Redeeming Lord, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till the whole ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
May we, by faith, behold the stream
Thy healing wounds supply!
Then love divine shall be our theme,
From henceforth till we die.
Then in far nobler sweeter songs,
We'll sing thy pow'r to save,
When these poor lisping, stamm'ring tongues Lie silent in the grave.
HYMN LXIII.-(c. M.)
O LORD, exalted far on high,
To whom a name is given;
A name surpassing every name
That's known in earth or heav'n :
Before whose throne shall every knee
Bow down with one accord;
Before whose throne shall every tongue
Confess that thou art Lord:
O Lord, who in the form of God
Didst equal honour claim;
Yet, to redeem our guilty souls,
Didst stoop to death and shame :
Oh! may that mind in us be form'd,
Which shone so bright in thee;
An humble, meek, and lowly mind,
From pride and anger free.
May we to others stoop, and learn
To imitate thy love;
So shall we bear thine image here,
And share thy throne above.
HYMN LXIV.-(c. M.)
COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
To be exalted thus:
Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply,
For he was slain for us.
Lord! thou art worthy to receive
Honour and pow'r divine:
And praises more than we can give,
For evermore be thine.
Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him that sits upon
HYMN LXV.—(p. m.)
BLEST be thy love, good Lord,
That taught us this sweet way;
Only to love thee for thyself,
And for that love obey.
O thou, our souls' chief hope,
We to thy mercy fly:
Where'er we are, thou canst protect,
Whate'er we need, supply.
Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign:
By night we see as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.
Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee:
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood
From thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power!
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling:
Could my zeal no languor know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
HYMN LXVII.—(c. m.)
O FOR a heart to praise my God!
A heart from guilt set free!
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me!
A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My lov'd Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone!
An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From him, who dwells within!
A heart in every thought renew'd,
And fill'd with love divine;
Perfect and right, and pure, and good;
A copy, Lord, of thine!
HYMN LXVIII.—(c. m.)
MISTAKEN Souls, that dream of heav'n,
And talk with empty trust
Of inward joys and sins forgiv'n,
While they are slaves to lust.
Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites
To Christ the living Head.
"Tis faith that purifies the heart;
'Tis faith that works by love:
That bids each sinful joy depart,
And lifts the heart above.
Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;
A pard'ning God is jealous still
For his own holiness.
HYMN LXIX.—(c. m.)
O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads us to the Lamb.
Return, thou Comforter, return,
Sweet Messenger of rest;
We hate the sins that make thee mourn,
And drive thee from our breast.
The dearest idol we have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help us to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
So shall our walk be close with God,
Calm and serene our frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads us to the Lamb.
HYMN LXX.—(L. M.)
HEAV'N is a place of rest from sin;
But those who hope to enter there,
Must here that holy course begin,
Which shall their souls for rest prepare.
Clean hearts, O God, in us create,
Right spirits, Lord, in us renew;
That we may reach the heav'nly state,
And do thy will as angels do.
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