7

Freely we are sav'd by grace :
Heart and hand we this embrace;
This, below, fills ev'ry tongue,
This, above, is all the song.

8

Praises still to Christ we sing ;
Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Living waters in us flow,

Glory is begun below.

HYMN 4. L. M.

FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise :
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.

2

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word :

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Ti suns shall rise to set no more.

HYMN 5. C. M.

FATHER of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory shines!

or ever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines.

2

iere, may the wretched sons of want

Exhaustless riches find;

Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3

Tre, the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Find yields a free repast;

M

Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4

Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life and everlasting joys

Attend the blisful sound.

5

O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

6

Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Be thou for ever near ;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

HYMN 6. C. M.

How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration giv'n !
Bright as a lamp, its doctrines shine
To guide our souls to heav'n.

2

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

3

This lamp, through all the tedious nigh:

Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

HYMN 7. P. M.

ISRAEL, in ancient days,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too :

The types and figures were a glass.
In which they saw the Saviour's face.

2

The Paschal sacrifice,

And blood-besprinkled door,
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r,

Would teach the need of other blood To reconcile an angry God.

3

The lamb, the dove, set forth
His perfect innocence,
Whose blood, of matchless worth,
Should be the soul's defence;

For he, who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

4

Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free;
The type, well understood,
Express'd the sinner's plea ;

Describ❜d a guilty soul enlarg'd,
And by a Saviour's death discharg’d.

5

Jesus, I love to trace,

Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The same in ev'ry age!

O grant that I may faithful be

To clearer light, vouchsaf'd to me.

HYMN 8. P. M.

PART FIRST.

THE Bible is justly esteem'd

The glory supreme of the land, Which shows how a sinner's redeem'd And brought to Jehovah's right hand. With pleasure we freely confess

The Bible all books does outshine; But Jesus, his person and grace, Affords it that lustre divine.

2

In evity prophetical book,

Where God his decrees hath unseal'd, With joy we behold as we look,

The wonderful Saviour reveal'd:

His glories project to the eye,
And prove it was not his design
Those glories concealed should lie,
But there in full majesty shine.

3

The first gracious promise to man
A blessed prediction appears,
His work is the soul of the plan,
And gives it the glory it wears.
How cheering the truth must have been,
That Jesus the promised seed,
Should triumpa o'er satan and sin,
And hell in captivity lead!

PART SECOND.

4

The Ancient Levitica Lew

Was prophecy after its kind;

In types there the faitaful foresaw

The Saviour that ransom'd mankind.

The altar, the lamb, and the priest,
The blood that was sprinkled of old,
Had life when the people could taste
The blessings those shadows foretold.

5

Review each prophetical song,

Which shines in prediction's rich train, The sweetest to Jesus belong,

And point out his suff'rings and reign : Sure David his harp never strung With more of true sacred delight, Than when of the Saviour he sung, And he was reveal'd to his sight.

6

May Jesus more precious become ::
His word be a lamp to our feet,
While we in this wilderness roam,
Till brought in his presence to meet
Then, then will we gaze on thy face,
Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King;
Recount all thy wonders of grace ;—
Thy praises eternally sing.

HYMN 9. C. M.

To our almighty Maker, God,

New honours be address'd;
His great salvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.

2

He spake the word to Abr'am first,

His truth fulfils his grace;

The Gentiles make his name their trust, And learn his righteousness.