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1 I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus
To wash my crimson stains
White in his blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in him :
He heals all my diseases;
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases;
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces;
I on his breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Emmanuel, Christ the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is pour'd.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's Holy Child.
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing, with saints, his praises,
To learn the angels' song.
"He hath filled the hungry with good
things."-LUKE i. 53.
1 I NEED thee, precious Jesu,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need thee, precious Jesu,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
3 I need thee, precious Jesu,
I need a friend like thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trouble,
And all my sorrow share.
4 I need thee, precious Jesu,
And hope to see thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on thy throne;
There, with thy blood-bought children
My joy shall ever be,
To sing thy praises, Jesu,
To gaze, my Lord, on thee .
"BY THY CROSS AND PASSION, GOOD LORD, DELIVER US.”
"Hosanna to the Son of David."
MATT. xxi. 9.
1 ALL glory, laud, and honour,
To thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring!
2 Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's Royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
3 The company of angels
Are praising thee on high;
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
4 The people of the Hebrews
With palms before thee went :
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before thee we present.
5 To thee before thy passion
They sang their hymns of praise :
To thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
6 Thou didst accept their praises ;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King".
"Thy king cometh unto thee: he is just and
having salvation."—ZECH. ix. 9.
1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty;
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry:
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road,
With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquer'd sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty:
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty:
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die :
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O God, thy power, and reigna.
"These are they which follow the Lamb,
whithersoever he goeth."—REV. xiv. 4.
1 A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blessed Saviour pass'd;
A mourner all his life was he,
A dying Lamb at last.
2 That tender heart, that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;
It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.
3 Such was our Lord-and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless evil world,
That wreath'd his brow with thorn?
4 No, facing all its frowns or smiles,
Like him obedient still,
We homeward press through storm or calm
To Zion's blessed hill.
5 In tents we dwell amid the waste,
Nor turn aside to roam
In folly's paths, nor seek our rest
Where Jesus had no home.
6 Dead to the world with him who died
To win our hearts, our love,
We, risen with one risen Head,
In spirit dwell above.
1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God, who bore
Thy burdens on the tree;
He died the captives to restore,
His blood was shed for thee.
2 Look to him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from his cross depart.
3 Look to him, till his dying love
Thy every thought control;
Its vast constraining influence prove
O'er body, spirit, soul.
4 Look to him, as the race you run,
Your never-failing friend;
He will complete the work begun,
And grace in glory end".
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