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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.,
Nor blush to bear thy name;
Our lips thy praise proclaim.
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THE atoning work is done,
His people's cause to plead:
Priest, And bears their names upon his breast. 2 No temple made with hands
His place of service is:
A heavenly priesthood his:
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
The house of God not made with hands,
The guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends to earth a brother's eye;
He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our fellow-sufferer get retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
His tears, his agonies, and cries. 4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
To help us in the evil hour.
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,
To endless ages borne,
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Pleading thy death for sinners now. * 2 Thy offering still continues new;
Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue;
Thou great High Priest above;
Thy bosom glows with love.
Thou know'st our feeble frame;
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,
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, glorify thy Son!
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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;
weep, Thy heart shall break no more.' 3 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still
The love that brought thee low;
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,
The virtues of thy blood. Ono 6 Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy
Of pardoned sin alone,
To share thy glorious throne.
RULER of the hosts of light!
From thy Father's throne of love, 1