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HYMN 16. Third Part. C.M.
Christ sustained the pains of hell. (cont.)

  1 Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise?
  2 Yes, the Redeemer in his soul
   Sustain'd the pains of hell;
The wrath of God without control,
   On him our surety fell.
  3 He took the dying sinner's place,
   And suffer'd in his stead;
For man, (O miracle of grace!)
   For man the Saviour bled!
  4 Dear Lord, what heav'nly wonders dwell
   In thy atoning blood!
By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
   And rebels brought to God.
  5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends,
   To love so full, so free;
And may I hope that love extends
   Its sacred pow'r to me?
  6 What glad return can I impart
   For favours so divine?
O! take my all this worthless heart,
   And make it only thine.


HYMN 16. Fourth Part. C.M.
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.

  1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims
   For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
   And soft their sleeping bed.
  2 They die in Jesus and are bless'd;
   How kind their slumbers are!
From suff'rings and from sin releas'd,
   And freed from ev'ry snare.
  3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
   They're present with the Lord;

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HYMN 16. Fourth Part. C.M.
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord. (cont.)

  3 The labours of their mortal life
   End in a large reward.


HYMN 16. Fifth Part. L.M.
The saints rest in their grave.

  1 SAINTS in their graves lie down in peace,
No more by sin or hell opprest;
The wicked there from troubling cease,
And there the weary are at rest.
  2 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before
To that inheritance divine!
They labour, sorrow, sigh no more,
But bright in endless glories shine.
  3 There shall we join the blissful throng,
And meet our dearest friends again;
And, all eternity, our song
To Jesus raise, and with him reign.


HYMN 16. Sixth Part. S.M.
Triumph over death.

  1 AND must this body die?
   This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine,
   Lie mould'ring in the clay?
  2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
   Shall but refine this flesh;
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
   To put it on afresh.
  3 God, my Redeemer, lives,
   And often from the skies
Looks down, and watches o'er my dust,
   Till he shall bid it rise.
  4 Arrayed in glorious grace,
   Shall these vile bodies shine;
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
   Look heav'nly and divine.






        
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