Imatges de pÓgina

Our guilty conscience needs

No sacrifice beside:
His precious blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 O thou almighty Lord,

Our Conqueror, and our King;
Thy sceptre and thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing :
Thine is the power-oh make us sit
In willing bonds beneath thy feet.

C. M.

Litchfield. Corinth. 91

Christ a Merciful High Priest.
WITH joy we meditate the grace

of our fligh Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,

For he has felt the same.
3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh

What every meinber bears.
4 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and his power;
mf We shall obtain delivering grace

In each distressing hour.

C. M. Medford. Marlow, 92

Christ our Intercessor.
JESUS, by his own precious blood,

Ascends above the skies;
And, in the presence of our God,

Shows his own sacrifice.
2 Jesus is king -behold him reign

On Zion's heavenly hill:
He seems the Lamb that had been slain,

And wears his priesthood still.
3 He ever lives to intercede,

By virtue of his blood;
And ceases not for all to plead,

Who come by him to God.

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L. M.

Rothwell. Shoel. 93

Peace and Hope through Christ's Intercession.
HE lives--the great Redeemer lives !
What joy the blest assurance gives !
And now, before his Father God,
He pleads the merit of his blood.
2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice armed with frowns appears ;
But in the Saviour's lovely face,

1 Sweet mercy smiles--and all is peace! f 3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts

Above our fears-above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;

guilt recedes-and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart-
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend !
On thee our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For thou dost plead, and must prevail.

S. M.

Dover. Pentonville. 94

Christ's Exaltation and Intercession.
JESUS, the conqueror, reigns,

In glorious strength arrayed;
His kingdom over all maintains,

And bids the earth be glad.
2 Ye ns of men, rejoice

In Jesus' mighty love:
Lift up your heart-lift up your voice,

To him who rules above.
3 Extol his kingly power,

Adore th' exalted Son,
Who died, but lives, to die no more,

High on his father's throne.
4 Our advocate with God,

He undertakes our cause,
And spreads through all the earth abroad
The victory of his cross.
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Sicilian Hynin.
JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory,

There forever to abide;


All the heavenly host adore thee,

Seated at thy Father's side.
2 There for sinners thou art pleading-

There thou dost our place prepare ;
Thou for us art interceding,

Till in glory we appear.
3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive :
Loudest praises, without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give.
4 Help, ye bright, angelic spirits !

Bring your loudest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

L. M.

Dan vers. Alfretou, 96

Christ a living and almighty Saviour.
THE Saviour lives, no more to die:
He lives, the Lord enthroned on high:
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave :
He lives, eternally to save!
2 He lives, to still his servants' fears :
He lives, to wipe away their tears :
He lives, their mansions to prepare :
He lives, to bring them safely there!
3 Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears :
With cheerful hope your hearts revive,
For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive!
4 His saints he loves--and never leaves;
The contrite sinner he receives :
Abundant grace will he afford,
Till all are present with the Lord !

C. M.

Patmos. Oakland. 97

God reconciled in Christ. P

DEAREST of all the names above,

My Saviour, and my God,
Who can resist thy heavenly love,

Or trifle with thy blood ?
2 'Tis by the merits of thy death,

The Father smiles again;
'Tis by thine interceding breath,

The Spirit dwells with men.

3 Till God in human form I see,

My thoughts no comfort find :
The holy, just, and sacred Three

Are terror to my mind.
4 But if Immanuel's face appear,

My hope, my joy begins :
His name forbids my slavish fear,

His grace removes my sins.
5 While Jews on their own law rely,

And Greeks of wisdom hoast,
I love the incarnate mystery,
And there I fix my trust.

C. M.

Stamford. Nottingham. 98

Access to God by a Mediator,
COME, let us lift our joyful eyes

Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there

Upon a throne of love.
2 Come, let us bow before his feet,

And venture near the Lord ;
No fiery cheruh guards his seat,

Nor double-flaming sword.
3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss

Are opened by the Son ;
f High let us raise our notes of praise,

And reach th' almighty throne.
4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,

Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King
Who lays his anger by.
C. M.

Grafton. Barby. 99

Miracles of Christ.
JESUS, and didst thou condescend,

When vailed in human clay,
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind,

And drive disease away?
2 Didst thou regard the beggar's cry,

And give the blind to see?
Jesus, thou Son of David, hear

Have mercy, too, on me!
3 And didst thou pity mortal wo,

And sight and health restore!
Oh pity, Lord, and save my soul,

Which needs thy mercy more!

4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise,

When sinking in the wave?--
I perish, Lord !-oh, save my soul !
For thou alone canst save.
L. M.

Uxbridge. 100

Divinity of Christ proved by his Miracles.
BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive!
Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
2 Thus doth th’ Eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross. р

3 He dies !-the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears a God;
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed-no more to die.
4 Hence, and forever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

L. M. 101

Medway. Bath.
Christ a Pattern for his Followers.
MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word ;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth—and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love—and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern-make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name

Ainong the followers of the Lamb. 102

C. M. Nottingham. Litchfield. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine !

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