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3 Through all succeeding ages he
The same hath been, the same shall be;
While stars and suns wax old and fade. 4 The same his power his flock to guard;
The same his bounty to reward;
To saints on earth, and saints above. 5 Let nature change, and sink, and die,
Jesus shall raise his chosen high,
L.M.-Christ the Way to Heaven. 1 JESUS, my all to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went.
The road that leads from banishment;
I'll go; for all his paths are peace.
And mournd because I found it not;
Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
“Come hither sous, I am the Way.” 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am!
6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
From sin and death we flee;
Must seek him, Lord, in thee.
True wisdom can impart;
And purify the heart.
Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life Grant us to know that
way, That truth to keep, that life to win, Which leads to endless day.
118. C.M.-Christ the Door. John X. 9. Hosea ii. 15. 1 AWAKE our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail; Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.
The buildings strong and fair;
And living streams are there.
For Jesus is the door;
Nor fear the lion's roar.
4 O, may thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come, All travelling through one beauteous gate,
To one eternal home.
P.M.-Christ the Light of men.
Borders on the shades of death,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:
In our deepest darkness rise!
Pouring eyesight on our eyes.
Life and joy thy beams impart,
Every poor benighted heart;
God hath for our ransom'd race;
Come! and bring the gospel grace! 3 Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince!
Give the pardon of our sins!
Every burthen'd soul release,
P.M.- Christ our Refuge.
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O
0, receive my soul at last.
Hangs my helpless soul on thee,
Still support and comfort me:
All my help from thee I bring,
With the shadow of thy wing.
Grace to cover all my sin;
Make and keep me pure within.
Freely let me take of thee:
Rise to all eternity!
121. C.M.-Christ the living Vine. John xv. 4. 1 LORD of the vineyard, we adore
That power and grace divine, Which plants our wild, our barren souls,
In Christ the living Vine. 2 For ever may they there abide,
And from that vital root, Be influence spread through every branch,
To form and feed the fruit. 3 Shine forth, my God, the clusters warm
With rays of sacred love, ,
The generous plant improve.
P.M.-Christ a true Friend. 1 ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend; His is love beyond a brother's;
Costly, free, and knows no end; They who once his kindness prove,
, Find it everlasting love. 2 Which, of all our friends, to save us,
Would consent to shed his blood ? But our Jesus died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God; This was boundless love indeed,
Jesus is a friend in need.
Friend of Sinners was his name,
He rejoices in the same;
And to all their wants attends.
Teach us, Lord, at length to love,
What a friend we have above;
Is kept in perfect peace:
On the Redeemer's breast,
An everlasting rest.