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3 In burning sands, and thirsty ground,

He like a river shall be found;
Or lofty rock, beneath whose shade

The weary traveller rests his head.
4 The dimness gone, eyes

His glory, grace, and majesty;
All ears shall hearken, and obtain
The words of life from Christ the Lamb.



HYMN 184. L. M. [#]

Jacob's Star. 1 BEHOLD the long-expected Light !

'Tis Jacob's Star, and Jesse's Root; The sun itself is not so bright,

Nor bears a tree such heavenly fruit. 2 With spreading glories, lo, he comes,

And gloomy darkness flies apace :
He's brighter than ten thousand suns,

With beams of mercy in his face.
3 Sin, now condemned, shall cease to be,

The righteous Judge shall bear the sway, Shall set our race from bondage free,

And take all guilt and wo away. 4 Roll on, thou glorious Star of light,

Display thy matchless grace abroad,
And chase the darkness of our night,
And bring the natious home to God.



HYMN 185 L. M. [6]

Death of Christ. 1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies !

Lo, Salem's daughters weep around, A solemn darkness veils the skies,

A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree;

The Lord of glory dies for men ; But, lo, what sudden joys we see,

Jesus, the dead, revives again! 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and say,

How high your great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he rose to endless day,

And led the tyrant Death in chains : 4 Say, Live forever, glorious King,

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting,

And, Where's thy victory, boasting grave?

HYMN 186. C. M. [6]

Sufferings and Death of Christ.
1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed ?

And did my Jesus die ?
Would he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the great Redeemer, died

To save a world from sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my eyes in tears.
5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe ;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do,

HYMN 187. C. M. [6]

Christ's Death and Exaltation. 1 Ye humble souls, who seek the Lord, Chase all your


And bow with transport down to see

The place where Jesus lay. 2 His life for us he freely gave,

Such wonders love can do :
Thus cold in death that bosom lay,

Which throbbed and bled for you. 3 A moment give your hearts to grief,

And mourn your Saviour slain ;

Then dry your tears, and tune your songs,

The Saviour lives again! 4 With cheerful hope may every saint

The vale of death survey : Then rise with his ascending Lord

To realms of endless day.

HYMN 188. L. M. [#or b]

Where Jesus bled.

1 FROM tribulation's gloomy vale,

Where Jesus bowed, where Jesus bled, The suffering, conquering Lamb of God

Shall lift on high his glorious head. 2 For rebel man the Saviour died ;

For man he burst the rocky tomb,
And oped by death a door of hope,

That enters on the world to come.
3 The bow, the sword, the sting of death,

Christ Jesus' death has turned away;
And Achor's vale, this vale of tears,

Now beams with everlasting day.

HYMN 189. C. M. [6]

Fountain opened.
1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day:

O may I there, though vile as he,

Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed of our God

Be saved, to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream,

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save.

HYMN 190. C. M. [b or #]

Riches of the Cross. 1 With strange-surprise the cross I view,

Where Jesus for me died,
And ask myself, If this be true,

What can I want beside ?
2 Give me the victories of that cross,

My soul shall ask no more ;
I count all other things but dross,

And this my heavenly store.
3 Riches on earth take wings and fly,

And earthly honours fade :
I have my treasures placed on high ;

The cross my honour made.

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