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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 thineWhile like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
P. M. 321.
Salvation is of Grace.
Merits everlasting pain;
Has redeemed the world again.
Shall in life, through Jesus reign.
Ask, “O why such love to me?"
Of the Saviour's family:
Thanks, eternal thanks to thee!
And shall never, never cease;.
Make me walk in
And my soul returns to thee;
Manifest itself in me; Through thy Spirit,
Give the final victory! 5 When the angel sounds the trumpet; When
soul and body join;
Bright in majesty divine;
L. M. 322. Redemption by Christ alone. 1 Pet. i. 18, 10.
NSLAV'D by sin, and bound in chains
Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doom'd to everlasting pains,
We wretched guilty captives lay.
Nor the whole world's collected store
A thousand worlds were all too poor.
An all-sufficient ransom paid:
Beneath avenging justice fell.
O may our grateful hearts adore
S. TRUE FAITH ACCOMPANIED BY A BOLT LITE 323.
(305.) C. M.
A living faith necessary. • MISTAKEN souls, that dream of hearing
And make their einpty 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;
To Christ the living Head:-
A faith that works by love;
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
P. M. 324. The unsearchable Love of Christ. Ephies
iii. 17-19. - O LOVE divine, how sweet thou
All taken up by Thee!
The love of Christ to me.
The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depth to see, They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, and breadth, and heighta
S O that I could for ever sit,
Be this my happy choice,
To hear the Bridegroom's voice. * O that I could with favour'd John Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast!
My everlasting rest.
P. M. 325.
Miracle of Grace. Luke xix. 10 ! НА
AIL! my ever blessed Jesus,
Only thee I wish to sing;
Thou my prophet, priest, and king. 2 0! what mercy flows from heaven,
0, what joy and happiness! Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Till my Saviour pass'd this way. 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness;
I'm a miracle of grace,
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
God's free grace and boundless love 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him, Filld my soul with jov and peace;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
P. M. 326. Excellency of Christ. Isaiah XXXV. 2 O COULD I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
In notes almost divine.
Of sin and wrath divine;
My soul shall ever shine.
Exalted on his throne:
Make all his glories known.
And I shall see his face:
C. M. 327. Praise for the Fountain opened. Zecho
xiii. 1. 1
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;