3 Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts; For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. Mrs. Steele. 121 1 2 Confidence in the Intercessor. ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands; He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, 3 My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear: He owns me for his child,- With confidence I now draw nigh, 122 Christ our High Priest. 1 NOW let our cheerful eyes survey And celebrate his constant care, 2 Though raised to a superior throne, And high o'er all the shining train, H. M. C. Wesley. C. M. S The names of all his saints he bears, Nor shall the meanest Christian say 4 Those characters shall fair abide- When gems and monuments and crowns 5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast 123 Temptation. Heb. iv. 16. 1 WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above; His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touched with a sympathy within, Doddridge. He knows what sore temptations mean, 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, 6 Then let our humble faith address 1 We shall obtain delivering grace 124 The Weeping Saviour. Luke xix. 41. DID ID Christ o'er sinners weep, C. M. Watts. S. M Let floods of penitential grief 125 Christ the Guardian of his People. Beddome. L. M. 1 WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, 2 He who for us a surety stood, And made the offering of his blood, 4 With boldness, therefore, at his throne 1 126 Christ the Rock of Ages. ROCK of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Save from wrath, and make me pure. Logan. 7s. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 127 The Star of Bethlehem. Toplady. L. M. 1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 3 Once on the raging seas I rode The storm was loud, the night was dark; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem, It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 6 Now safely moored-my perils o'er, For ever and for evermore, The Star-the Star of Bethlehem. H. K. White. 128 1 OUR The Covenant with the Redeemer. UR God, how firm his promise stands, He trusts in our Redeemer's hands His glory and his grace. 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Thy God is faithful to his saints, C. M. 3 Beneath his smiles my heart has lived, I praise his name for grace received, Watts. 129 The Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin. C. M. 1 SIN, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within, Till God's own Son, with skill divine, 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, Till Jesus makes us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, And rush with fury down to hell; 130 Earnest Supplication. 1 SAVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee By thy wounds-the crown of thorns- Watts. 7s. |