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C. P. M.
The Excellency of Christ.
1 OH! could I speak the matchless worth,Oh! could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine;
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
2 I'd sing the characters he bears, And all the forms of love he wears Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
Then, with my Saviour, brother, friend,
Christ, the living Fountain.
1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Till all the ransomed church of God
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
Sun of Righteousness.
1 RISE, glorious Sun! supremely bright,
Scatter the shades of gloomy night,
2 With healing in thy wings, arise
Oh! pour thy glories from the skies,
3 Though thorns and briers, pits and snares, Beset the path I go,
One ray of thine dispels my fears,
Christ, suffering for our Sins.
1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wanderings laid,
3 How glorious was the grace,
When Christ sustained the stroke!
4 But God shall raise his head,
O'er all the sons of men,
And make him see a numerous seed
5 "I'll give him," saith the Lord,
The Teaching of Jesus.
1 HOW sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace,
While listening thousands gathered round, And joy and reverence filled the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his foll'wers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day.
3 Come, wanderers! to my Father's home,
4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
1 TO God, the only-wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
Unblemished and complete,
With joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne;
Wisdom, with power, belongs;
Love of Christ.
1 I WAS a traitor doomed to die, Bound to endure eternal pains;
When Jesus saw me from on high,
Was moved by love, and broke my chains.
2 Did melting pity stoop so low,
The Lord from heaven pour out his blood,
3 Infinite mercy! boundless love!
Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies!
The Light of the World.
1 HOW heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
2 Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven:
3 Unholy and impure
Are all our thoughts and ways;
4 The powers of hell agree
5 Lord! we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God;
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
Sun of Righteousness.
1 CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,-
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Praise to the Redeemer.
1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and-Oh! amazing love!-
3 Down from the shining seats above,
4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
5 Angels! assist our mighty joys;
Pearl of great Price.
1 YE glittering toys of earth! adieu ;A nobler choice be mine;
A real prize attracts my view,—