5 Happy the man who wisdom gains,
In whose obedient heart she reigns;
He owns, and will for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven, are one.

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63. C. M. Relief Hymns.

The Lamb feeding the Saints.

HILE in this dark and dreary land,
Where sorrows oft assail,

Let holy souls exalt their eyes,

To joys within the vail.

2 There sits enthron'd the glorious Lamb,
While saints adore around;
Angels, in shining circles, pay
Their homage most profound.

3 The Lamb illuminates the place,
With splendours here unknown,
And pours the rivers of his grace
Fresh from beneath the throne.

4 His flock he leads to scenes of bliss,
With joys unfading crown'd,
Nor can they thirst while living streams
Unfailing flow around.

5 Behold, our smiling God appears,
And bids our griefs remove,
And wipes away our falling tears
With the soft hand of love.

64. C. M. Relief Hymns.'

Christ, the Rock and Refuge.

HE who on earth, as man was known,

And bore our sins and pains,

Now, seated on the eternal throne,
The God of glory reigns,

2 His hands the wheels of nature guide
With an unerring skill;

And countless worlds, extended wide,
Obey his sovereign will.

3 This land, through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry;

But streams of grace for ever flow,
Their thirst to satisfy

4 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,
To this almighty Rock they run,
And find a soothing shade.

5 How glorious He! how happy they
In such a constant Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,
And crowns them at the end.

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65. C. M. Epis. Coll.

Christ, the way, truth, and life.
HOU art the way to thee alone
From sin and death I flee;

And he who would the Father own,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.

2 Thou art the truth-thy word alone,
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the life-the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death, nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life;
Grant us that way to know,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

66. S. M. Steele.

Jesus, a Shepherd. Psalm xxiii. 1, 2, 3.

HILE

W My shepherd and my guide,

my Redeemer's near,

I bid farewell to anxious fear,
My wants are all supplied,

2 To ever-fragrant meads,

Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.
3 Along the lovely scene,

Cool waters gently roll,
Transparent, sweet, and all serene,
To cheer my fainting soul.

4 Here let my spirit rest,

How sweet a lot is mine!
With pleasure, food, and safety blest,
Beneficence divine!

5 Dear shepherd, if I stray,

My wandering feet restore,
To thy fair pastures guide my way,
And let me rove no more.

67. C. M. Rippon's Selection.

Christ the desire of all Nations. Hag. ii. 7.
INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou lovely Prince of grace!

Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and vows ascend,
In thee their wishes meet.

3 Thy name as precious ointment shed,
Delights the church around;
Sweetly the sacred odours spread
Through all Immanuel's ground.

4 Millions of happy spirits live
On thine exhaustless store;

From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.

5 Thou art their triumph, and their joy,
They find their all in thee;

Thy glories shall their tongues employ
To all eternity.

Jesus the Pearl of great price. Matt. xiii. 45, 4 YE glittering toys of earth, adieu!

A nobler choice be mine;

A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine..

Begone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious baits of sense;
Inestimable worth appears,
The Pearl of price immense.
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet!
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet.

4 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of this dear gift possess'd,

I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever blest.

5 Dear sovereign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;

Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.

69. C. M. Toplady.

Jesus all in all.

COMPAR'D with Christ, in all beside

No comeliness I see;

The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.

2 The sense of thy expiring love
Into my soul convey;
Thyself bestow-for thee alone,
My all in all, I pray.

3 Less than thyself will not suffice
My comfort to restore;

More than thyself I cannot crave,
And thou canst give no more.

4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn;
Chosen of thee ere time began,
I'd choose thee in return.

5 Whate'er consists not with thy love,
O teach me to resign;

I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss

If thou, O God, art mine.

Jesus a Surety. Heb. vii. 22. Prov. xi. 15.
THE kind Redeemer left his throne,

His radiant throne on high,-
Surprising mercy, love unknown!-
To suffer, bleed, and die.

2 He took the dying traitor's place,
And suffer'd in his stead;

For man-O miracle of grace!
For man the Saviour bled.

3 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell
In thy atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

4 Jesus, my soul adoring bends
To love so full, so free;

And may I hope this love extends
Its sacred power to me?

5 What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?

O take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it wholly thine.

71. C. M. Cowper.

Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.