Jefus, our great High Prieft,
Has full atonement made
Ye weary fpirits reft,

Ye mournful fouls be glad! The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.

HYMN 16. S. M.

BLESS'D are the eyes that see,

The ears are blefs'd that hear
The trumpet of the jubilee;
The great fabbatic year.

2

We plough, nor fow no more,
Nor toil for living bread;
For we've a never-failing ftore,
A table plenteous spread.

3

The fervant now is free;
The hateful, heavy yoke
(That all might tafte true liberty)
From ev'ry neck is broke.

4

Th' inheritance, once fold,

Which the poor bankrupt mourns, To the true owner, without gold Or price, it now returns,

5

O, Jefus ever blefs'd,
Thou art our jubilee;

Our restoration, and our reft,
Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.

6

Thy name, O bleeding King,
Shall dwell on all our tongues;

And ev'ry heart, infpir'd, fhall fing
Thy praise in all their fongs.

7

Worthy the honour'd name
Of Jefus Chrift, our Lord;

He's God Almighty, and the Lamb,
Eternally ador'd.

HYMN 17. L. M.

WHEN Ifrael's grieving tribes complain'd,

With fiery ferpents greatly pain'd,
A ferpent ftraight the prophet made
Of molten brafs, to view difplay'd.

2

Around the fainting crowds attend,
To heav'n their mournful fighs afcend;
They hope, they look, while from the pole,
Defcends a pow'r that makes them whole.

3

But, O, what healing to the heart,
Doth our Redeemer's crofs impart !
What life, by faith, our fouls receive!
What pleasures do his forrows give!

4

Still may I view the Saviour's cross,
And other objects count but lofs :
Here ftill be fix'd my feasted eyes,
Enraptur'd with his facrifice.

HYMN 18. C. M.

O, FOR a thousand tongues, to fing
My dear Redeemer's praise !

The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!

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2

Jefus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our forrows ceafe ;
'Tis mufic in the finner's ears,
'Tis life, and health, and peace.

3

He breaks the pow'r of cancel'd fin,
He fets the pris'ners free;

His blood can make the fouleft clean,
His blood avail'd for me.

4

He fpeaks, and, lift'ning to his voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

5

Hear him, ye deaf; his praife, ye dumb,
Your loofen'd tongues employ ;

Ye blind, behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

HYMN 19. P. M.

WHAT glories, furrounding my Saviour, I fee!

What beauties triumphant, my Jefus, in thee !
What glory or power may with thee compare,
Or thy generation what tongue can declare ?
The heavens are filent and cannot decide,
This myft'ry only belongs to the bride.

2

Thou haft, my dear Saviour, in glory and truth, From th' womb of the morning, the dew of thy youth: The morning of love, eternal and bright,

With honour bedew'd thee, and nourish'd thee right, When fecretly thou waft existing above

In God, as the word, and the Son of his love.

3

Thine offspring,--for number as fands on the fhore,
Or morning dew-drops, on the earth featter'd o'er,---
Were then, as thy mystery, fulness, and truth,
All gather'd in Thee, as the dew of thy youth:
In Thee, as thy fplendour of youth, did we fhine
In beauties of holiness, godlike, divine.

4

And when we had fallen from heaven to earth,
And could not return there, but thro' a new birth;
Our nature, as fpoiled in Adam who fell,
As funk in our reafon and fenfes to hell,
We then were, in myft'ry, preferved in Thee;
Our earthy though fallen, our heav'nly was free.

5

As the fecond Adam, then didft Thou appear, The Lord from on high, for to banish our fear; Thou foundeft us funk in the earthy, loft man, And him Thou affumedft to finish the plan, That plan, where 'twas fix'd that tranfgreffion fhould And all our creation reftor'd to thy peace. [cease,

6

This haft Thou effected, by fhedding thy blood,
Haft brought back our nature in union with God.
From the earthy man Thou haft fet us all free,
Haft brought us to live and to triumph in Thee.
'Tis here, we receive our intelligence fure,
Of our preservation in Thee always pure.

HYMN 20. S. M.

WITH bruifes Chrift was drefs'd,

And nail'd up to a tree;

The pruning-hook his foul opprefs'd
That he might fruitful be.

2

He was not purg'd in vain,
But did his ftrength recruit ;
And when was finifh'd all his pain,
There then appear'd his fruit.

3

Diftill'd from all his fmart

The holy unction ran;

This is the wine that cheers the heart, The heart of God and man.

4

With us he doth abound,

As branches, he the ftem;
From him, our fruitfulness is found,
And fhall remain in him.

5

Hence fhall our joys arise, And ev'ry hour improveWhilft, in his fmoking facrifice, God hears our fongs above.

HYMN 21. P. M.

THE victory's won,

And fatan is down;
We now overcome,
His kingdom difown:
The feed of the woman

Hath bruifed his head,

Hath made us that new man,
Which love had decreed.

In Adam we loft

2

Our Eden by fin;

But we now, through Chrift,
Again are brought in: