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HYMN 4. Third Part. L.M.
The justice of God. (cont.)

7	With grateful songs, then let our souls Surround our gracious Father's throne; And ail between the distant poles His truth and mercy ever own.

HYMN 5. First Part. L.M.
A Saviour is necessary.

1	ENSLAV'D by sin, and bound in chains    Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doom'd to everlasting pains,    We wretched guilty captives lay.
2	Nor can our arm procure our peace;    Nor will the world's collected store Suffice to purchase our release:    A thousand worlds were all too poor.
3	A Saviour, man, and mighty God,    A glorious ransom must procure; Justice divine demands his blood;    And nothing less can life insure.
4	Jesus the man, the mighty God,    This all-sufficient ransom paid: The Mediator's precious blood    For wretched sinners has been shed.
5	Jesus the sacrifice became,    To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb    Beneath avenging justice fell.
6	Amazing justice! love divine!    O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace; nor yield to sin,    Nor wear its cruel fetters more!

HYMN 5. Second Part. C.M.
Saviour.

1	THE Saviour! O what endless charms    Dwell in the blissful sound!

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HYMN 5. Second Part. C.M.
Saviour. (cont.)

1	Its influ'nce ev'ry fear disarms,    And spreads sweet comfort round.
2	Here pardon, life, and joys divine,    In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels lost in sin,    And doom'd to endless woe.
3	Th' almighty former of the skies    Stoop'd to our vile abode! While angels view'd, with wond'ring eyes,    And hail'd th' incarnate God.
4	O the rich depths of love divine,    Of bliss a boundless store! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;    I cannot wish for more.
5	On thee alone my hope relies,    Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,    My Saviour, and my all.

HYMN 5. Third Part. C.M.
Salvation.

1	SALVATION! O melodious sound    To wretched dying men! Salvation, that from God proceeds,    And leads to God again.
2	Rescued from hell's eternal gloom,    From fiends, and fires, and chains: Rais'd to a paradise of bliss,    Where love triumphant reigns!
3	But may a poor bewilder'd soul,    Sinful and weak as mine, Presume to raise a trembling eye    To blessings so divine?
4	The lustre of so bright a bliss,    My feeble heart o'erbears;