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90. C. M. BROWN.
' "11 Another... to mi hai
ľ ini OW shall
. I dare approach the Lord, And bow before his throne?' Or how procure his kind regard,
And for'my guilt atone ?
Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?
And make my God, my Friend?
Would these his favor buy ? : Or oil, that should for holy fire,
Ten thousand freams supply?
With trembling hands and bleeding heart
Should I my offspring flay ;
Or purge my guilt away?
Such victims bleed in vain;
Such favor can obtain.
None, but a dying Savior's blood,
Can all thy guilt remove :
And fing redeeming love.
gi: L.M. Sreele. :: Life and Safety in Cbrift alone.
HOU only Sov'reign of my heart, And can my soul from thee depart,
On wbom alone my hopes depend ? Whither, ah! whither all I go,
- " A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of fin and woe
One glimpse of happinefs'afford? Eternal life thy words inipart, 1. tit Duits
On these my fainting fpirit lives jours Here sweeter comforts cheer my benytzł!
Than all the round of hiature gives Let earth's alluring joys'combine, CHI
While thou art near, in vain they call; One imile, one blissful smile of thine;'
My deareft Lordouf weighs them all. Thy name my inmoft pow'rs ädore, IT
l'hou art my life my joy my care: Depart from thee-'tis death, 'tis more!
"Tis endlefs ruin, deep despair! te Low at 'thy feet my soul would lie, Here safety dwells
, and peace divine ; Still let me live beneath thine
92. C. M. Warts's H.
The Robe of Righteousness.
WAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice,
Aloud will I rejoice.
<And made salvation mine ; Upon a poor polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.
Should on my soul be found,
And caft it all around,
How far the heavinly robe exceeds,
How white the garments are !
And hope, and ev'ry grace;
The robe of righteousness. Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three ! Io sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy pow'rs agree.
93. C. M. TOPLADY'S Col.?
JESUS, my Life, thyself apply,
Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe : My vile affections crucify,
Conform me to thy death.'
Thy work in me revive :
i More of thy life I wish to have, maar
And thirst for frelh supplies : Bury me, Savior, in thy grave,
That I with thee may rise.
Rule in me, Lord; thy foes controul,
Which would not own thy fway : Diffuse thy likeness through my soul,
Shine to the perfect day.
O save me from the pow'r of fin,
And seal me thine abode ; Thine Image stamp, and make me shine
A temple meet for God.
My inward holiness thou art,
Almighty to refine ;
"Till all my heart is thine ;
94. S. M, MORTON's Col.,
Christ doth their pow'r controul;, His wisdom, love and truth engagę,
Protection for the foul.
But shall prevaif at length;
Their righteousness, and strength."'?
Will put their foes to flight--:
95. S. M. WATTS'S H.
Our Savior and our K
Their humble praises bring.
His counsel and his care,
And ev'ry hurtful fnare.
Unblemith'd and complete,
With joys dírively great.