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HYMN 52. Fourth Part. C.M.
Victory through free grace. (cont.)

4	O! may thy glorious merits be,    By imputation, mine.
5	Free grace alone can wipe the tears    From my la man ting eyes: And raise my soul, from guilty fears,    To joy that never dies.
6	Free grace can death itself out-brave,    And take the sting away: Can sinners to the utmost save,    And give them victory.

HYMN 52. Fifth Part. L.M.
Thine is the Kingdom, Power and Glory.

1	OUR grateful tongues, immortal King, Thy glory shall forever sing; Our hymns to time's remotest day, Thy truth in sacred notes display.
2	What pow'r, O Lord, shall vie with thine? What name among the saints, who shine, Of equal excellence possess'd, Thy sov'reignty, will dare contest?
3	Thee, Lord, heav'n's host their Maker own, Thine is the Kingdom, thine alone; Thee, endless majesty has crown'd, And glory ever vests thee round.
4	Thrones and dominions round thee fall, Thy presence shakes this lower ball: From change to change the creatures run; Hut all thy vast designs are one.
5	O wise in all thy works! thy name Let man's whole race aloud proclaim; And grateful thro' the length of days, In ceaseless songs repeat thy praise.

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HYMN 52. Sixth Part. L.M.
Home in view.

1	AS when the weary trav'ller gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if 'cross the plains He eyes his home, tho' distant still.
2	Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies; The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3	The thought of home his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears, So he may safe arrive at last.
4	'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus, in the realms of day: There I shall bid my cares farewell, And he will wipe my tears away.
5	Jesus, on thee our hope depends, To lead us on to thine abode: Assur'd our home will make amends For all our toil while on the road.

HYMN 52. Seventh Part. L.M.
Amen.

1	AMEN! My Father hears my prayers, He knows my sorrows, counts my tears; He never said to Jacob's race, In vain ye seek your Father's face.
2	Amen! My precious Jesus lives, And access to his people gives; A rainbow now surrounds the throne; And in his name I boldly come.
3	Amen! The Spirit will impart His sacred influ'nce to my heart;