6 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide!

His image may we bear !
O may we tread his holy steps,

His joy and glory share !

78.

C. M.

Confidence founded in the fear of God.

1 BLESS'D is the man who fears the Lord :

His well establish'd mind, In every varying scene of life,

Shall true composure find. 2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea,

The heavenly footsteps lie ; But on a glorious world beyond,

His faith can fix its eye. 3 Though dark his present prospects be,

And sorrows round him dwell, Yet hope can whisper to his soul, That all shall issue well.

4 Full in the presence of his God

Through every scene he goes; And fearing him, no other fear

His steadfast bosom knows.

5 No dangers can his soul alarm,

No gloomy views affright;
For faith assures his humble heart,

“ Whatever is, is right.”

79. L. M. The healing power of Jesus. Matt. viii. 16, 17; ix. 35; xi. 4,5. 1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive !

Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders! and the lame

Leap like the hart, and bless his name! 2 Thus doth th' Eternal Spirit own

And seal the mission of his Son ;
The Father vindicates his cause,

While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;

He rises, and appears to God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,

No more to bleed, no more to die. 4 Hence and for ever from my heart

I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

The Saviour's Invitation. Matt. xi. 28-30. Isa. Iv. 1.

Rev. xxii. 17.

1 YE scarlet-colour'd sinners, come;
Jesus, the Lord, invites you home;

O whither can you go?
What! are our crimes of crimson hue ?
His promise is for ever true,
He'll wash

you

white as snow. 2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways, Whose weeping nights and wretched days

In bitterness are spent !

Return to Jesus, he'll reveal
His lovely face and sweetly heal

What you so much lament. 3 Tried souls! look up—he says, 'tis I He loves you still

, but means to try If faith will bear the test; The Lord has given the chiefest good, He shed for you his precious blood;

O trust him for the rest!

4 Ye tender souls, draw hither too, Ye grateful, highly favour'd few,

Who feel the debt you owe ;Press on, the Lord hath more to give; By faith upon him daily live, And you shall find it so.

1 NOT all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they. 3 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice

And sing his bleeding love.

82. C. M. The Saviour's Message. Mark xvi. 15. Acts i. 8. 1 HARK! 'tis the Saviour of mankind,

Speaks to his chosen few;
'Tis he who leads the wand'ring blind,

In ways they could not know. 2 'Tis he who says, “Go forth, my friends,

Proclaim my truth to all;
Inform each soul my grace extends

As wide as Adam's fall.
3 Tell sinners of the deepest dye,

That they might life obtain,
I chose the cursed death to die,

And bare their sin and pain !
4 What though my ransom'd may refuse

The message to receive;
And you the messengers abuse,

Yet still I came to save.
5 Yea, should the tempter still prevail,

To blind my people's eyes;
In

my great day I'll rend the veil

From all beneath the skies.
6 Then every eye shall see the grace,

You now in faith are :
And I myself, from every face,

Will wipe off every tear."

83.

S. M.
Praise. Psa. lxvii. 4 ; ciii. 1, 4.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and every tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love;

Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above,

For those whose sins he bore, 3 Sing till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues ; Sing till the love of sin departs,

And grace inspires our songs. 4 Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day,

In Christ th' eternal king, 5 Soon shall

ye

hear him say, “ Ye blessed children, come;" Soon will he call you hence away,

And take his wand'rer3 home.

84. C. M. The infinity of Christ's condescension. Psa. cxiii. 5, 6.

Ephes. iv. 10. 1 SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,

How sweet thy gracious name! With joy that errand we review,

On which thy mercy came. 2 While all thine own angelic bands

Stood waiting on the wing, Charm'd with the honour to obey

Their great, eternal King; 3 For us-mean, wretched, sinful men

Thou laid'st that glory by ; First in our mortal flesh to serve, Then in that flesh to die.