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And how to shield us from the foes

Whom he himself o'ercame. ? 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er can quench

The fervour of his love; . For us he died in kindness here,

For us he lives above.,
5 O may we ne'er forget thy grace,

Nor blush to bear thy name;
Still may our hearts hold fast thy faith;

Our lips thy praise proclaim.

206 H. M.

THE atoning work is done,
1 The victim's blood is shed; .
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead:
He stands in heaven, their great High

Priest, And bears their names upon his breast. 2 No temple made with hands

His place of service is:
In heaven itself he stands :

A heavenly priesthood his:
In him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 3 And though awhile he be

Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see

Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory he will come, And take his waiting people home.



L. M. WHERE high the heavenly temple

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The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears.

The guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high,

He bends to earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our fellow-sufferer get retains

A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,

His tears, his agonies, and cries. 4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,

To help us in the evil hour.
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NOW let our cheerful eyes survey

Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care,

And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to a superior throne,

• Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the shining train,

With matchless honours crowned; 3 The names of all his saints he bears

Engraven on his heart; Nor shall a name once treasured there

E'er from his care depart.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,

Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns

Are mouldered down to dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breast, .

May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,

To endless ages borne,

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OTHOU eternal Victim, slain
U A sacrifice for guilty man,
By the eternal Spirit made
An offering in the sinner's stead,
Our everlasting Priest art thou,

Pleading thy death for sinners now. * 2 Thy offering still continues new;

Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue;
Thou art the ever-slaughtered Lamh,
Thy priesthood still remains the same;
Thy years, O Lord, can never fail;
Thy goodness is unchangeable.

C. M.
W ITH joy we meditate thy grace

Thou great High Priest above;
Thy heart is made of tenderness,

Thy bosom glows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,

Thou know'st our feeble frame;
Thou know'st what sore temptations

For thou hast felt the same.


3 Thou in the days of feeble flesh

Didst pour thy cries and tears; And in thy measure feel afresh

What every member bears. 4 Then will our humble faith address

Thy mercy and thy power; We shall obtain delivering grace .

In the distressing hour.

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TATHER, hear the blood of Jesus,
I Speaking in thine ears above:
From impending wrath release us;

Manifest thy pardoning love. 2 0. receive us to thy favour,

For his only sake receive; Give us to the bleeding Saviour,

Let us by his dying live. 3 To thy pardoning grace receive them;

Once he prayed upon the tree; Still his blood cries out, Forgive them;

All their sins were laid on me. 4 Still our Advocate in heaven,

Prays the prayer on earth begun:
Father, show their sins forgiven;

Father, glorify thy Son!


C. M.. so ITIS past-the dark and dreary night,

1 And, Lord, we hail thee now,

Our Morning Star, without a cloud:

Of sadness on thy brow. 2 Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,

Thy sorrows all are o'er;
And O! sweet thought! thy eye shall

weep, Thy heart shall break no more.' 3 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still

The love that brought thee low;
That bade the streams of life from thee,

A willing victim, flow. 4 The soldier, as he pierced thee, proved

Man's hatred, Lord, to thee; While in the blood that stained the spear,

Love, only love, we see. 5 Drawn from thy pierced and bleeding side,

That pure and cleansing flood,
Speaks peace to every heart that knows

The virtues of thy blood. Ono 6 Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy

Of pardoned sin alone,
But, happier, far, thy saints are called

To share thy glorious throne.




RULER of the hosts of light!
IV Death hath yielded to thy might;
And thy blood hath marked a road,
Leading to thine own abode.
2 From thy dwelling-place above,

From thy Father's throne of love, 1

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