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But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem.

3. Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,

The ocean yawn'd and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem,

When suddenly a star arose,
It was the star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease;

And through the storm and dangers thrall, It led me to the port of peace.

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OT all the blood of beasts. On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.

2. But Christ the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

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

4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

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HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying chief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day;

And there may I, as 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,
Redceming love has been my theme,
And shall be—till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor, lisping. stan'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

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Efficacious Grace.
AIL! mighty Jesus! how divine
Is thy victorious sword :
The stoutest rebel must resign
At thy commanding word.

2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,
They pierce the hardest heart;
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh;
Ride with majestic sway;
Go forth, sweet prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

4 And when thy victories are complete,
When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory, meet
To sing thy conquering grace.—

5 O may my humble soul be found
Among that favor’d band;
And I, with them, thy plaise will sound
Throughout Immanuel's kand.

HYMN 38.-L. M.
The erample of Christ.

MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord,

I read my duty in thy word. But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer;

The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here: Then God the Judge, shall own my name, Among the followers of the Lamb. *—

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W#. thee I seek protecting pow'r,
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill’d.

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8 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see"
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conserr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bearf
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

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