His name forbids my slavish fear,
His grace removes my sins.
While Jews on their own law rely,
And Greeks of wisdom boast;
I love th' incarnate mystery,

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And there I fix my trust.

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Founder's Hall.

COME all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
'Tis Christ, the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.

Sing how he took our flesh
To take away our guilt;

Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.

Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head';
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.

No more the bloody spear;
The cross and nails no more,
For devils tremble at his name,
And all the heavens adore.

Here the Redeemer sits

High on the Father's throne;

The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son,

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Miles's Lane.

LET saints on earth their anthems raise,
Who taste the Saviour's grace;

Let saints in heaven proclaim his praise,
And crown him Prince of peace.

Praise him who laid his glory by,
For man's apostate race;

Praise him who stoop'd to bleed and die,
And crown him Prince of peace.

Come rebels, lay your weapons down,
Let war for ever cease;

Immanuel for your sovereign own,
And crown him Prince of peace.

O may we reach the blissful shore,
To view his lovely face;

His name for ever to adore,

And crown him Prince of peace.

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New Victory.

JESUS, with all thy saints above,
My tongue would bear her part;
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood;

And quench'd his Father's flaming sword,
In his own vitai flood.

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The Lamb that freed my captive soul,

From satan's heavy chain;
And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horror reign.

All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never ceasing praise;

While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

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JESUS is all our hope,

Carmarthen New.

His death is all our boast;
But for his sov’reign grace,
We should be surely lost;

Redeeming blood, and dying love,
Here be our theme, and when above,

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JESUS I love thy charming name,

"Tis music to my ear;

Fain would I sound it out so loud,

Eythorn.

That earth and heav'n might hear.

Yes! thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels are toys compar'd with thee,
And gold is sordid dust.

All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee most richly meet;

Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

O may thy grace still cheer my heart,
And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

I'll speak the honours of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;
When speechless, clasp thee in my arms,
My joy in life and death.

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HEAD of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore thee;

'Till thou appear, thy members here,
Shall sing like those in glory.

We lift our hearts and voices,
With blest anticipation;
And cry aloud, and give to God,
The praise of our salvation.
The world, with sin and satan,
In vain our march opposes,
By thee we shall break thro' them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

By faith we see the glory,

To which thou wilt restore us;
The world despise for that high prize,
Which thou hast set before us.

We clap our hands, exulting,
In thine almighty favour;

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The love divine which made us thine,
Shall keep us thine for ever.

GLORY, glory everlasting,

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Calcutta.

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Be to him who bore the cross
Who redeem'd our souls by tasting
Death, the death deserv'd by us:
Spread his glory,

Who redeem'd his people thus.

His is love, 'tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end,
Human thought is here confounded,
'Tis too vast to comprehend :
Praise the Saviour!

Magnify the sinner's friend.

While we hear the wond'rous story
Of the Saviour's cross and shame,
Sing we everlasting glory

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"Be to God and to the Lamb,"
Saints and angels,

Give ye glory to his name.

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Fordingbridge.

LET the old heathens tune their song,

Of great Dianna and of Jove;

But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, Is my Redeemer and his love.