HYMN DCCXC.

Christ precious to the Believer. 1 Peter ii. 7.

DODDRIDGE,

1 JESUS, I love thy charming name;

"Tis music to mine ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That, earth and heaven should hear.

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

3 All my capacious powers can wish
In thee most richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds it's fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all it's wounds,
The cordial of it's care.

5 I'll speak the honours of thy name
With my last labouring breath;

Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms,
The antidote of death.

HYMN DCCXCI.

The Gospel first preached at Jerusalem.
Luke xxiv. 47.

66 grace,

"To all the sons of Adam's race:
"Pardon for every crimson sin,
"And at Jerusalem begin.

2 "There, where my blood, not fully dry,
"Stands warm upon mount Calvary ;
"That blood shall purge away their guilt,
By whom so lately it was spilt.

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3 "Now let the daring rebels turn,

"And o'er their bleeding sovereign mourn;
"Their bleeding sovereign shall forgive,
"And bid the rebels look and live.”

4 Is this thy voice, all-gracious Lord?
And did the rebels hear thy word?
And did they fall beneath thy feet,
And on their knees forgiveness meet?
3 Then may I hope for mercy too;
Such love can my hard heart subdue;
And give this guilty soul a place,
Among these captives of thy grace.
6 Here be it daily mine employ

To bathe thy wounds with tears of joy ;
Till miast the new Jerusalem

In one full choir we sing thy name.

HYMN DCCXCII.

Beholding Transgressions with Grief.
Psalm cxix. 136, 168.

DODDRIDGE.

1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise;
To torrents melt my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart with anguish feel
Those evils, which thou canst not heal.

2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded through the Son;
The word abus'd, the soul undone.

3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night;

In flames that no abatement know,
Though briny tears for ever flow.

4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,

And snatch the firebrands from the flame.

5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep, where most it loves;"
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.

HYMN DCCXCIII.

Christ's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19.

DODDRIDGE.

1 HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes! The Saviour promis'd long! every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

Let

2 On him the Spirit largely pour'd,
Exerts his sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace
T'enrich the humble poor.

6 His silver trumpets publish loud
The jubilee of the Lord;
Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restor❜d.

7 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

HYMN DCCXCIV.

The Resurrection of Christ. Luke xxiv. 34. Easter.

1 YES, the Redeemer rose,

The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our cruel foes

High rais'd his conquering head;
In wild dismay

The guards around
Fell to the ground,

And sunk away.

2 Lo, the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,
To wait his high commands,
And worship at his feet:

Joyful they come,
And wing their way
From realms of day
To such a tomb.

DODDRIDGE,