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Saviour, may we see thee bleeding 9 o

On the cross, to make us thine!
Now, our eyes for ever closing 2

To this fleeting world below, A
On thy gentle breast reposing,

Teach us, Lord, thy grace to know.. 2 Though unseen, be ever near us,

With the still small voice of love;
Whispering words of peace to cheer us,

Every doubt and fear remove:
Bring before us all the story

Of thy life and death of woe; lial
And, with hopes of endless glory,
:: Wean our hearts from all below. IT

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. C. M. How sweet and awful is the place, 11 With Christ within the doors; While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores! 2 While all our hearts, and all our songs,

Join to admire the feast, Each of us cries, with thankful tongues,

“Lord, why was I a guest? 3 “Why was I made to hear thy voice,

And enter while there's room, When thousands make a wretched choice,

And rather starve than come?4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,

That sweetly drew us in;
Else we had still refused to taste,

And perished in our sin.


5 Pity the nations, O our God!

Constrain the earth to come;
Send thy victorious word abroad,

And bring the strangers home.

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LOVE'S abyss there's no exploring, 1 Tis beyond the seraph's ken: Prostrate at thy feet adoring,

We'revere thy love to men. 2 Hail the Lamb who came to save us!

Hail the love that made him die! This great gift our God hath given us:

And we'll raise his honours high. 3 When we join the general chorus :

Of the royal blood-bought throng," Who to glory went before us,

Saved from every tribe and tongue; 4 Then we'll make the blissful regions

Echo to our Saviour's praise; . While the bright angelic legions,

Listen to the charming lays.

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() GOD, accept our hearts this day,

And make them always thine, · That we from thee no more may stray,

No more from thee decline.
2 Before the cross of him who died,

Behold we prostrate fall:
Let every sin be crucified,

Let Christ be all in all!

3 Anoint us with thy heavenly grace,

Adopt us for thine own,
That we may see thy glorious face,

And worship at thy throne! 4 May the dear blood, once shed so free,

Our blest atonement prove; ;
That we from first to last may be 1

The purchase of thy love!

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AT the Lamb's high feast we sing,
A Praise to our victorious King, .'
Who hath washed us in the tide,

Flowing from his wounded side.
2 Praise we him, whose love divine

Gives his sacred blood for wine,
Gives his body for the feast,

Christ the victim, Christ the Priest. . 3 Where the Paschal blood is poured,

Death's dark angel sheaths his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go

Through the wave that drowns the foe. 4 Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is elain,

Holy victim, without stain;
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Heaven unfolds its gates on high. 5 Hymns of glory and of praise,

Father, unto thee we raise;
Risen Lord, all praise to thee, ?
With the Spirit ever be. ' *

MAN BY NATURE. 340 . L. M. DEEP in the dust before thy throne,

Our guilt and our disgrace we own: Great God! we own the unhappy name

Whence sprang our nature and our shame. 2 But whilst our spirits, filled with awe,

Behold the terrors of thy law,
We sing the honours of thy grace,

That sent to save our ruined race. 3 We sing thine everlasting Son,

Who joined our nature to his own;
Adam the Second from the dust

Raises the ruins of the first. 4 Where sin did reign, and death abound,

There have the sons of Adam found
Abounding life; there glorious grace

Reigns thro' the Lord our Righteousness. 341 C. M. GREAT King of glory and of grace,

We own, with humble shame,
How vile is our degenerate race,

And our first father's name.
2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,

The poison reigns within,
Makes us averse to all that's good,

And willing slaves to sin.
3 We live estranged afar from God,

And love the distance well; !

With haste we run the dangerous road

That leads to death and hell. 4 And can such rebels be restored,

Such natures made divine? Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,

And feel this power of thine. 342 C. M.

TORD, we are born a sensual race,': ♡ To sinful joys inclined; Reason has lost its native place,

And flesh enslaves the mind. 22 2 While flesh, and sense, and passion reign,

Sin is the sweetest good; We fancy music in our chain,

And so forget the load. 3 Great God, renew our ruined frame, e

Our broken powers restore; Inspire us with a heavenly flame,

"And flesh shall reign no more. 4 Eternal Spirit, write thy law

Upon our inward parts;
And let the second Adam draw

His image on our hearts. 343 :'? L. M. LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin, 1 And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall

Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,

The seeds of sin grow up for death:

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