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AND HYMNS.

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XII.

The Triumph of Faith. Rom. viii. 33.

WHO fhall the Lord's elect condemn? ' Tis God that juftifies their fouls; And mercy, like a mighty ftream, O'er all their fins divinely rolls.

2 Who fhall adjudge the faints to hell? " Tis Chrift that fuffer'd in their ftead; And, their falvation to fulfil ,! Behold him rifing from the dead. ³

3 He lives! he lives! and fits above, For ever interceding there: Who fhall divide us from his love, Or what fhould tempt us to defpair? 4 Shall perfecution or diftrefs,

Famine, or fword,' or nakednefs? He that hath lov'd us bears us thro', And makes us more than conq'rors too.

5 Faith hath an overcoming pow'r,

It triumphs in the dying hour: Chrift is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we fink with fuch a prop... B 3