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Or spark of glimn'ring day.
Beheld our helpless grief:
He flew to our relief.
With joyful baste he Hed;
And dwelt among the dead.
Their lasting silence break;
The Saviour's praises speak.
Strike all yonr barps of gold;
la groans, and tears, and blood.
Seek mercy in his naine.
He will your sins forgive;
He bids the sinner live,
4 Jests, we look to thee ;
Where else can sinners gof
1st P. M. 6 lines 88.
Love divine. 0
LOVE divine, what hast thou done!
The incarnate God hath died for me!
Bere all my sins upon the tree !
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
And any, was ever grief like his !
To bring us rebels back to God :
Ye all are bought with Jesus' blood :
And gladly catch the healing stream;
And give up all our hearts to him:
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for thee!
2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes
And earth's strong pillars bend :
Receive my soul ! he cries :
He bows his head, and dies.
Was ever love, like thine ? 135
L. M. The hidings of the Father's face. FROM Calvary a cry was heard,
A bitter and heart-rending cry; My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespeaks thy soul's deep agony. 2 A horror of great darkness fell
On thee, thou spotless, holy One! And all the swarming hosts of bell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son. 3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace, These thou couldst bear, nor once repine, But when Jehovah veil'd his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine. 4 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky; Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die. 5 Lord! on thy cross I fix mine eye : If e'er I lose its strong control, 0, let that dying, piercing cry: Melt and reclaim my wand'ring soul.
4 For me the burden to sustain
To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 3 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim,
How pay, the mighty debt I owet Let all I have, and all I am,
Ceaseless, to all, thiy glory show.
, is ,
Our sanctifying God.
The mingled current flow;
Shall wash us white as snow.
And our forgiveness seal.
Who speaks our sins forgiven,
That makes us meet for heaven. 139
The fountain gushing from His side. VE that pass by, behold the Man-
The Man of griefs-condemu's for you The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.