5 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
6 Now safely moor'd-my perils oer,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and forevermore,
The star-the star of Bethlehem!
HYMN 10. C. M.
The fountain of Christ's blood.
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain, in his day ;
And there niay I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme;
And shall be-till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave.
HYMN 11. L. M.
Christ the Physician of Souls.
EEP are the wounds which sin has
made;
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain, alas, is nature's aid-
The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.
2 And can no sov'reign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope forever fly?
3 There is a great physician near,
Look up, O! fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
'Tis only this dear sacred flood
Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo.
HYMN 12. L. M.
Christ an hiding place.
TAIL, sov'reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, That gave my soul a hiding place. 2 Against the God that rules the sky, I fought with hands uplifted high; Despis'd the offers of his grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place. 3 Enwrapp'd in dark Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without a hiding place.
4 But thus th' eternal counsel ran :
"Almighty love! arrest the man;"-
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding place.
5 Vindictive justice stood in view;
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;
But justice cry'd with frowning face:
"This mountain is no hiding place."
6 But lo! a heavenly voice I heard→→→
And mercy's angel soon appear'd;
Who led me on a pleasing pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place.
7 On him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell,
He bore it for his chosen race,
And now he is my hiding place.
8 A few more rolling suns at most,
Will land me on fair Canaan's coast;
There I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious hiding place,
Christ our sympathizing High Priest. HERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands;
A great high priest our nature wears,
Our friend, and advocate appears.
2 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth, a brother's eye,
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame,
3 Our fellow sufferer yet retains
A fellow feeling of our pains,
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears, his agonies, and cries.
4 In every pang that rends the heart,
The man of sorrow had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.
5 With boldness therefore at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heav'nly power
To help us in the evil hour.
HYMN 14. L. M.
Christ our Example.
ND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,--
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife;
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3 0, how benevolent and kind!
How mild-how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight ;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.
HYMN 15. P. M. 7.
Christ the Rock of Ages.
OCK of ages! cleft for me,
et me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears forever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
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