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Our guilty conscience needs
No sacrifice beside :
Our Conqueror, and our King ;
Thy reigning grace we sing:
Litchfield. Corinth. 91
Christ a Merciful High Priest.
Of our ligh Priest above;
His bowels melt with love.
He knows our feeble frame;
For he has felt the same.
Poured out his cries and tears,
What every member bears.
His mercy and his power;
In each distressing hour.
Medford. Marlow. 92
Christ our Intercessor.
Ascends above the skies,
Shows his own sacrifice.
On Zion's heavenly hill:
And wears his priesthood still.
By virtue of his blood;
Who come by him to God.
What joy the blest assurance gives!
He pleads the merits of his blood.
And justice armed with frowns appears ;
Sweet mercy smiles and all is peace !
Above our fears-above our faults,
And guilt recedes—and terror dies.
When sin and Satan join their power,
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
On thee our humble hopes depend;
Christ's Exaltation and Intercession,
In glorious strength arrayed ;
And bids the earth be glad.
In Jesus' mighty love:
To him who rules above.
Adore th' exalted Son,
High on his Father's throne.
He undertakes our cause,
The victory of his cross.
Sicilian Hymn. 1 JESUS, hail! enthroned in glory,
There forever to abide;
88 & 78.
All the heavenly host adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side.
There thou dost our place prepare ;
Till in glory we appear.
Thou art worthy to receive:
Meet it is for us to give.
Bring your loudest, noblest lays;
Danvers. Alfreton 96
Christ a living and almighty Saviour.
He lives, the Lord enthroned on high:
He lives, eternally to save!
He lives, to wipe away their tears :
He lives, to bring them safely there!
Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears':
For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive
The contrite sinner he receives :
Till all are present with the Lord ! 97
My Saviour, and my God,
Or trifle with thy blood?
The Father smiles again;
The Spirit dwells with men.
3 Till God in human form I see,
My thoughts no confort find:
Are terror to my inind.
My hope, my joy begins :
His grace removes my sins.
And Greeks of wisdom boast,
Up to the courts above,
Upon a throne of love.
And venture near the Lord;
Nor double-flaming sword.
Are opened by the Son;
And reach th' almighty throne.
Great Advocate on high;
When vailed in human clay,
And drive disease away?
And give the blind to see ?
Have mercy, too, on me!
And sight and health restore?-
Which needs thy mercy more!
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4 Didst thou thy trembling servant raise,
When sinking in the wave?
For thou alone canst save. 100
Behold, the dead awake and live!
Leap like the hart, and bless his name.
And seal the mission of the Son;
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
He rises, and appears a God;
No more to bleed-no more to die.
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
Which bear credentials so divine. 101
I read my duty in thy word;
Drawn out in living characters.
Such deference to thy Father's will,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer:
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
More of thy gracious image here;
Among the followers of the Lamb. 102
Nottingham. Litchfield. 1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine !