To bear away all sin from you, 6 How rich the blood which once did flow, We'll bow before thy foot-stool low, 7 O Christ, our God, our bleeding King! We'll ever sing thy fame ; Here and in Heav'n we'll shout and sing Thy glories, worthy Lamb. HYMN 43. S. M. WHEN God our Father's pleas'd For to reveal his Son, Immediately our conscience eas'd Becomes his peaceful throne. 2 Consult we then no more 3 Included all in one, We now with rapture tell, We're in the Father's only son, In whom he's pleased well. 4 This doth our God make known To mortal worms below : All other matters we disown, | HYMN 44. L. M. JESUS, thy blood and righteousness 2 When, from the dust of death, I rise 9 ? Bold shall I stand in that great day; 4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, 5 This spotless robe the same appears 6 O let the dead now hear thy voice, Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice! Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus the Lord our righteousness. HYMN 45. S. M. WHILST we are marching through Rivers of living waters flow In thee, to quench our thirst. 2 This world's a weary land; 3 But thouʼrt our mighty Rock; 4 Though once with sin oppress'd, From which no part was free ; Our greivances are now redress'd, Dear, glorious man, in thee. 5 In thee we now have found We see thy grace much more abound, 6 Thy praise be our employ ; All our salvation, hope and joy, HYMN 46. L. M. THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt ; 1 But thou hast set before our eyes 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, 4 "Behold I come! (the Saviour cries, 5 'Tis written in thy great decree, 'Tis in thy book foretold of me, I must fulfil the Saviour's part; And lo! thy law is in my heart. 6 I'll magnify thy holy law, 7 The spirit shall descend and show The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, Thy wisdom and thy righteousness." HYMN 47. P.M. CANAAN promis'd is before; Come let us forward go, Not the ocean, nor its roar, May obstruct, when God commands; Move we forward to the land, 2 Pharaoh's hosts, our flesh and sense, Whilst vengeance on his foes he throws : Move we forward to the land, Where milk and honey flows. 3 Roaring floods clap hands aloud, T'affright the sons of men : Jesus bids us quiet stand, Whilst he his great salvation shows : Where milk and honey flows. Seas divide before our face, Shrink from the fearful deep : 5 Love, which God to us doth shew, Dead we see them on the strand, Nor can they further us pursue ; We are in Immanuel's land, |