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6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God!"

47. C. M. Watts.

Christ's Commission. John iii. 16, 17.

COME, happy souls, approach your God


With new
Come, render to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod,

No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,

When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought


5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6 See. dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offer'd grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

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Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

2 Sing how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bid him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

3 "Twas mercy fill'd the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons down
To rebels doom'd to die.

4 Now sinners dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrows cease,
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.

49. C. M. Doddridge. The Redeemer's Message. Luke iv. 18, 19. HARK' the glad sound, the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promis'd

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;

And with the treasures of his grace,
Tenrich the humble poor.


3 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

50. 7's.

Mission of the Saviour.

HARK! the Saviour of mankind

Comes, the broken heart to bind;
Comes, the powers of hell to brave,
Comes, the lost to seek and save.
2 Arm'd with love's resistless sway,
Down to earth he wings his way;
Stoops of woman to be made,-
See him in the manger laid!

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3 Now upon the cross he hangs!
Dies in agonizing pangs!
Thence his banner wide unfurl'd,
Spreads salvation through the world.

4 In the grave awhile he lay,

Tore the bars of death away;
Thence ascended-took his throne,
Claims the kingdom as his own.

5 Mourning soul, methinks I see
All thy fetters on the tree;
If the broken links remain,
They no longer form the chain.
6 Now believe that Christ is God,
That as man he shed his blood;
Rose from death, and rose for thee,
This believe, and-thou art free.

51. C. M. Watts.
The Intercession of Christ.

IFT up your eyes to th' heavenly seats
Kind Intercessor, there he sits,
And loves, and pleads, and prays.

2 "Twas well, my soul, he died for thee,
And shed his vital blood,
Appeas'd stern justice on the tree,
And then arose to God.

3 Petitions now, and praise may rise,
And saints their offerings bring,
The Priest, with his own sacrifice,
Presents them to the King.

4 Jesus alon shall bear my cries
Up to his Father's throne,
He, dearest Lord, perfumes my sighs,
And sweetens every groan.


5 Ten thousand praises to the King, Hosanna in the highest;

Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring
To God and to his Christ.

52. S. M. Newton.

Christ our Redeemer and Advocate.
REPARE a thankful song

His praises should employ each tongue,
And every heart inflame.

2 Upon the cross he died,
Our debt of sin to pay;
The blood and water from his side,
Wash guilt and filth away.

3 Pleading for us he stands

Before his Father's throne,
And answers all the law demands,
With what himself hath done.

4 The Holy Ghost he sends,

Our stubborn souls to move, To make his enemies his friends, And conquer them by love.

5 His voice invites our hearts
To rise and seek his face;
"Tis thus the love of sin departs,
And we are sav'd by grace.

6 Assur'd that Christ our King

Will put our focs to flight, We on the field of battle sing, And triumph while we fight.

53. C. M. Watts.

Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator.


NOME, let us lift our joyful eyes,
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there,
Upon a throne of love.

2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame;
Our God appear'd consuming fire,
And vengeance was his name.
3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood
That calm'd his frowning face,
That sprinkled o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.
4 Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double flaming sword.

5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss,
Are open'd by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' Almighty throne.

6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.

54. L. M. Epis. Coll.

The necessity of Christ's Mediation.


HOUGH I should seek to wash me clean, In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink to conscious guilt and woe.

2 The Spirit, in his power divine
Would cast my vaunting soul to earth,
Expose the foulness of its sin,
And show the vileness of its worth.

3 Ah! not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare ;
Condemn'd, and into silence aw'd,
They helpless stand before his bar.
4 There must a Mediator plead,
Who God and man may both embrace;
With God for man to intercede,
And offer man the purchas'd grace

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