4 Jesus! the virtue of thy blood
To all our souls apply;

Grant that to Thee we henceforth live,
Grant that to sin we die :-

5 Till, spotless plac'd at thy right hand,
Safe in the realms above,

We cast our crowns before thy throne,
And sing thy boundless love.

HYMN XXI. C. M.

1 COME let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
“Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honour and pow'r divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.

5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

HYMN XXII.

1 NOT all the blood of beasts

On Jewish alters slain,

S. M.

Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler Name, And richer blood than they.

3 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his heav'nly love.

Easter.

HYMN XXIII.

C. M.

1 THIS day be grateful homage paid,
And loud Hosannahs sung:

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

2 O what a night was that which wrap'd The heathen world in gloom!

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O what a Sun, which broke this day
Refulgent from the tomb!

3 Ten thousand diff'rent tongues shall join To hail this welcome morn,

Which scatters blessings from its beams On nations yet unborn.

1 JESUS CHRIST is ris'n to day--Hallelujah!
Our triumphant holy-day;
Who did once upon the cross
Suffer to redeem our loss.

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing,
Unto Christ, our Heav'nly King;
Who endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

3 But the pains which He endur'd
Our salvation have procur'd;
Now He reigns triumphant King,
Where the angels ever sing-Hallelujah!

1 HAIL the day that sees Him rise,

Glorious to his native skies!

Christ, awhile to mortals given,

Enters now the highest heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquish'd death and sin,
Take the King of Glory in.

3 See, the heav'n its Lord receives!
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still He calls mankind his own.

4 Still for us He intercedes;
His prevailing death He pleads;
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

HYMN XXVI. P. M.

1 COME, ye saints, unite your praises; Press around the Saviour's throne: Soon, we hope, the Lord will raise us To the place where He is gone. Meet it is, that we should sing,"Glory, glory to our King''

2 King of Glory, reign for ever;
Thine the everlasting crown!
From thy love what pow'r shall sever
Those, whom Thou hast made thine
Happy objects of thy grace! [own?
Soon they hope to see thy face.

3 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; Bring, O bring the glorious day, When thy foes no more assaulting, All our griefs shall pass away. Then with golden harps we'll sing,"Glory, glory to our King!”

Whitsunday.

HYMN XXVII.

S. M.

1 COME, Holy Spirit, come;
Let thy bright beams arise;
Dispel the darkness from our minds,
And open Thou our eyes.

2 Revive our drooping faith,
Our doubts and fears remove,
And kindle in our breast the flame
Of never-dying love.

8 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart,
To sanctify the soul,

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pour fresh life on ev'ry part, And new-create the whole.

4 Dwell Thou within our heart,

Our minds from bondage free;

Then shall we know, and praise, and love,
The FATHER, SON, and THEE.