2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 And when this lisping stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.

72. C. M. Doddridge.

Christ is the Head of the Church. Eph. Iv

JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace

That calls a worm thine own;
Gives me among thy saints a place
To make thy glories known.

2 Allied to thee, our vital head,
We act, and grow, and thrive;
From thee divided, each is dead
When most he seems alive.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord;
One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common Lord.

4 O may my faith each hour derive
Thy Spirit with delight;

While death and hell in vain shall strive
This bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present

Before thy Father's face;

Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.

5, 16

73. L. M. Medley.

I know that my Redeemer liveth. Job xix. 25.

'I

KNOW that my Redeemer lives;'
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives triumphant from the grave,
He lives eternally to save.

2 He lives to bless me with his love,
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
3 He lives to banish all my fears,
He lives to wipe my falling tears;
Lives to relieve my burthen'd heart,
And lives all blessings to impart.

4 He lives my kind, my faithful friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
And lives to bring me safely there.
5 He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
'I know that my Redeemer lives!'

74. C. M. Steele.

Christ the Centre of Holy Desires.

DEAR centre of my soul's desires,

And sovereign of my heart,

What sweet delight thy name inspires!
What bliss thy smiles impart!

2 Jesus! O loveliest, dearest name!
And wilt thou condescend

To own the bold, yet humble claim,
My everlasting friend?

3 Too oft, alas! my passions rove
In search of meaner charms;
Trifles unworthy of my love
Divide me from thy arms.

4 Come, dearest Lord, with power divine, And drive thy foes

away;

O be my heart, my passions thine,
And never, never stray.

75. C. M. Watts.

Christ's compassion to the weak and tempted. WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our high priest above;

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.

3 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

4 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

Faith in Christ our Sacrifice.

ESUS, thou heavenly Lamb,

Take all my sins away;

Give me to trust thy holy name,
And thy sweet rule obey.

2 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine;
While, like a penitent, I stand,
And there confess my sin.

3 My soul looks back to see

The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree; And hopes her guilt was there.

4 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his bleeding love.

77. S. M. Watts.

Righteousness and strength in Christ.
HE Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne;
Mercy and justice are the names
'By which I will be known.'

2 Ye dying souls that sit

In darkness and distress,
'Look from the borders of the pit
To my recovering grace.'

3 Sinners shall hear the sound,

Their thankful tongues shall own, 'Our righteousness and strength are found In thee, the Lord, alone.'

4 In thee shall Israel trust,

And feel their guilt forgiven;
God will pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heaven.

78. L. M. Wesley's Coll.

The Lord our righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea-
Jesus hath liv'd and died for me.

3 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

4 O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, 'The Lord our righteousness.'

79. C. M.

Justification by faith.

Watts.

Rom. iii. 19–22.

AIN are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions guilt.

2 Let Jews and Gentiles stop their mouths
Without a murmuring word;

And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now;

Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.

4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace!
When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness
That makes the sinner just.

80. L. M.

1 am the way. John xiv. 6.

AM the way,' the Saviour cries, The only way that leads to God;'Behold! he bleeds, he groans, he dies, And marks the way with streams of blood 2 'A thousand ways in ruin end, 'This only leads to joys on high; By this my willing steps ascend, 'Pleas'd with a journey to the sky.' 3 Faith only finds the heavenly way, The faith that works by love to God And works of love from day to day, Still prove that we are on the road."