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Let us come boldly unto the throne of grace. Heb. iv. 16.
APPROACH my soul the mercy-seat

Where Jesus answers pray'r;
There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,

And such O Lord am I.

Be thou my shield and hiding place,

That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him “thou hast died.”

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious name.

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Earnestly desiring to be clothed, &c. 2 Cor. v. 2. As when the weary trav’ller gains

The height of some o’erlooking hill ; His heart revives, if cross the plains

He views his home, tho' distant still.

So, when the christian pilgrim views

By faith, his mansion in the skies; The sight his fainting strength renews,

And wings his speed to reach the prize.

The thought of home his spirit cheers ;

No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears

So he may safe arrive at last.

“ 'Tis there,” he says, “I am to dwell

With Jesus, in the realms of day; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he shall wipe my tears away.

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They sing the song of Moses. Rev. xv. 3. Awake, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name.

Sing of his dying love ;

Sing of his rising pow'r; Sing how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.

Sing, till we feel the heart

Ascending with the tongue; Let ev'ry meaner joy depart,

And grace inspire the song.

Sing on your heav'nly way,

Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day

In Christ th'eternal King.

HYMN XIII.

Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised.

1 Chron. xvi. 25. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create and he destroy.

His soy'reign pow'r without our aid,
Made us of clay and form’d us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

We'll crowd thy gates with songs of praise,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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O my God be not far from me. Ps. xxxviii. 21.

BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand;
Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.

Engage this roving treach'rous heart,
O Lord! to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.

Then should the wildest storms arise,
And tempests mingle seas and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.

If thou, my Saviour, still art nigh,
Cheerful 1 live and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

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