Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine-
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice
And sing his bleeding love.

321.

1

P. M.

Salvation is of Grace.

EVERY fallen soul, by sinning,
Merits everlasting pain;

But thy love without beginning,
Has redeemed the world again.
Countless millions

Shall in life, through Jesus reign.

2 Pause, my soul, adore and wonder!
Ask, "O why such love to me?"
Grace hath put me in the number
Of the Saviour's family:

Hallelujah!

Thanks, eternal thanks to thee!

S Since that love had no beginning,
And shall never, never cease;

Keep, O keep me, Lord, from sinning!
Guide me in the way of peace!

Make me walk in

All the paths of holiness.

4 When I quit this feeble mansion,
And my soul returns to thee;
Let the power of thy ascension
Manifest itself in me;
Through thy Spirit,

Give the final victory!

5 When the angel sounds the trumpet;
When my soul and body join;

When my Saviour comes to judgment,
Bright in majesty divine;

Let me triumph

In thy righteousness as mine.

L. M.

322. Redemption by Christ alone. I Pet. i. 18, 10, 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 gold nor gems could buy our peace;
Nor the whole world's collected store
Suffice to purchase our release;

A thousand worlds were all too poor.

S Jesus, the Lord, the mighty God,
An all-sufficient ransom paid:
Invalu'd price! his precious blood
For vile rebellious traitors shed.

4 Jesus the sacrifice became
To rescue guilty souls from hell:
The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb,
Beneath avenging justice fell.

5 Amazing goodness! love divine!
O may our grateful hearts adore
The matchless grace; nor yield to sin,
Nor wear its cruel fetters more!

3. TRUE FAITH ACCOMPANIED BY A HOLY LIFE.

323.

(305.) C. M.

A living faith necessary.
MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heav'n,
And make their empty boast

Of inward joys and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust!

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ the living Head:-

BA faith that changes all the heart;
A faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 Faith must obey our Father's will,
As well as trust his

grace:

A pard'ning God requires us still
To perfect holiness.

4. ADDRESSES TO CHRIST, AND GRATITUDE FOR REDEEMING LOVE.

P. M.

324. The unsearchable Love of Christ. Ephes

iii. 17-19.

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by Thee!

I thirst, and faint, and die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

Stronger his love than death or hells
Its riches are unsearchable;

The first-born sons of light

Desire in vain its depth to see,
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.

3 O that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice,

My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.

40 that I could with favour'd John
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast! From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in Thee My everlasting rest.

325.

P. M.

Miracle of Grace. Luke xix. 19

HAIL! my ever blessed Jesus,
Only thee I wish to sing;

To my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my prophet, priest, and king.

2 O! what mercy flows from heaven,
O, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace,

3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd this way.

4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
Whilst astonish'd, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love.

6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace;

Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

P. M.

326. Excellency of Christ. Isaiah xxxv. 2 10 COULD I speak the matchless worth,

O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine,

I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.

? I'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin and wrath divine;

I'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories known.

4 Well, the delightful day will come,
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:

Then with my Saviour, brother, friend,
A blest eternity I'll spend

Triumphant in his grace.

C. M.

327. Praise for the Fountain opened. Zech.

xiii. 1.

1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood

Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

? The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;