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51 Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is the rock of ages.

ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee;

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone :
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Guilty, plead Thy righteousness;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

7's.

52 In that He suffered, being tempted, He is able to succour them that are tempted.

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AVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee;

When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
O, by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy birth and early years;
By Thy life of want and tears;
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;

By the dread mysterious hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

By the sacred grief that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the gracious tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the mournful word that told
Treachery lurked within Thy fold;
Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thine hour of whelming fear;
By Thine agony and prayer;

7's.

By the purple robe of scorn;

By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn;
By Thy cross, Thy pangs, and cries;
By Thy perfect sacrifice;

Jesu, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.

By Thy deep, expiring groan ;
By the sealed sepulchral stone;
By Thy triumph o'er the grave;
By Thy power from death to save ;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,

To Thy Throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry;
Hear our solemn litany.

53 The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.

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HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ;

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain, in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

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E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be, till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

54 God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.

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L.M.

HEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the cross of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so bright a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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Easter-Eben.

Psalm xvi.

ISET the Lord before mine eve

L.M.

At my right hand He stands, prepared To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard.

When He is nigh, my faith is strong,
And confidence inspires my breast;
Be glad, my heart, rejoice my tongue;
In hope my dying flesh shall rest.

Though in the dust I lay my head,

Yet, gracious God, Thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead,

Nor lose Thy children in the grave.

My flesh shall Thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way
Up to Thy throne above the sky.

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