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Guides me with His arm of love,
“He has washed me in His blood,
THE LAMB OF GOD. “Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” -1 Peter ii. 24.
JESUS, thou spotless Lamb,
My sins on thee were laid ; With fearful weight they crushed and bowed
Thy self-devoted hcad.
They caused Thy bloody sweat,
In dread Gethsemane; And forced the cry “My God, my God,
Hast Thou forsaken me?"
The fountain of Thy blood,
Has washed my guilt away ;
Is now my bright array.
Ciothed in this glorious dress,
The Father looks with love; In this poor heart Thy Spirit dwells
That bright celestial dove.
Unspotted may I keep
This robe from sin's dark stain ; Living to righteousness alone,
As dead, yet risen again,
Still longing for the day,
Saviour, when Thou shalt come,
To her eternal home.
“And when He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before ther, and the sheep follow Him : for they know His voice.”—John X. 4.
JESUS, keep us near to Thee,
Ever dwelling at Thy side,
Quiet, happy, satisfied.
We are foolish, silly sheep,
Far from Thee we often stray;
When we leave the narrow way.
But whene'er we lose the track,
Saviour let us learn of Thee,
Meekly bearing every cross,
Counting all things else but dross,
THE DAILY PORTION.
“As thy days, so shall thy strength be."-Deut. xxxiii. 25.
WHEN the deep waves of trouble roll
When all the future seems to wear
When at the dawn of opening day,
And if around thy aged head,