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4. No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,

Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,

Can wash the dismal stain away. 5. Jesus, my God, Thy blood alone

Hath power sufficient to atone:
Thy blood can make me white as snow,

No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
6. While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,

Nor Alesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear Thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.

WATTS.

Doxology. L. M.
To God, the Father-God, the Son-
And God, the Spirit-Three in One,
Be honor, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

481.

L. M.
1. Ar anchor laid, remote from home,

Toiling I cry, “Sweet Spirit, come,
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails, and speed my way.
2. “Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,

And loose my cable from below;
But I can only spread my sail;
Thou, Thou must breathe the auspicious gale."

482.

L.M.
1. Up to the fields where angels lie,

And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,

But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2. O might I once mount up and see

The glories of the eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be,

How despicable to my eyes !

3. Had I a glance of Thee, my God,

Kingdoms and men would vanish soon ;
Vanish as though I saw them not,

As a dim candle dies at noon.
4. Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,

I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,

While rattling thunders round us roar. 5. Great All in All, Eternal King!

Let me but view Thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing

Thine endless grandeur and Thy grace.

WATTS.

483.

L.M.
1. LIKE morning-when her early breeze

Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,

Her hand may sow the seeds of light2. Thy grace can send its breathings o'er,

The spirit dark and lost before;
And, freshening all its depths, prepare

For truth divine to enter there.
3. Till David touched his sacred lyre,

In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,

Then angels stooped to hear the song. 4. So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord,

Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.

MOORE.

484.

L. M. 1. LORD, how secure and blest are they,

Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea Their minds have heaven and

peace

within.

2. The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made

up

of innocence and love; And soft and silent as the shades,

Their nightly minutes gently move. 3. Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,

But fly not half so swift away ;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,

And calm as summer evenings be. 4. How oft they look to heavenly hills,

Where groves of living pleasures grow;
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles

Sits undisturbed upon their brow! 5. They scorn to seek our golden toys,

But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys,

That heaven prepares for their delight.

WATTS.

485.

L. M.

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1. O Thou, to whose all-searching sight

The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;

O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail
my

affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within

Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean. 3. If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be Thou my light, be Thou my way:
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near. 4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of woe
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

5. Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O, let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

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486.

L. M.
1. God of my life, through all its days

My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise,
The song shall wake with opening light,

And warble to the silent night.
2. When anxious cares would break my rest,

And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3. When death o'er nature shall prevail,

And all its powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I can not speak. 4. But oh! when that last conflict's o'er,

And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,

To join the music of the skies ! 5. The cheerful tribute will I give,

Long as a deathless soul can live,
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands, and crowns eternity!

DODDRIDGE.

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1. TREMBLING, before Thine awful throne,

O Lord ! in dust my sins I own:
Justice and Mercy for my life

Contend !-O smile, and heal the strife. 2. The Saviour smiles! upon my soul

New tides of hope tumultuous roll-
His voice proclaims my pardon found-
Seraphic transport wings the sound !

3. Earth has a joy unknown in heaven

The new-born peace of sins forgiven!
Tears of such pure and deep delight,

Ye angels! never dimmed your sight. 4. Ye saw of old, on chaos rise

The beauteous pillars of the skies ;
Ye know where morn exulting springs,

And evening folds her drooping wings. 5. Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will,

Abroad His errand ye fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,

Symphonious, in His presence play. 6. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain

Is shaken by the choral strain,
And dying echoes, floating far,

Draw music from each chiming star. 7. But I amid your choirs shall shine,

And all your knowledge will be mine;
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.

HILLHOUSE.

488.

L. M.

1. God named Love, whose fount Thou art,

Thy crownless church before Thee stands,
With too much hating in her heart,

And too much striving in her hands. 2. “Love as I loved you”—was the sound

That on Thy lips expiring sate !
Sweet words in bitter strivings drowned !

We hated as the worldly hate.
3. Yet, Lord, Thy wronged love fulfill,

Thy church, though fallen, before Thee stands ; Behold, the voice is Jacob's still,

Albeit the hands are Esau's hands.

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