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6 How glorious He! how happy they
In such a glorious Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

106 (121).


C. M.

HOU art the way; to Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, through Thee.
2 Thou art the truth; Thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the life; the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conqu'ring arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life;
Grant us to know that way,

That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which leads to endless day.



C. M

'VE found the pearl of greatest price;
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine —
Christ shall my song employ.

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King: My Prophet full of light;

My great High Priest before the throne;
My King of heavenly might.

3 For He indeed is Lord of lords,
And He the King of kings;
He is the Sun of Righteousness,
With healing in His wings.

4 Christ is my Peace: He died for me,
For me He gave His blood;
And, as my wondrous sacrifice,
Offered Himself to God.

5 Christ Jesus is my All in All,
My comfort and my love;
My life below, and He shall be
My joy and crown above.

108 (165).

NE there is above all others


8s & 78.

Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end.

2 Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could or would have shed his blood?
But this Saviour died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God.

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

He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We, alas! forget too often

What a Friend we have above.


C. M


TH joy we meditate the grace
our High Priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness –
It melts with pitying love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He hath felt the same.

3 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out His cries and tears;
And, in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

5 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

110 (107).


C. M

OY to the world! the Lord has come!

J Let earth receive her King:

Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains.
Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love.

111 (105).

C. M.

ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long!

Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,

And ev'ry voice a song.

2 On Him the Spirit, largely pour'd,

Exerts His sacred fire;

Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love,
His holy breast inspire.

3 He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held:

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray;

And on the eyes, oppress'd with night,
To pour celestial ́day.

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of His grace
T'enrich the humble poor.

Dur glad hosannas, Prince of peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

J 2 (108).

C. M.

HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes
And join th' angelic throng;

For angels no such love have known
T' awake a cheerful song.

2 Good will to guilty men is shown,
And peace on earth is given;

For lo the incarnate Saviour comes,
A messenger from heaven.

3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn:

Let heaven and earth in concert join,
Now such a Child is born.

4 Glory to God, in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid!
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.

5 When shall we reach those blissful realms Where Christ exalted reigns,

And learn of yon celestial choir
Their own immortal strains?

113 (110).

YIVE thanks to God most high,

The universal Lord,

The sov'reign King of kings;
And be His grace adored.


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