2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me:
A my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want:
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False, and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,-
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;

Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.

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Seeking deliverance and rest.

L. M.

WAKED from sin's delusive sleep, My heavy guilt I feel, and weep: Beneath a weight of woes oppress'd, 1 come to thee, my Lord, for rest.

2 Now, from thy throne of grace abovc, Look down upon my soul in love ;That smile shall sweeten all my pain, And make my soul rejoice again

3 Thou hast for sinners died, That all might come to God; The cov'nant thou hast ratified,

And seal'd it with thy blood; Thou hast obtain'd the grace That all may turn and live; And now thy offer I embrace,Thy mercy I receive.

428

Embracing the all-sufficient Portion.

AND can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away
For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield;
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compell'd,
And own thee conqueror.

3 Though late, I all forsake;
My friends, my all, resign:
Gracious Redeemer, take, O take,
And seal me ever thine.

4 Come, and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul
With all thy weight of love.

5 My one desire be this,—
Thy only love to know;

To seek and taste no other bliss,-
No other good below.

6 My life, my portion thou;

Thou all-sufficient art:

S. M.

My hope, my heavenly treasure, now
Enter, and keep my heart.

3 Still sure to me thy promise stands,

And ever must abide:
Behold it written on thy hands,
And graven in thy side.

4 To this, this only will I cleave;
Thy word is all my plea;

That word is truth, and I believe :—
Have mercy, Lord, on me.

392

Prisoner of hope.

C. M.

L'

ET the redeem'd give thanks and praise
To a forgiving God;

My feeble voice I cannot raise,

Till wash'd in Jesus' blood:

2 Till, at thy coming from above,
My mountain sin depart,
And fear give place to filial love,
And peace o'erflow my heart.

3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
The' appearance of my Lord,
These endless doubts and fears to end,
And speak my soul restored:-

4 Restored by reconciling grace;
With present pardon blest;
And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.

5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive, The love and joy unknown,

Now, Father, to thy servant give,

And claim me for thine own.

6 My God, in Jesus pacified,
My God, thyself declare;
And draw me to his open side,
And plunge the sinner there.

4 Far off the Father saw him move,

In pensive silence mourn,

And quickly ran, with arms of love,
To welcome his return.

5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around;

The angels tuned their harps anew,—
The long-lost son is found!

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L

12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

Saved by grace.

ET the world their virtue boast,-
Their works of righteousness;

I, a wretch undone and lost,

Am freely saved by grace; Other title I disclaim;

This, only this, is all my plea: I the chief of sinners am,

But Jesus died for me.

2 Happy they whose joys abound
Like Jordan's swelling stream;
Who their heaven in Christ have found,
And give the praise to him.
Meanest foll'wer of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see:-
I the chief of sinners am,

But Jesus died for me.

3 Jesus, thou for me hast died,
And thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel thy death applied;
I shall thy life receive:
Yet, when melted in the flame

Of love, this shall be all my plea,

I the chief of sinners am,

But Jesus died for me.

432

OFT

JUSTIFICATION BY FAITH.

11th P. M. 76,76,77 76.

The righteousness of faith.

FT I in my heart have said,—
Who shall ascend on high,

Mount to Christ, my glorious Head,
And bring him from the sky?
Borne on contemplation's wing,
Surely I shall find him there,
Where the angels praise their King,
And gain the Morning Star.
2 Oft I in my heart have said,—
Who to the deep shall stoop,
Sink with Christ among the dead,
From thence to bring him up?
Could I but my heart prepare,
By unfeign'd humility,
Christ would quickly enter there,
And ever dwell in me.

3 But the righteousness of faith
Hath taught me better things:-
Inward turn thine eyes,-it saith,
While Christ to me it brings:-
Christ is ready to impart

Life to all, for life who sigh:
In thy mouth and in thy heart
The word is ever nigh.

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L. M.

The Lord our Righteousness.
ET not the wise their wisdom boast,
The mighty glory in their might;

The rich in flatt'ring riches trust,
Which take their everlasting flight.