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Newington. THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

We love to hear of thee;
No mușic like thy charming name,

E’er half so sweet can be.
O may we ever hear thy voice,

In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest will we rejoice.

Thou great Melchisedeck.
Our Jesus shall be still our theme,

While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,

When all things else decay. When we appear in yonder cloud,

With all his favour'd throng ; Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,

And Christ shall be our song, 1.11 wwwwwwwwan

ROCK of ages, shelter me !
Let me bide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil thy law's demands :
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,

All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save and thou alone.
Nothing in my hands I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress;
Helpless, look to thee for grace:
Black, I to thy fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, shelter me!

Let me hide myself in thee. 112 "NWNW Bradley Church. SEE what a living stone

The builders did refuse ;
Yet God has built bis church thereon,

In spite of envious Jews.
The scribe and angry priest

Reject thine only Son :
Yet on this rock shall Zion rest,

As the chief corner-stone.
The work, O Lord, is thine,

And wond'rous in our eyes ; This day declares it all divine,

This day did Jesus rise.

This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made:
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray ;

Let all the church be glad.
Hosanna to the King

Of David's royal blood ;
Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring

Salvation from your God.
We bless thine holy word,

Which all this grace displays;
And offer on tbine altar, Lord.

Our sacrifice of praise. 113


BEHOLD the sure foundation stone,

Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And bis eternal praise.
Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,

Nor shall they suffer shame.
The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Reject it with disdain ;
Yet on this rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.
What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise ;

'Tis thine own work Almighty God,

And woud'rous in our eyes ! 114

LIKE sheep we went astray,

And broke the fold of God,
Each wandering in a different way,

But all the downward road.
How dreadful was the bour

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengence pour

Upon the shepherd's head !
How glorious was the grace

When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays,

A ransom for the flock.
His honour and his breath

Were taken both away:
Join'd with the wicked in his death,

And made as vile as they.
But God shall raise his head

O’er all the sons of men,
A make him see a pum'rous seed,

To recompence his pain.
“ I'll give him, saith the Lord,

A portion with the strong ;
He shall posess a large reward..

And hold his honours long."


Portsmouth New.
JESUS: at thy command,

I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,

Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee I fain would all resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine,
Christ is my pilot wise;

My compass is bis word :
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord :
I trust his faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest:
My soul, thy sails expand,

And fly to Jesus' breast!
O may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more.
Come, heavenly wind, and blow

A prosp'rous gale of grace,
To waft me from below,
To heaven


destin'd place: Then in full sail my port I'll find. And leave the world and sin behind. 116 wwwwwand

Eythorn. HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds,

In the believer's ear!

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