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HYMN 467. L. M. [b]
A View of the Cross.
1 WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spread o'er his body on the tree;
And all the globe is dead to me.
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
C. M. [b]
HYMN 468. C. M.
1 O God, accept the sacred hour
2 Still let us hold, till life departs,
3 His true disciples may we live,
4 And oft along life's dangerous way,
HYMN 469. L. M. [b]
Not ashamed of Christ crucified.
1 AT thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds every guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love,
And trusts for life in One who died ; We hope for heavenly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.
3 Let the vain world pronounce it shame, And heap their scandals on the cause; We come to boast our Saviour's name, And make our triumphs in his cross.
4 With joy we tell the scoffing age,
He that was dead has left his tomb;
S. M. [#]
Communion with God and Christ.
1 My heavenly Father calls,
2 God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
And wise to guide my way. 3 Jesus, my living Head,
I bless thy faithful care;
4 Here fix my roving heart;
Here wait my warmest love,
HYMN 471. L. M. [#]
1 AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes,
3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
HYMN 472. L. M. [b]
This do in Remembrance of me.
1 EAT, drink, in memory of your Friend:
2 Yes, we'll record thy matchless love,
Thou kindest, tenderest, best of friends: Thy dying ove the noblest praise
Our hearts can offer thee transcends.
3 'Tis pleasure more than earth can give
HYMN 473. S. M. [#]
1 LET party names no more
The Christian world o'erspread;
2 Among the saints on earth
And only kindness known;
4 Thus will the church below
Where springs of purest pleasure rise,
HYMN 474. C. M. [b]
1 DIDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
2 Inspire my soul with life divine, And make me truly bold;
Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine,
3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,