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ST. BRIDES. S. M.

Dr. HOWARD.

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dies,

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mine eyes.

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Sa-viour's name.

Sel. 277.

(Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. Sing of his dying love,

Sing of his rising power; Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sins He bore.

NOT all the blood of beasts

[H. 89.

On Jewish altars slain, 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. 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.

5. Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

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

(Stanza 1 in Music, 6 omitted.) 2. O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

3. 'Tis He forgives thy sins,

'Tis He relieves thy pain,
'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4. He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

5. He fills the poor with good;

He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th' oppress'd.

Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.

4. Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne; Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.

5. To our Redeemer God,

Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.

Sel. 283.

WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?

"Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole:
The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

2. Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years:
And all that life is love.
There is a death whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang

Around "the second death!"

3. Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banish'd from thy face,
And evermore undone.
Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.

Angels with wonder see; Be thou astonish'd, O my soul, He shed those tears for thee. 3. He wept that we might weep; Each sin demands a tear: In heaven alone no sin is found, And there's no weeping there.

Sel. 285.

AF

H! how shall fallen man

[H. 49.

Be just before his God?
If He contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2. If He our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults,
A just excuse devise?

3. All-seeing, powerful God,

Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4. The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.

5. Ah! how shall guilty man,

Contend with such a God?

None, none can meet Him and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.