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The Issues of Life and Death.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone.

James Montgomery (1771—1854), 1819, 1853. Ab.

"Out of the Depths."
Ps. cxxx.

I OUT of the deep I call

To Thee, O Lord, to Thee; Before Thy throne of grace I fall, Be merciful to me.

2 Out of the deep I cry, The woful deep of sin,

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I DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.

2 The Son of God in tears
Angels with wonder see:
Be thou astonished, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.

3 He wept that we might weep
Each sin demands a tear;
In Heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

4 Then tender be our hearts,
Our eyes in sorrow dim,
Till every tear from every eye
Is wiped away by Him.

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793—1847), 1833.

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2 I smite upon my troubled breas.,
With deep and conscious guilt opprest,
Christ and His cross my only plea;
O God, be merciful to me.

3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see;
O God, be merciful to me.

Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee;
O God, be merciful to me.

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.

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3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace;
Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.
4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy
Word,

Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1719. Ab.

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1 GOD calling yet! shall I not hear? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumber lie?

2 God calling yet! and shall He knock, And I my heart the closer lock? He still is waiting to receive, And shall I dare His Spirit grieve? 3 God calling yet! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live? I wait, but He does not forsake; He calls me still; my heart, awake 4 God calling yet! I cannot stay; My heart I yield without delay: Vain world, farewell, from thee I part; The voice of God hath reached my heart. Gerhard Tersteegen (1697-1769), 1730 ), 1854. Ab. and alt

Tr. by Miss Jane Borthwick (1825

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4 But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which Thou hast shed,
No blood but Thou hast spilt.

5 Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive;
Justice will well approve the word,
That bids the sinner live.

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"One only."

I WHEN Wounded sore the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a piercéd hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord.
Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

Rev. Samuel Stennett (1727-1795), 1787. | Mrs. Cecil Frances Alexander (1823

NAOMI. C. M.

), 1858. Ab. and sl. alt.

HANS GEORG NAEGELI (1773-1836), 1832.
Arr. by LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1836.

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