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81 112th. Prophet, Priest, and King.

DAVFES, 1

ESUS how precious is thy name !

The great Jehovah's equal, thou ! Oh, let me catch th' immortal flame, With which angelic bosoms glow ! Since angels love thee, I would love,

And imitate the bless'd above. 2 My Prophet thou, my heav'nly guide,

Thy sweet instructions I will hear;
The words, that from thy lips proceed !
Oh, how divinely sweet they are !
Thee, my great Prophet, I would love,

And imitate the bless'd above. 3 My great High Priest, whose precious

blood, Did once atone upon the cross; Who now doth intercede with God, And plead the friendless sioner's cause; In thee I trust, thee I would love,

And imitate tbe bless'd above.
4 My King supreme, to thee I bow,

A willing subject at thy feet;
All other lords I disavow,

to thy government submit :
Saviour, King, this heart would love,
limitate the bless'd above.

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L. M. Physician.

Wilks. 1 WHAT humantongue can rightly tell:

virtues : He with a touch, or word, can heal

The divers maladies we feel.
2 But Oh! the virtues of his blood,

How great, bow lasting, and how good;
This heals unnumber'd bleeding hearts,

And hope, and peace, and joy imparts. 3 Jesus, behold the crowd who press,

To hear thy word, and feel thy grace;
Diffuse thy blessing through the whole,

And heal each burden'd sin-sick soul. 83 7's Refuge.

WESLEY

1 JESUS! lover of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour! bide
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh! receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my belpless soul on thee!
Leave, Oh! leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I briug:
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou O Christ! art all I want;

More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind :
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am-
Thou art full of truth and grace.

my sin!

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,

Grace to pardon all
Let the bealing stream abound:
Make and keep me pure within :
Thou of life the fountain art !
Freely let me take of thee!
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84 7's.

Rock of Ages. TopLADY 1 ROCK of ages, shelter me!

Let me hide myself in thce!
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 pow'r. 2 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. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to thy cross I cling :
Naked, come to thee for dress ;
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Vile, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or 1 die!
4 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!

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Redeemer.

STEELE.

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our Redeemer's glorious name,

Awake the sacred song!
O may his love (immortal flame!)

Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 2 His love, what mortal thought can reach

What mortal tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch,

In wonder dies away,

3 He left his throne on high,

Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die,

Was ever love like this?

4 Dear Lord while we adoring pay

Our humble thanks to thee;
May ev'ry heart with rapture say,

Th’ Saviour died for me.

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,

Fill ev'ry heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name,

And join the sacred song.

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