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4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone,
Hath power sufficient to atone ;
Thy blood can make us white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse us so.

6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make these broken hearts rejoice.
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The joys of penitence.

COME, O ye sinners, to the Lord,

In Christ to paradise restored:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,-
The plenitude of gospel grace :-
2 A pardon written with his blood;
The favour and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence :-

3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven :—

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The' unutterable tenderness;

The genuine, meek humility;
The wonder, why such love to me:-

5 The' o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.

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3 Our souls and bodies we resign,
To fear and follow thy commands;
O take our hearts, our hearts are thine,
Accept the service of our hands.
4 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer,
Our Master's voice will we obey;
Toil in the vineyard here, and bear
The heat and burden of the day.

5 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place,
In heaven, at thy right hand, prepare;
And till we see thee face to face,
Be all our conversation there.

HOW

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OW blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest! How mildly beam the closing eyes! How gently heaves the' expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day;

So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
How bright the' unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

5 Life's labour done, as sinks the clay,-
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,—
How blest the righteous when he dies!

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ASAHEL ABBOT.

worship here,

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The Lord our righteousness.

IN thy presence we appear;
Lord! we love to worship here,
When, within the veil, we meet
Thee upon thy mercy-seat.

2 While thy glorious Name is sung,
Touch our lips, and loose our tongue;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Thee, the Lord our righteousness.

3 While to thee our prayers ascend, Let thine ear in love attend;

Hear, for Jesus intercedes;

Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads.

4 While thy word is heard with awe,
And we tremble at thy law,
Let thy Gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.

5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon through thy name,
In their voices let us own
Jesus, speaking from the throne.

6 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn;
That at evening we may say,-
We have walk'd with God to-day.

3 Life and peace to me impart; Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast,-Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray; Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine; Keep me, Lord, forever thine.

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JESUS

comes with all his grace,
Comes to save a fallen race;
Object of our glorious hope,
Jesus comes to lift us up.

2 Let the living stones cry out;
Let the sons of Abrah'm shout:
Praise we all our lowly King;
Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing.

3 We are now his lawful right;
Walk as children of the light;
We shall soon obtain the grace,
Pure in heart, to see his face.

4 We shall gain our calling's prize;
After God we all shall rise,
Fill'd with joy, and love, and peace,
Perfected in holiness.

5 Let us then rejoice in hope;
Steadily to Christ look up;
Trust to be redeem'd from sin,
Wait till he appear within.

6 Hasten, Lord, the perfect day;
Let thy every servant say,-
I have now obtain'd the power,
Born of God, to sin no more.

535 The mind that was in Christ. JESUS, plant and root in me

All the mind that was in thee; Settled peace I then shall find; Jesus' is a quiet mind.

2 Anger I no more shall feel,-
Always even, always still;
Meekly on my God reclined;
Jesus' is a gentle mind.

3 I shall suffer and fulfil
All my Father's gracious will;
Be in all alike resign'd;
Jesus' is a patient mind.

4 When 'tis deeply rooted here,
Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Fear doth servile spirits bind;
Jesus' is a noble mind.

5 I shall nothing know beside
Jesus, and him crucified:
Perfectly to him be join'd;
Jesus' is a loving mind.

6 I shall triumph evermore;
Gratefully my God adore;
God so good, so true, so kind;
Jesus' is a thankful mind.

7 Lowly, loving, meek, and pure,
I shall to the end endure;
Be no more to sin inclined;
Jesus' is a constant mind.

8 I shall fully be restored
To the image of my Lord;
Witnessing to all mankind,
Jesus' is a perfect mind.

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Pardon-grace-glory.

ONS of God, triumphant rise;

SONS

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Shout the' accomplish'd sacrifice;
Shout your sins in Christ forgiven,—
Sons of God, and heirs of heaven.
2 Love's mysterious work is done;
Greet we now the' atoning Son;
Heal'd and quicken'd by his blood,
Join'd to Christ, and one with God.
3 Him by faith we taste below,
Mightier joys ordain'd to know;
When his utmost grace we prove,
Rise to heaven by perfect love.

112 Eternal praises to the Most High.
THEE to laud in songs divine
Angels in thy presence join:
We with them our voices raise,
Echo thine eternal praise.
2 Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Live, by heaven and earth adored:
Thus, with them, we ever cry,
Glory be to God most high!

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with Him.

HRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

CHRI

Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens,-and earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,-
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,--
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Follow our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

WHEN on Sinai's top I see

God descend, in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would forever stay,Weep and gaze my soul away; Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary.

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J. HUSBAND

- self from me, Ah! whither shall I

go?

Ah! whith - er shall I

go?

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FA

Unwearied earnestness.

ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee;
No other help I know:

If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?

2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour, to secure
My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;

And all my wants thou wouldst relieve, In this accepted hour.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:

O let me now receive that gift,-
My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,

Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice, Could I but see thy face;

Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice, And taste thy pard'ning grace.

WH

Though but a single day?

This hour may fix our final doom,
Though strong, and young, and gay.

2 The present we should now redeem;
This only is our own;

The past, alas! is all a dream;
The future is unknown.

3 0, think what vast concerns depend
Upon a moment's space,

When life and all its cares shall end
In vengeance or in grace!

4 O for that power which melts the heart, And lifts the soul on high,

Where sin, and grief, and death depart,
And pleasures never die.

5 There we with ecstasy shall fall
Before Immanuel's feet;
And hail him as our All in all

In happiness complete.

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W

THEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I view my Maker face to face,—
O how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:-

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,—
O how shall I appear?

4 O may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;
And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal wo prevent.

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late:

And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

3 And why, great God, are we thus spared, Ungrateful as we are?

O make thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries,-Forbear!

4 O turn us, turn us, blessed Lord,
By thine almighty grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And ever seek thy face.

5 Hear thou our prayers, and grant us aid Bid wars forever cease:

Heal every breach that sin has made,
And bless our land with peace.

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JESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
Display thy saving power;

Thy mercy let the sinner find,
And know his gracious hour.

2 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, And crucified afresh,

Touch with thine all-victorious blood,
And turn the stone to flesh.

3 Open their eyes thy cross to see,-
Their ears, to hear thy cries:
Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee;
For thee he weeps and dies.

4 All the day long he meekly stands,
His rebels to receive;

And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live.

5 Turn, and your sins of deepest dye He will with blood efface;

E'en now he waits the blood to' apply;Be saved, be saved by grace.