Hymn 33. L. M.

JESUS, the Lamb of God, bath bled,

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. Rev. p. 12. 1

He tree!
Beneath our curse he bow'd his head;

'Tis finish'd! he hath died for me? 2 For me I now believe he died :

For all my sins he did atone;
Fully for me he satisfied :

Father, well-pleas'd behold thy Son. 3 See where before thy throne he stands,

And pours the all-prevailing prayer!
Points to his side, and lifis his hands,

And shows that I am graven there! 4 He ever lives for me to pray;

He prays that I with bim may reign :
Amen to what my Lord doth say,

Jesus, thou canst pot pray in vain.

Hymn 34. L. M. Who gave himself a ransom for all. 1 Tim. ii. 6. ? JESUS, descended from above

The supreme Head of all mankind
The cov’pant of redeeming love,

In thee let every sinner find. 2 Its surety thou alone hast paid,

The debt we to the Father owed:

For the whole world atonement made,

And seal'd the pardon with thy blood. 3 Thee, the paternal grace divine,

An universal blessing gave:
A light in every heart to shine,

A Saviour every soul to save.
4 Open mine eyes the Lamb to know,

Who bath borne all my sins away! And to my ransom'd spirit show

The glories of eternal day.
5 Come, Jesus, come, my heart inspire,

Wisdom and power of God, appear
Kindle the pure celestial fire;
Be thou my life eternal here!

Hymn 35. L. M.

Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul;

both sure and steadfast. Heb. vi. 19. 1 OW

Sure my soul's anchor may remain; The wounds of Jesus, for my sin

Before the world's foundation slain. 2 Father, thine everlasting grace

Our scanty thought surpass es far: Thy heart still melts with tenderness,

Thy arms of love still open are. 3 Through faith I plunge me in this sea;

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest: Hither, when hell assails, I flee;

I look upto my Saviour's breast.

be gone;

4 Though waves and storms go o'er my head;

Though strevgth, and health, and friends Though joys be wither'd all and dead,

Though every comfort be withdrawn; 5 This anchor shall my soul sustain,

Though earth's foundations melt away; My steadfast hope shall still remain,

And lead me to eternal day.

Hymn 36. P. M.

Who loved me, and gave himself for me.

Gal. ii. 20. 1 AN

ND can it be that I should gain

An int'rest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he' for me who caus'd his pain:

For me! who him to death pursued ?
Amazing love! how can it be,

That thou, my God, should'st die for me 2 'T'is mystery all! the immortal dies;

Who can explore this strange design
In vain the first born seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine;
'Tis mercy all; let earth adore:

Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above,

(So free, so infinite his grace !) Emptied himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam's helpless race; "Tis mercy all-immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me!

Tbine eye

4 Long my inprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's pight:

diffus'd a quick’ning ray, I woke; the dungeon flani'd with lights My chains fell off, my heart was free,

I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee. -5 No condemnation now I dread,

Jesus, and all in him is mine:
Alive in him, my living head,

And cloth'd in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th' eternal throne,
And claim the crown, thro' Christ, my own.

Hymn 37. P. M. But Christ is all, and in all. Col. iii. 11. 1

JE
CESUS, take all the glory!

Thy mysterious passion
The pardon bought, thy mercy brought

To us the great salvation.
Thee gladly we acknowledge,

Our only Lord and Saviour,
Thy name confess, thy goodness bless,

Ånd triumph in thy favour. 2 With angels and archangels,

Who prostrate fall before thee;
Again we raise our souls in praise,

And thankfully adore thee.
Honour, and power, and blessing;

To thee be ever given,
By all who know thy love below,
And all our friends in heaven.

Hymn 38. P. M. For Christ hath once suffered for our sins, the

just for the unjust. 1 Pet. iii. 18. 1 AVIOUR of all, what hast thou done?

Why didst thou groan thy mortal groan,

Obedient unto death for me?
The mystery of thy passion show,

The end of all thy griefs below.
- 2 Pardon, and grace, and beaven to buy,

My bleeding Sacrifice expir'd:
But didst thou not my pattern die,

That by thy glorious Spirit fir'd,
Faithful to death I might endure,

And make the crown by suff'ring sure ? 3 Thou didst the meek example leave,

That I might in thy footsteps tread:
Might like the man of sorrows grieve,

And groan and bow with thee my Head:
Thy dying in my body bear,

And all thy state of suff'ring share. 4 Thy every suff'ring servant, Lord,

Shall as his perfect Master be;
To all thy inward life restor’d,

And outwardly conform’d to thee:
Out of his grave the saint shall rise,

And grasp, thro' death, the glorious prize. 5 This is the strait, the royal way,

That leads us to the courts above :
Here let me ever, ever stay,

Till on the wings of perfect love,
I take my last triumphant flight,
From Calvary to Zion's height.