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3 Thy blood, dear Jesus-thine alone,
Hath sovereign virtue to atone :-
Here will we rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God, to thee.

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1 NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,

Olmutz. Haverhill.

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

Af 3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

f 5 Believing, we rejoice

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To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

L. M.

Death and Resurrection of Christ.

Uxbridge.

P 1 HE dies!-the Friend of sinners dies!

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Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies!

A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Ye saints, approach!—the anguish view
Of him who groans beneath your load;
He gives his precious life for you,

For you he sheds his precious blood.
3 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!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains!
6 Say, "Live forever, glorious King,

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Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask-" O death, where is thy sting! And where thy victory, boasting grave!"

C. M. Warwick. Brattle Street.

Sufficiency of the Atonement.

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;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Are saved, to sin no more.

4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

5 And when this feeble, staminering tongue
Lies silent in the grave-

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Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.

78.

Christ the Rock of Ages.

1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of fear and sin the cure;
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone :
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

Turin.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

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Christ the Physician of the Soul.

1 DEEP are the wounds which sin has made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;

The work exceeds her utmost power.
2 But can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope forever fly?

3 Yes, there's a great physician near;
Look up, my fainting soul, and live!
See, in his heavenly smiles appear
Such help as nature cannot give!
4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow'
'Tis only that dear sacred flood

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Can ease thy pain-and heal thy wo.

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1 WHY droops my soul, with grief oppressed?
Whence these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind physician to be found?

2 Raise to the cross thy tearful eyes;
Behold the Prince of glory dies!
He dies extended on the tree,
And sheds a sovereign balm for thee.

3 Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure, or die;
But grace forbids that painful fear-
Almighty grace, which triumphs here.
4 Thou wilt withdraw the poisoned dart,
Bind up and heal the wounded heart;
With blooming health my face adorn,
And change the gloomy night to morn.

f5 Exult, my soul, with holy joy; Hosannas be thy blest employ, Salvation thine eternal theme,

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And swell the song with Jesus' name.

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Christ the Bread of Life.

1 BEHOLD the gift of God!

Sinners, adore his name,

Who shed for us his precious blood-
Who bore our curse and shame.

2 Behold the living bread

Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead,
That he might ever live.

3 The Lord delights to give ;

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He knows you've nought to buy:
To Jesus haste-this bread receive,
And you shall never die.

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Christ the Sun of Righteousness.
1 WE lift our hearts to thee,
Thou Day-star from on high;
The sun itself is but thy shade,
Yet cheers both earth and sky.
2 Oh let thy rising beams

Dispel the shades of night;
And let the glories of thy love,
Come like the morning light.
3 How beauteous nature now!-
How dark and sad before!
With joy we view the pleasing change,
And nature's God adore.

4 May we this life improve,

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To mourn for errors past;

And live this short revolving day
As if it were our last.

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1.CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,

Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
If thy light is hid from me;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit, then, this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill ine, radiant Sun divine!
Scatter all my unbelief:

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More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

8s & 7s.

Christ the Light of the World.

Sicilian Hymn.

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death!
Rise on us, thyself revealing,

Rise, and chase the clouds beneath.
2 Thou, of life and light Creator!
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scatter all the night of nature,
Pour the day upon our eyes.
3 Still we wait for thine appearing,
Life and joy thy beams impart;
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every meek and contrite heart.
4 Save us, in thy great compassion,
Oh thou Prince of peace and love!
Give the knowledge of salvation,
Fix our hearts on things above.
5 By thine all-sufficient merit,

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Every burdened soul release;
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.

78.

Christ a Refuge.

1 JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly;
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest stil! is high:
All my trust on thee is stayed;
All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

Hotham.

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