That leads to bliss beyond the sky,
"Behold the Lamb of God!"
5 Source of all comfort to the soul
Oppress'd with sin's great load;
Our joy in sorrow, life in death,
"Behold the Lamb of God!"
6 The song of ransom'd hosts above,
Who in their blest abode,
Pronounce his praise, and cry aloud,
"Behold the Lamb of God!"
C. M. The Pearl of great price. Matt. xiii. 45, 46.
1 YE glitt'ring toys of earth adieu!
We make a nobler choice;
The Saviour's love attracts our view,
In him our souls rejoice.
2 Begone, unworthy of our care,
Ye specious baits of sense:
Inestimable worth is here,
The Pearl of price immense.
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet!
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet.
4 Should both the Indies, at our call,
Their boasted stores resign,
For thee we would renounce them all,
Thy glories are divine.
5 Though earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of Jesus' love possess'd,
His grace and presence joys impart,
Which make us ever bless'd.
7s. The Refuge of the guilty. Isa. xxxii. 2. Psa. xci. 1, 2.
1 JESUS, lover of our souls,
We to thee for safety fly;
While the ocean round us rolls,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide us, O our Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive our souls at last.
2 Other refuge have we none,
All our hopes depend on thee;
Leave, ah! leave us not alone,
Still our strength and comfort be.
All our trust on thee is stay'd,
All our help from thee we bring:
Cover each defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all we want,
Ev'ry good in thee we find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
We are all unrighteousness;
We are full of sin and shame,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all our sim:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep us pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let us take of thee;
Spring thou up in ev'ry heart,
Rise to all eternity.
L. M. The Hiding place. Psa. xxxii. 7. Isa. xxxii. 2.
1 HAIL, SOVʼreign love! that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man ;
Praise, to that free, eternal grace,
Which gave to us a "hiding-place."
2 Against the God who rules the sky,
We sinn'd with hands uplifted high;
Expos'd to wrath we stood, a race
Undone without a "hiding-place."
3 When first our guilt and need we saw,
We fled for safety to the law;
But there our trembling souls could trace
No semblance of a "hiding-place."
4 Sinai's dread thunders round us roll'd,
And threaten'd us with woes untold;
Till in the Saviour's righteousness
At length we found a "hiding-place."
5 On him secure our hearts rely;
When God in judgment passes by,
He owns his well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our "hiding-place."
6 Arise, ye saints, and grateful sing;
To Christ your noblest tribute bring;
Extol the glories of his grace,
Who made himself your "hiding-place."
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112th. Christ all in all. Col. iii. 11.
1 JESUS! thou source of calm repose,
All fulness dwells in thee, divine;
Our strength to quell the proudest foes,
Our light-in deepest gloom to shine;
Thou art our fortress, strength, and tow'r,
Our trust, and portion evermore.
2 Jesus, our comforter thou art,
Our rest in toil, our ease in pain;
The balm to heal each broken heart,
In storms our peace, in loss our gain;
Our joy beneath the worldling's frown,
In shame our glory and our crown.
3 In want, our plentiful supply;
In weakness, our almighty pow'r ;
In bonds, our perfect liberty;
Our refuge in temptation's hour;
Our comfort, midst all grief and thrall;
Our life in death;-our all in all.
SECTION SIXTH.-ASCRIPTIONS OF PRAISE TO HIM.
7s. Praise to Christ. Psalm xcv. 1-3.
1 BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ, our joy and
peace:
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right-hand in heav'n.
2 Saviour! at thy throne we bow;
Thou art Lord, and only thou:
Thou, the woman's promis'd seed,
Glory of thy church, and Head.
3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King:
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.
4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church, and we
Worship in their company.
5 We, thy ransom'd flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore:
Ever to us shew thy love,
Till we join thy church above.
S. M. Saints exhorted to joy and praise. Psalm xxxiii, 1.
AWAKE, and sing the song
Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.
Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children come :"
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his pilgrims home.
Then shall each raptur'd tongue,
His nobler praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
C. M. The love of Christ unsearchable.
1 To our Redeemer's glorious name,
Awake the sacred song!
O may his love, immortal flame!
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
2 His love what mortal thought can reach ; What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;
Jesus be our supreme delight,
His praise our best employ.
4 Jesus resign'd his throne on high,
He left the realms of bliss,
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