One great immortal name To her this facred truth he feal'd, 4 What tho' I mortal am, Nor fin, nor death, can reach me here. HYMN CL. L. M. [STEELE.] Redemption by Chrift alone. 1 ENSLAV'D by fin and bound in chains, Beneath its dreadful tyrant fway, And doom'd to everlasting pains, 2 Nor gold, nor gems could buy our peace; 4 Jefus the facrifice became, To rescue guilty fouls from hell; HYMN CLI. 1. M. [WATTS LYR.] The glories of Redemption. FATHER, how wide thy glory fhines ! Known thro' the earth by thousand figns, 2 Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, 3 Part of thy name divinely ftands They fhew the labour of thy hands, The imprefs of thy feet. 4 But when we view thy grand defign To fave rebellious worms, Where wisdom, pow'r, and goodness shine, 5 Our thoughts are lost in rev'rend awe; We love, and we adore ; The holy angels never faw So much of God before. 6 Here God hath made his nature known, And thought can never trace, Which of his glories brightest fhone, HYMN CLII. P. M. WHITEFIELD'S COLL.] Salvation, it is finished. IS finifh'd, the Redeemer faid, Tand meekly bow'd his dying head; Whilft we this fentence scan, Come, finners, and obferve the word, Finish'd the righteoufnefs of grace; Accufing law cancel'd by blood, 3 Who now shall urge a fecond claim? Juftice itself a friend appears, 4 O unbelief, injurious bar! Why doft thou yet reply? 5 His toil, divinely finish'd ftands, Conclufion to our fouls be this, Our thanks fhall never end. HYMN CLII. L. M. [S. STENNETT. The Free Salvation of God. 'IS finish'd: fo the Saviour cried, And meekly bow'd his head and died. 'Tis finish'd yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 2 'Tis finifh'd; all that heav'n decreed, 3 4 'Tis finish'd; Aaron now no more 'Tis finifh'd; this my dying groan Shall fins of ev'ry kind atone : Millions fhall be redeem'd from death, By this my laft expiring breath. 'Tis finish'd; heav'n is reconcil'd, Peace, love, and happiness again i 6 'Tis finish'd; let the joyful found Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky, HYMN CLIV. C. M. [WATTS.] The Glad Tidings of Salvation. I SALVATION: Oh the joyful found! A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 2 Buri'd in forrow and in fin, HYMN CLV. P. M. [L. M. c-]. How fmall thy faith appears; But greater, Lord, thou art, 2 Unchangeable his will, |