« AnteriorContinuar »
81. C. M.
Who died to set me free;
From endless misery.
And bound with iron chains !
From sin and endless pains.
And sets the soul at large; Washes the filthy leper clean,
Proclaims a full discharge.
Proclaim the truth abroad ;
82. C. M.
Redemption by Price. LORD, what is man, that thou shouldst look Or write his name within thy book,
Thy book of life and grace?
By thy revenging law;
An heir of sin and woe.
Of infinite degree!
And dies to set us free!
Nail'd to the fatal wood;
And purchas'd us with blood.
83. C. M.
Redeem'd the Church with blood;
The favourites of the Lord. 2 For them he bore the painful cross,
And died to set them free, Fulfill'd his Father's injured laws,
And with him they shall be.
He will them all redeem;
Must be complete in him. 4 United to their living head,
They life and bliss derive;
84. C. M. Watts.
, Would sound aloud thy saving love
And sing thy bleeding heart.
Who bought me with his flood,
In his own vital blond.
And never-ceasing praise,
85. L. M. Stennett.
And meekly bow'd his head and died :
'Tis finish'd-yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the victory won.
And all the ancient prophets said,
In me the Saviour of mankind.
Shall sins of every kind atone:
By this my last expiring breath.
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd :
Return and dwell with sinsul men. 5 'Tis finish'd let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round:
86. C. M. Watts. Redemption and Protection from Spiritual Fnemies
RISE my soul, my joyful powers, Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.
The gates of gaping hell,
Than 'twas before I fell
soul he placed ; And on the Rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode,
Is wall’d around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark stands
To shield the sacred place. 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite.
And all his legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life,
And bounds his raging power. 6 Arise, my soul, awake my voice,
And tunes of pleasure sing ;
My Saviour and my King.
THE HOLY SPIRIT.
The great Legacy.
blesed Redeemer, ere he breathed A Guide, a Comforter bequeath'd,
With us on earth to dwell.
To teach, convince, subdue;
He came as viewless too.
A gracious, willing guest,
One heart wherein to rest. 4 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
Are his, and his alone.
Our weakness pitying see:
88. C. M. Watts.
With all thy quickening powers,
In these cold bearts of ours.
2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys ; Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our longues,
And our devotion dies.
At this poor dying rate;
And thine to us so great!
With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
89. L. M. Watts. The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven. DESCEND. from heaven, immortal Dove
Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things. 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
Cloth'd in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;
That I shall mount to dwell above;