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4 So shall the haughtiest soul submit,
With children plac'd at Jesus' feet;
C. M. Sabbath Morning. Psa. cxxii. 1 BEHOLD the rising dawn appear,
Which calls our willing feet
Our solemn praise repeat.
Within her walls we stand;
In friendship's sacred band. 3 We love the place where Zion's Lord
Is pleas'd to shew his face;
And here accepts our praise.
We bow before thy throne;
Through thy beloved Son.
And joy a constant guest;
Be her attendants bless'd.
6 Our soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains,
And here our Saviour reigns.
94. C. M.
Humiliation and death of Christ.
Reluctant to comply ;
Demand that Christ shall die.
The silent sufferer see ;
To set the nations free.
While cruel men deride; Behold they nail him to the tree,
And pierce his sacred side. 4 Amazing love! he bleeds, he dies,
Our sins his murderers were ! These were the scourge, the thorns, the nails,
And these the pointed spear. 5 But Jesus died that we might live,
Hence pleasing thoughts arise; He rose a mansion to prepare,
For us beyond the skies !
We shall his beauties trace;
The riches of his grace!
95. C. M.
The Sufferings of Christ. 1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,
Naild to the shameful cross ; How vast the love that him inclin'd
To bleed and die for us !
2 Hark, how he groans ! while nations shake,
And earth's strong pillars bend; The temple's veil in sunder breaks,
And solid marbles rend ! 3 'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid,
“ Receive my soul,” he cries ! See where he bows his sacred head!
He bows his head, and dies !
And in full glory shine :
Was ever love like thine !
L. M. Praise. Exod. xv. 1, 2. 1 Chron, xxix. 11. 1 WORTHY is Christ, our Paschal Lamb,
Who bow'd his head, and bore our shame, On God's eternal throne to reign :
For he for us—for us, was slain.
He calls his royal, conquering throng ;
And call thee, Lord, our Righteousness. 3 Let every spirit now with thee,
And all on earth and all on sea,
With worship due to Thee alone.
and riches ever thine ! And strength and majesty divine ! By every creature reign ador'd, The only, everlasting Lord.
97. C. M.
Christ precious in Life and Death. 1 BLESS'D Jesus, when our soaring thoughts
O'er all thy graces rove,
In wonder, joy, and love!
Like thy beloved name;
Our hearts with equal flame.
Unnumber'd blessings see;
When once compard with thee, 4 Hast thou a rival in our breast ?
Search, Lord, for thou canst tell
Or please our souls so well.
Our portion and our joy ;
Our sweetest thoughts employ.
Let thy bright glories shine ;
In raptures so divine.
Let hope and joy succeed;
The Lord is risen indeed!
2 The shades of death withdrawn,
His eyes their beams display:
Unbars the gates of day. 3 Angelic hosts above,
The rising Victor sing;
With loud hosannas ring. 4 Ye pilgrims, too, below,
Your hearts and voices raise
And every mouth be praise.
Acceptable Worship. 1 COME! pay the worship God requires,
Inflam'd with pure and holy fires;
Our homage and our vows are blest. 2 When piety, and truth refin'd
Possess the temple of the mind,
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Praise. Psa. Ivii. 9, 10, 11 ; Ixviii. 19, 20. 1 GLORY unto Jesus be,
From the curse he set'us free;
He the ransom fully paid.
God's well pleased in his Son;