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5 And lo! the Son of God is slain
To be this Mediator crown'd;
CHARACTERS AND REPRESENTATIONS
THESa vioune blistal bound!
Its influence every fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich effusion flow,
And doom'd to endless woe.
Our blood, our vital breath,
Sad heirs to sin and death.
We helpless, hopeless lay;
And smild our fears away.
Of bliss, a boundless store;
56. C. M. Steele.
Jesus, the angels' sweetest theme,
The wonder of the skies!
2 Didst thou forsake thy radiant throne
And boundless realms of bliss,
Was ever love like this!
Thy love triumphant smild; Earthtrembled at the dreadful scene,
And heaven was reconcil'd.
To thy divine control ?
And melt the stubborn soul.
Thy sweet, thy gentle sway;
57. L. M. Fawcett.
His life my wretched soul to save;
He kindly claims me for his own. 2 Rebellious, I against him strove,
Till melted and constrain'd by love;
The heavenly bridegroom wins my heart. 3 My guilt and wretchedness he knows,
Yet takes and owns me for his spouse;
And makes his riches o'er to me. 4 My filthy rags are laid aside,
He clothes me as becomes his bride,
The robe of perfect righteousness. 5 Lost in astonishment I see,
Jesus, thy boundless love to me;
6 Since thou wilt take me for thy bride,
Keep me, O Saviour, near thy side;
58. C. M. Newton.
In a believer's ear!
And drives away fus fear.
And calms the troubled breast, 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place; My never-failing treasury, fillid
With boundless stores of grace.
My prophet, priest, and king;
Accept the praise I bring. 5 Weak is the effort of
And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.
59. C. M. Doddridge.
Jesus precious. 1 Peter ii. 7. CESUS, I love thy charming name, Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear.
JESis music to my ear;
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust ;
And gold is sordid dust.
In thee doth richly meet;
Nor friendship half so sweet.
And shed its fragrance there;
The cordial of its care.
With my last lab’ring breath;
60. C. M. Relief Hymns.
Christ the Prophet of the Church. GREAT Prophet of the ransom'd church, For stores of wisdom let us search
Thy word, the sacred mine. 2 Jesus, great oracle of truth,
O may we learn of thee!
And live from error free.
Teach us to keep in view ;-
And show thy glory too.
Walk with increasing light ;
61. C. M. Relief Hymns.
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice!
Than east or west unfold;
Than all their stores of gold.
A length of happy days;
Are what her left displays. .
In pleasure's path to tread;
Upon the hoary head.
So her rewards increase;
62. L. M. Dobell's Selection.
The blessing of God's chosen race, The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love. 2 Happy is he who thus can say,
“The Lord, the Saviour, died for me;" The gift unspeakable obtains;
And heavenly understanding gains. 3 Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace;
And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 He finds, who wisdom apprehends,
A life begun that never ends; The tree of life divine she is, Set in the midst of Paradise.