3 This instant now I may receive
The answer of his powerful prayer:
This instant now by him I live,

His prevalence with God declare;
And soon my spirit in his hands

Shall stand, where my Forerunner stands.

108.

L.M.-Christ the Steward of God's Family. Isa. xxii. 22-24.
Rev. iii. 7.

1 WITH what delight I raise my eyes,

And view the courts where Jesus dwells! Jesus, who reigns beyond the skies, And here below his grace reveals.

2 Of David's royal house the key

Is borne by that majestic hand;
Mansions and treasures there I see,
Subjected all to his command.

3 He shuts, and worlds might strive in vain
The mighty obstacles to move;
He looses all their bars again,

And who shall shut the gates of love?

4 Fix'd in omnipotence he bears

The glories of his Father's name, Sustains his people's weighty cares, Through every changing age the same.

5 My little all I there suspend,

Where the whole weight of heaven is hung; Secure I rest on such a friend,

And into rapture wake my tongue.

109.

L.M.-Christ our Forerunner. Heb. vi. 19, 20.

1 JESUS the Lord our souls adore,
A painful sufferer now no more;
High on his Father's throne he reigns
O'er earth, and heaven's extensive plains.

2 His race for ever is complete;
For ever undisturb'd his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.
3 Yet 'midst the honours of his throne,
He joys not for himself alone;

His meanest servants share their part,
Share in that royal, tender heart.
4 Raise, raise my soul, thy raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus thy own Forerunner see,
Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.
5 Loud let the howling tempest yell,
And foaming waves to mountains swell,
No shipwreck can my vessel fear,
Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here.

110.

C.M.-Christ our Example.

1 IN duties and in sufferings too,
My Lord I fain would trace;
As thou hast done, so would I do,
Depending on thy grace.

2 Inflam'd with zeal, 'twas thy delight
To do thy Father's will;

May the same zeal my soul excite
Thy precepts to fulfil.

3 Meekness, humility, and love,
Through all thy conduct shine;
O may my whole deportment prove
A copy, Lord, of thine.

111.

C.M.-The Example of Christ.

1 BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine:

The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2 The largest love of human-kind
Inspir'd his godlike breast:
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was express'd.

3 To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

4 Lowly in heart, by all his friends,
A friend and servant found;

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

5 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life,
He labour'd for their good.

6 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd;
While humble prayer and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.

7 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resign'd, he bow'd, and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done.'

8 Be Christ my pattern and my guide!
His image may I bear!

O may I tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share.

112.

C.M.-The Name of Jesus.

1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
"Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, fill'd
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest, and king,
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

113.

S.M.-Christ the Root and Offspring of David, and the Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16.

1 ALL hail, mysterious King!

Hail David's ancient root!

Thou righteous branch which thence didst spring,

To give the nations fruit.

2 Our weary souls shall rest
Beneath thy grateful shade;
Our thirsting lips salvation taste;
Our fainting hearts are glad.

3 Fair Morning Star arise,
With living glories bright,

And pour on these awakening eyes
A flood of sacred light.

4

The horrid gloom is fled,

Pierc'd by thy beauteous ray;

Shine, and our wandering footsteps lead
To everlasting day.

114.

C.M.-Christ the Head of the Church. Eph. iv. 15, 16. 1 JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace, That calls a worm thy own; Give me among thy saints a place, To make thy glories known.

2 Allied to thee, our vital Head,

We act, and grow, and thrive;
From thee divided, each is dead,
When most he seems alive.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord;
One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common Lord.
4 O may my faith each hour derive
Thy Spirit with delight;

While death and hell in vain shall strive

This bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present
Before thy Father's face;

Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.

115.

L.M.-The Immutability of Christ. Heb. xiii. 8.

1 WITH transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
The' immortal honours of thy name;
Assembled round our Saviour's throne,
We make his ceaseless glories known.
2 High on his Father's royal seat
Our Jesus shone divinely great,

Ere Adam's clay with life was warm'd,
Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd.