Who now dost intercede with God, And plead the friendless sinner's cause; In thee I trust; thee would I love, And imitate the blest above! 4 My King supreme, to thee I bow, A willing subject at thy feet; All other Lords I disavow,

And to thy government submit: My Saviour-King this heart would love, And imitate the blest above!

HYMN CLXXXIII. 1 Pet. II. 21..

1 JESUS, my Saviour and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears.
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too.

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God my judge shall own my name
Among the foll'wers of the Lamb.

HYMN CLXXXIV. 2 Pet. 11. 13.

1 SING to the Lord that built the skies,
The Lord that rear'd this stately frame;
Let all the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name,

2 He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made ev'ry drop, and ev'ry dust,
Nature and time, with all their wheels;
And push'd them into motion first.
3 Now, from his high imperial throne
He looks far down upon the spheres:
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns our hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gather'd in;
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast,
To shake it all to dust again!

5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes;
There's a new heav'n and earth for you.

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HYMN CLXXXV. 1 John 11. 1-3.

BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestow'd

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

Nor doth it yet appear,

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

5 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne: Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own.

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HYMN CLXXXVI. Jude, 24-5.

To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring,

"Tis his almighty love,

His counsel and his care,

Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.

3 He will present our souls
Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
Then all the chosen seed

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Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

HYMN CLXXXVII. Rev. I. 5-7.

1 Now to the Lord that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

2 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins, And wash'd us in his richest blood:

'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our superior King, Be everlasting power confess'd, And ev'ry tongue his glory sing. 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And ev'ry eye shall see him move: Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once, Then he displays his pard'ning love. 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, While saints rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariots long delay.

HYMN CLXXXVIII. Rev. v. 11-3. 1 HARK! the notes of angels singing, "Glory, glory to the Lamb!" All in heav'n their tribute bringing, Raising high the Saviour's name. See, th' angelic hosts have crown'd him, Jesus fills the throne on high: Countless myriads, hov'ring round him, With his praises rend the sky.

2 Ye for whom his life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong:
Come assist the choir of heaven;
Join the everlasting song.
Endless life in him possessing,

Let us praise his precious name:
Glory, honour, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb!

HYMN CLXXXIX. THE SAME.

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,
66 For he was slain for us."

3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.

4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name

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

HYMN CXC. Rev. vii. 13-7.

1 "WHAT happy men or angels these, "That all their robes are spotless white? "Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heav'nly light?" 2 From tort'ring racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne With loud hosannas night and day: Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their bless'd eternity.

4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone; And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun, 5 The Lamb that fills the middle throne, Shall shed around his milder beams;