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C. M. 112
Whom I unseen adore ;
That I may love thee more.
But in thy sacred word
My bleeding-dying Lord.
And sins and sorrows rise-
My fainting heart supplies.
Is clouded o’er with pain;
And I again complain.
Oh come with blissful ray ;
And chase my fears away.
The wonders of thy loie:
In endless joy above.
My dawn of hope I owe;
And lost in helpless wo.
2 Thy gracious hand redeemed the slave,
Ănd set the prisoner free:
Devoted, Lord, to thee.
And live upon thy word :
L. M. 114
Thankfulness and Praise for Salvation.
Of mercies past—of joys to come:
Salvation theirs, and of the Lord;
The living God their great reward.
Of Jesus sing, through all their days:
And there forever sing his praise. 115
Not ashamed of Christ.
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
3 Ashamed of Jesus?-yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away-
No fears to quell—no soul to save ! 4 Till then—nor is my boasting vain
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain!
C. M. 116
Not ashamed of Christ.
Or to defend his cause;
The glory of his cross.
His name is all my trust;
Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne-his promise stands,
And he can well secure
Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
C. M. 117
The Ingratitude of rejecting Christ.
To visit sinful worms?
In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace !_and shall my heart
Unmoved and cold remain ? Has it no soft-no tender part ?
Must mercy plead in vain ? 3 Shall Jesus for admission sue,
His charming voice unheard ?
Rernain forever barred? 4 Dear Lord, exert thy conquering grace;
Thy mighty power display:
8s & 7s. 118
Rejoicing before the Cross.
Which before the cross I spend;
From the sinner's dying Friend. 2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
Beaming in his gracious eye.
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Life deriving from his death. 4 May I still enjoy this feeling, Still to
And himself more truly know. 119
On which the Prince of glory died,
8s & 7s.
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head—his hands—his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown! 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small; Love so amazing-so divine,
Demands my soul-my life—my all. 120
Praise to Christ, the Author of Salvation. 1 CROWN his head with endless blessing,
Who, in God the Father's name, With compassion never ceasing,
Comes, salvation to proclaim! 2 Lo! Jehovah, we adore thee!
Thee, our Saviour !—thee, our God!
Shine through all the world abroad. 3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee our God in praise we own; Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round thy throne.
In your grateful strains adore;