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3. When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;

Still He calls them "Brethren--friends,"
And to all their wants attends.

4. O, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We alas! forget too often

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What a Friend we have above;

But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

H. M.

1. COME, every pious heart,

That loves the Saviour's name!
Your noblest powers exert

To celebrate His fame;

Tell all above, and all below,
The debt of love to Him you owe.

2. He left His starry crown,

And laid His robes aside;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died:

What He endured, no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.

NEWTON.

3. From the dark grave He rose-
The mansion of the dead;
And thence His mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour-God.

4. From thence He 'll quickly come-
His chariot will not stay-

And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day:

There shall we see His lovely face,
And ever be in His embrace.

STENNETT.

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1. YE dying sons of men-
Immerged in sin and woe,
The Gospel's voice attend,

While Jesus sends to you;
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2. No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready; sinners, come;
For every trembling soul there's room.
3. Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful is His name.
Backsliding souls, return and come;
Cast off despair; there yet is room.
4. Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering sheep, draw near;
Christ calls you from above;
His charming accents hear;
Let whosoever will now come :
In mercy's breast there still is room.

H. M.

1. JESUS, at Thy command,
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all asleep.

For Thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with Thee and Thine.
2. Thou art my pilot-wise,

My compass is Thy word:
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord;

I'll trust Thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.

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BODEN.

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3. Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ will safely keep,

And guide me with His eye:
My anchor-hope, will firm abide,
And ev'ry boist'rous storm outride.
4. Whene'er becalm'd I lie,

And storms forbear to toss,
Be Thou, dear Lord, stil nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.
5. By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast!

O may I reach the heavenly shore

Where winds and waves disturb no more.

H. M.

TOPLADY.

1. ARISE, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on His hands.

2. He ever lives above,

For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;

His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3. My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child-
I can no longer fear;

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me "Thou art born of God."

C. WESLEY.

670.

671.

H. M.

1. My Shepherd's name is Love-
Jehovah, God above;

Where tender herbage grows,
And peaceful water flows,
He gently leads, He kindly feeds,
And lulls me then to sweet repose.
2. If e'er I heedless stray,

He shows my feet the way;

Yea, though through dreary glades
I walk in dismal shades,

No harm I fear, for Thou art near,
Thy faithful staff my progress aids.
3. When raging foes surround,
My comforts still abound;

I breathe a fragrant air,
And feed on sweetest fare;

Thus in Thy fold, when worn and old,
I'll dwell secure beneath Thy care.

H. M.

1. COME, my fond, fluttering heart!
Come, struggle to be free;
Thou and the world must part,
However hard it be:

My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.
2. Ye tempting sweets! forbear;
Ye dearest idols! fall;

My love ye must not share,
Jesus shall have it all:

HATFIELD.

'Tis bitter pain 't is cruel smart—
But, ah! thou must consent, my heart!
3. Ye fair, enchanting throng!

Ye golden dreams! farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,
And now I break the spell:
Farewell, ye joys of earthly years!
Jesus! forgive these parting tears.

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4. In Gilead there is balm,

A kind Physician there
My fevered mind to calm,
And bid me not despair:

Aid me, dear Saviour! set me free;
My all I would resign to Thee.

5. Oh! may I feel Thy worth,
And let no idol dare-

No vanity of earth

compare:

With Thee, my Lord!
Now bid all worldly joys depart,
And reign supremely in my heart.

H. M.

1. O, ZION, tune thy voice,

JANE TAYLOR.

And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,

And boast salvation nigh.

Cheerful in God, arise and shine,
While rays divine stream all abroad.
2. He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that can not fade;
His all-resplendent grace

He pours around thy head;
The nations round thy form shall view,
With luster new divinely crowned.

3. In honor to His name

Reflect that sacred light;
And loud the grace proclaim

Which makes the darkness bright;
Pursue His praise till sovereign love,
In worlds above, the glory raise.

4. There on His holy hill

A brighter sun shall rise,

And with His radiance fill

Those fairer, purer skies;

While round His throne ten thousand stars,

In nobler spheres, His influence own.

DODDRIDGE.

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