4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and ev'ry grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work
The robe of righteousness.

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou array'd
By the great sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy pow'rs agree.

473. The Value of Christ and his Righteousness. Phil. iii. 7-9. (L. M.)

1 N°

O more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;

I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

3 Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss, for Jesu's sake:
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!
4 The best obedience of my hands,
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands,
By pleading what my Lord has done.

474. The Lord our Righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6.

(L. M.)

1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise, To claim my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea; "Jesus hath liv'd and died for me." 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who aught to my charge shall lay ! Fully through thee absoly'd I am, From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, Thus all the armies bought with blood, Saviour of sinners thee proclaim; Sinners, of whom the chief I am.. 5 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruin'd nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new.

6 0! let the dead now hear thy voice; Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice: Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness. 475. The Sun of Righteousness. (L. M.),

1

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EHOLD what sweet reviving rays, The Sun of Righteousness displays; How fast his beams, divinely bright, Dispel the gloomy shades of night.

2 But though the rays of truth divine,
With a resplendent lustre shine;
From the bright beams of heav'nly day,
Men turn with scorn their eyes away.
3 Painful to their distemper'd sight,
They hate these rays of heav'nly light;
They in their native darkness dwell,
In love with sin, in league with hell.
4 In this their condemnation lies,
They dare God's richest grace despise;
The road to death profanely chuse,
And that which leads to life refuse.

5 But when thy beams, thou God of light, 1
Shine forth on man's beclouded sight;
Straight they behold the heavenly ray,
That turns their darkness into day.

6 Hail Light of Life; arise and shine,
Thy Father's glories all are thine;
Thine is the power, and thine the grace,
And thine shall be the endless praise.

476. Christ our Wisdom, &c. 1 Cor. i. 30. (L. M.) 1 BURY'D in shadows of the night,

We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,

And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness."

3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, pow'r, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we,

Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

477. Christ our only Happiness. Psalm lxxiii. 25. (C. M.)

1 MY God, my portion, and my love,

My everlasting all;

I've none but thee, in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball.

2 What empty things are all the skies,
And this inferior clod!

There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.

3 In.vain the bright, the burning sun,
Scatters his feeble light:

'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;
If thou withdraw, 'tis night.

4 And whilst upon my restless bed,
Amongst the shades I roll,

If my Redeemer shows his head,
'Tis morning with my soul.

5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and safe abode :

Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar❜d to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

7 Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own;
Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.

478.

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DEAR

EAREST Jesus, come to me,
And abide eternally;

Worthy Friend of sinners, come,
Fill, and make my heart thy home.

2 Oftentimes for thee I sigh,
Nothing else can give me joy;
This is still my cry to thee,
Dearest Jesus, come to me.

3 Could I clearly see above,
What thy saints possess in love;
All would be but mystery,
Except Jesus was with me.