4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give :
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
322 The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth
us from all sin.—1 John i. 7.
ESUS! who on Calvary's mountain
Poured Thy precious blood for me,
Wash me in its flowing fountain,
That my soul may spotless be.
2 I have sinned, but O, restore me,
For unless Thou smlle on me,
Dark is all the world before me,
Darker yet eternity!
3 In Thy word I hear Thee saying—
Come, and I will give you rest;
Glad the gracious call obeying,
See, I hasten to Thy breast.
4 Grant, oh, grant Thy Spirit's teaching,
That I may not go astray,
Till, the gate of heaven reaching,
Earth and sin are passed away!
323 A great High Priest, that is passed into the
THERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The House of God, not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears;
The Guardian of mankind appears.
2 He who, for men, their Surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan ;—
The Saviour and the Friend of Man.
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a Brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
4 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,
His tears, His agonies, and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathises with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
324 But was in all points tempted like as we are.
WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above :
His heart is made of tenderness,
And overflows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out His cries and tears;
And in His measure feels afresh
What every member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.
325 Hath made us kings and priests unto God.
OW to the Lord that makes us know
The wonders of His dying love,
Be humble honours paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.
2 'Twas He that cleansed us from our sins,
And washed us in His precious blood;
'Tis He that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our exalted King,
Be everlasting power confessed,
And every tongue His glory sing.
High Priest of our Profession.
Heb. iii. I.
OW let our trustful eyes survey
Our great High Priest above;
And celebrate His constant care,
And sympathising love.
2 Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train
With matchless honours crowned;
3 The names of all His saints He bears
Deep graven on His heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.
Those characters shall fair abide
Our everlasting trust,
When gems and monuments and crowns
Are mouldered down to dust.
5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.
327 An Advocate with the Father.-1 John ii. 1.
THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lovest to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms infold,
And plead, O plead for me.
5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say-Thou hast washed them all away;
O say-Thou pleadest for me.
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