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L. M.

Altered by ToPLADY.

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Chrift our Strength.

ET me but hear my Savior fay,
"Strength fhall be equal to thy day;"

Then I rejoice in deep diftrefs,
Leaning on all-fufficient grace.

I glory in infirmity,

That Chrift's own pow'r may rest on me :
When I am weak, then am I ftrong;
Chrift is my fhield, and Grace my fong.

I can do all things, and can bear
All fuff'rings, if my Lord be here:
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains,
While his left hand my head fuftains.
Kindly he brings me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace:
And, when I faint, he o'er my head
The banner of his love will spread.

How fhine thofe hands, which on the tree,
Were nail'd, and torn, and bled, for me!
And glory, like a crown, adorns
Thofe temples once befet with thorns.

Tho once he bow'd his feeble knees,
Loaded with fins and agonies;
Now at his feet the feraphs ftand,
And wait to know his high command.

Jefus, thou everlafting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept thy well-deferv'd renown,
And wear our praifes as thy crown.

190.. Sevens.

BRADFORD'S Col.

The good Shepherd.

JESUS, Shepherd of the theep,

Thou thy flock doft feed and keep;
Sweeteft pafture doft prepare,

Watcheft them with tender care :
Thee the sheep profess and own,
Thee they love, and thee alone;
Thee they follow in the way,
Srangers will they not obey.

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Thou know'ft them, and they know thee,
Thou wilt never from them flee;
They delight to feel thee near,
They rejoice thy voice to hear:
Thou doft call them by their names,
In thy bofom bear the lambs
They protection feek, and reft,
In their Shepherd's loving breaft.
Lord, thy wand'ring fheep behold,
Bring them back into thy fold;
On thy fhoulders bear them home,
Suffer them no more to roam`:
Lead them into paftures green,
Where thy lovely face is feen;
Make them to those fountains go,
Where the living waters flow.

191. C. M.

HIGINBOTHOM.

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O thee, my fhepherd and my Lord,
A grateful fong I'll raife;

O let the meaneft of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.-

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Vain the attempt! what tongue dan speak A fubje&t fo divine!

Do juftice to fo vaft a theme,

And praise a love like thine!

Love, that could bring thy willing feet
From the bleft world on high!
From thy great Father's dear embrace,
To labour, bleed, and die!

My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To this amazing love;

Ten thousand, thoufand comforts here,
And nobler blifs above.

To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With fin and grief opprest :
Thy gentle voice difpels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

Nay, fhould I walk through death's dark vale,
With double horrors spread,

Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps,

And guard my drooping head.

Lead on, dear Shepherd! led by thee

No evil I fhall fear;

Soon I fhall reach thy fold above,

And praise thee better there.

192. S. M.

WATTS'S H.

Chrift our Sacrifice.*

TOT all the blood of beafts
On Jewish altars flain,

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Could give the guilty confcience peace,
Or wash away the ftain..

But Chrift, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our fins away;
A facrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
Whilft like a penitent I ftand,
And there confefs my fin.
My foul looks back to fee
The burden thou didst bear,
When hanging on the curfed tree;
And hopes her guilt was there.
Believing we rejoice,

To fee the curse remove ;

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

193. L. M. WATTS, altered. Chrift our Wifdom, Righteousness &c.

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URY'D in fhadows of the night We lie. 'till Jefus gives us light: Wifdom defcends to heal the blind,, And chace the darkness of the mind.

* See also 425.

Our guilty fouls are drown'd in tears,
'Till the atoning blood appears :
Then we awake from deep diftress,
And fing the Lord our righteousness.
Jefus beholds where fatan reigns,
Binding his flaves in heavy chains:
Grace fets the pris'ners free and breaks
The iron bondage from their necks.
Poor helpless worms in Chrift poffefs
Wisdom, and pow'r and righteousness:
Thou art our mighty All; may we
Give our whole felves, O Lord, to thee !

194. S. M. HART.

Offices and Character of Chrift.

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NHRIST is th' eternal Rock,
On which his church is built;
The Shepherd of his little flock;

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The Lamb that took our guilt;

Our Counsellor; our Guide;
Our Brother, and our Friend;

The Bridegroom of his chofen bride,

Who loves her to the end.

He is the Son to free ;
The Bishop he to bless;
The full Propitiation he;

The Lord our Righteousness;
His body's glorious Head;
Our Advocate that pleads;

Our Prieft that pray'd, aton'd and bled,

And ever intercedes.

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