm, at thy command,
New ftrength, O Lord, receives.
3 Lepers, who long had groan'd
Beneath the weight of pain;
The paified limbs, the dying, dead,
Are all made whole again.

4 Legions of hell, obey

Thy dread, almighty word;
And Jew and Gentile difpoffeft,
Give glory to the Lord.

5 Come, great Phyfician, come;
In fpirit, Chrift, difplay

Thy healing, cleaning, gracious powers,
And take ev'n death away.

HYMN LXXVIII.

P. M.

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The Saviour's invitation.

YE fcarlet color'd finners come;
Jefus the Lord, invites you home;

O whither can you go?

What are your crimes of crimson hue ? His promife is forever true,

He'll wash you

white as fnow.

2 Backfliding fouls fill'd with your ways, Whose weeping nights and wretched days, Ia bitternefs are spent!

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Return to Jefus he'll reveal

His lovely face, and fweetly heal
What you fo much lament.

Tri'd fouls! look up; he fays 'tis I;
He loves you ftill but means to try
If faith will bear the teft;

The Lord has given the chiefeft good,
He fhed for you his precious blood;
O truft him for the rest!

Ye tender fouls draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favor'd few,

Who feel the debt you owe;

Prefs on, the Lord hath more to give ;
By faith upon him daily live,

And you fhall find it fo.

HYMN LXXIX. P. M.

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Transfiguration on Mount Tabor.
AS Jefus (tood on Tabor's mound,
Celestial glory beam'd around,

And cloth'd the man, the God,
In lucid robes of fpotlefs white;
Whilft fplendors of primeval light,
Loos'd day's unbounded flood.

2 More pure than Salmon's fleecy fnow,
His whit'ning garments radiant flow:

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