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ZION. 8th P. M.
8th P. M. (185)


Lo! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain; Į Thousand thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train: Hal- le



lujah! God appears on earth to reign,Halle-lu-jah! God appears on earth to reign.

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Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near.

2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,

Shines the everlasting light.

3 See the stars from heaven falling;.
Hark, on earth the doleful cry;
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh:
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!

4 With what diff'rent exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the tokens of his passion,
By the marks received for me:—
All discern him:

All with shouts cry out,-'Tis He!
5 Lo! 'tis He! our hearts' Desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow:
Palms of vict'ry,
Crowns of glory, to bestow.

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COME, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power: He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more.

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,—
Every grace that brings you nigh,-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness he requireth

Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you,

'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;

Not the righteous,— Sinners Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden,

Your Redeemer prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry, before he dies,
It is finish'd!--
Sinners, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! the' incarnate God, ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him,--venture freely;
Let no other trust intrude:

None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah!

Sinners here may do the same.

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THOU God of my salvation, My Redeemer from all sin; Moved by thy divine compassion, Who hast died my heart to win, I will praise thee:


Where shall I thy praise begin? 2 Though unseen, I love the Saviour; He hath brought salvation near; Manifests his pard'ning favor; And when Jesus doth appear, Soul and body

Shall his glorious image bear.

3 While the angel choirs are crying,Glory to the great I AM,

I with them will still be vying-
Glory! glory to the Lamb!
O how precious

Is the sound of Jesus' name!
4 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceived amid the throng;
Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us,
Glad to join the holy song:


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At Je-sus' feet to lay it down- To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.

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THAT my load of sin were gone;

O that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down-
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Saviour of all, if mine thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within,-
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stain'd with hallow'd blood,
The labour of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

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Y soul before thee prostrate lies;



To thee, her Source, my Spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free.

2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 Already springing hope I feel,-
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,—
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.

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JESUS, a word, a look from thee,


Can turn my heart, and make it clean; Purge out the inbred leprosy,

And save me from my bosom sin.

2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart;
Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse;
The deepest stains of sin efface,

And drive the evil spirit hence.

4 Be it according to thy word; ·
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its deathless powers to thee

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on, Lord, for thee; Thy saints a-dore thy holy Name;

Thy creatures bend th'o-be - dient knee, And, humbly, now thy pres - ence claim.

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PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
Thy saints adore thy holy Name;
Thy creatures bend the' obedient knee,
And, humbly, now thy presence claim.
2 Eternal Source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call;
Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all.

3 Still may thy children in thy word Their commion trust and refuge see; O, bind us to each other, Lord,

By one great bond,-the love of thee. 4 So shall our sun of hope arise,

With brighter still and brighter ray, Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes With beams of everlasting day.

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O! round the throne, a glorious hand,
The units in countless myriads stand;

Of every tongue redeem'd to God,
Array'd in garments wash'd in blood.

2 Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame;
But now from all their labours rest,
In God's eternal glory blest.

3 They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumph of his grace;
And day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.
4 O, may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.

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THERE is a God-all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies;
See-from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,

His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of your God;

Bow down before him and adore.

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NOW let my soul, eternal King,

To thee its grateful tribute bring;
My knee, with humble homage, bow;
My tongue perform its solemn vow.
2 All nature sings thy boundless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above;
But in thy blessed word I trace
Diviner wonders of thy grace.

3 There, what delightful truths I read!
There, I behold the Saviour bleed:
His name salutes my list'ning ear,
Revives my heart, and checks my fear.
4 There Jesus bids my sorrows cease,
And gives my lab'ring conscience peace;
Raises my grateful thoughts on high,
And points to mansions in the sky.
5 For love like this, O let my song,
Through endless years, thy praise prolong
Let distant climes thy Name adore,
Till time and nature are no more.


BRIGHTON. 1st P. M. (152)


1. O Love divine, what hast thou done! Th' incarnate God hath died for me!

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The Son of God for me hath died: My Lord, my Love, is

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2 Behold him, all ye that pass by,-
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come see, ye worms, your Saviour die,

And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.
3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,-

Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood:
Pardon for all flows from his side:
My Lord, my Love, is crucified.

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream; All things for him account but loss,

And give up all our hearts to him: Of nothing think or speak beside,My Lord, my Love, is crucified.

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The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays,
All-prevalent for helpless man;
Thy blood is still our ransom found,
And speaks salvation all around,

3 We need not now go up to heaven
To bring the long-sought Saviour down;
Thou art to all already given,

Thou dost e'en now thy banquet crown;-To every faithful soul appear. And show thy real presence here.

302 The Lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world.

SEE, sinners, in the gospel glass,


The Friend and Saviour of mankind; Not one of all the apostate race

But may in him salvation find:
His thoughts, and words, and actions prove,-
His life and death,-that God is love.

2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears
The sins of all the world away;
A servant's form he meekly wears,

He sojourns in a house of clay :
His glory is no longer seen,
But God with God is man with men.
3 See where the God incarnate stands,
And calls his wand'ring creatures home:
He all day long spreads out his hands;
Come, weary souls, to Jesus come!
Ye all may hide you in his breast,
Believe, and he will give you rest.

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