Encouraged by thy holy word-
A feeble child of dust:

I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea,

And 'tis enough-the Saviour died,
The Saviour died for me.

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,
My hope within the vail;

From strife of tongues and bitter words,
My spirit flies to thee:
Joy to my heart the thought affords-
My Saviour died for me.

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne,
When mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn,
A body racked with pain-
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest,
Bid every murmur flee—

But this the witness in my breast
That Jesus died for me?

4 And when thy awful voice commands.
This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away-

Then, though it be in accents weak,

My voice shall call on thee,

And ask for strength in death to speak

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My Saviour died for me."

Christ's voluntary Sacrifice.

HOW condescending and how kind

Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 When justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,

He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne:

Raffles.

C. M.

There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.

4 This was compassion like a God-
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor lets his saints forget.

6 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;

And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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Praise to the Redeemer.

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,

wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw-and oh, amazing love!
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains..

5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

6 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

Watts.

C. M.

Watts.

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The Redeemer's Commission.

OME, happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious songs;

Come, render to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed
With a revenging rod;

No hard commission to perform-
The vengeance of a God.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.

5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offered grace;

We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

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Gratitude.

HE Lord of life, the Saviour, dies,
For mortal crimes a sacrifice:
What love, what mercy-how divine!
Jesus, and can I call thee mine?
2 Be all my heart and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour's praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
3 Let humble, penitential wo,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy to every heart.

C. M.

Watts.

L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

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AJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

3 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have:

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

4 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

5 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

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Condescension of Christ.

ND did the Holy and the Just,

1 Α

The sovereign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty man might rise?

2 Yes-the Redeemer left his throne-
His radiant throne on high-
Surprising mercy!-love unknown!
To suffer-bleed-and die.

3 Jesus, my soul adoring bends
To love so full, so free;

And may I hope that love extends
Its saving power to me?

4 What glad returns can I impart
For favors so divine?

Oh take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it wholly thine.

C. M.

Stennett.

C. M.

Mrs. Steele.

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Christ's Resurrection and Ascension.
NGELS, roll the rock away;
Death, yield up thy mighty prey:
See, he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
2 'Tis the Saviour! angels, raise
Your eternal songs of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th' incarnate God.

4 Heaven unfolds its portals wide!
Glorious conqueror, through them ride;
King of Glory, mount the throne-
Boundless empire is thy own.

5 Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs;
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres;
Shout, O earth, in rapturous songs,
From ten thousand thousand tongues.

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3

The Resurrection of Christ.

YES, the Redeemer rose;

YES

The Saviour left the dead;

And o'er our hellish foes

High raised his conquering head;
In wild dismay the guards around
Fall to the ground, and sink away.

Lo, the angelic bands

In full assembly meet,

To wait his high commands,

And worship at his feet;

Joyful they come, and wing their way
From realms of day, to Jesus' tomb.

Then back to heaven they fly,
The joyful news to bear:
Hark, as they soar on high,

What music fills the air!

Their anthems say, "Jesus, who bled,
Has left the dead; he rose to-day."