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2 Thou art the TRUTH—thy word alone

True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,

And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the LIFE--the rending tomb

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 that way to know,
That truth to keep-that life to win,

Whose joys eternal flow. 170. C. M. BEDDOME,

Life of his people. 1 OH what a treasure all divine

Is hid in Christ the Lord !
From him what rays of glory shine,

What peace his paths afford.
2 In him our light and life are found,

Though we were dead before;
And now he makes our joys abound,

Who all our sorrows bore.
3 When sore distressed, he to our aid,

On rapid pinions flies;
And to the wounds which sin has made,

A healing balm applies.
4 'Tis from his fulness we receive,

And daily, grace for grace;
That to his glory we may live,

And see him face to face. 171. C. M. WATTS.

Lamb of God.
1 BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb,

Amid his Father's throne;
Prepare new honours for his name,

And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet,

The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.

Those are the prayers of all the saints,

And these the hymns they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,

He loves to hear our praise. 1 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,

Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And we shall reign with thee.
5 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on his head.
172. C. M, DUNCAN

Lord of All.
1 ALL hail the great Immanuel's name?

Let angels prostrate fall:
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of alí.
2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our Gode

Who from his altar call;
Praise him who shed for you his blood,

And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,

A remnant week and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.
4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall;
Go spread your trophies at his feet,

And crown him Lord of all.
5 Let every kindred-every tribe,

On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe,

And crown him Lord of all. 6 Oh! that with yonder sacred throng,

We at his feet may fall; And join the everlasting song,

And crown him Lord of all. 173. 8s 78 & 4s. KELLY. I LOOK ! ye saints--the sight is glorious ;

See the man of sorrows New

From the fight returned victorious ;
Every knee to him shall bow:

Crown him!-crown him!

Crowns become the victor's brow. 2 Hark !--those bursts of acclamation

Hark !--those loud, triumphant chords Jesus takes the highest station : Oh, what joy the sight affords!

Crown him !-crown him!

King of kings, and Lord of lords ! 174. L. M. NEEDHAM.

Messiah. 1 GLORY to God! who reigns above,

Who dwells in light, whose name is love; Ye saints and angels if ye can,

Declare the love of God to man.
2 Oh, what can more his love commend,

Than his dear only Son to send !
That man, condemn'd to die, might live!

And God be glorious to forgive !
3 Messiah 's come, with joy behold

The days by prophets long foretold
Judah, thy royal sceptre 's broke,

And time still proves what Jacob spoke. 4 We see the prophecies fulfill'd

In Jesus, that most wondrous child:
His birth, his life, his death, combine

To prove his character divine.
5 Jesus, thy gospel firmly stands,

A blessing to these favour'd lands;
No enemy shall be our dread,

Since thou art risen from the dead. 175. C. M. WATTS.

Access to God by a Mediator. 1 COME, let us list our joyful eyes

Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there

Upon a throne of love.
2 Come, let us bow before his feet,

And venture near the Lord ;


No fiery cherub guards his seat,

Nor double-flaming sword.
3 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss

Are opened by the Son ;
High let us raise our notes of praise,

And reach th' almighty throne. 176. L. M. BEDDOME.

Morning Star.
1 YE worlds of light, that roll so near

The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,
Oh tell, how mean your glories are;

How faint and few compared with his ! 2 We sing the bright and morning Star,

Jesus, the source of light and love ;
His purest rays, diffused from far,

Conduct us to the realms above.
3 'Midst gloomy darkness spread abroad,

This light directs the pilgrim's way ;
Still, as he goes, he finds the road,

That leads him safe to endless day. 4 When shall we reach the glorious height,

Where this bright Starshall brightest shine; Leave far behind these scenes of night,

And view the lustre all divine. 177. C. M. BEDDOME.

Names of Christ. 1 JESUS! delightful, charming name,

It spreads a fragrance round;
Justice and mercy, truth and peace,

In union here are found.
He is our life, our joy, our strength,

In him all glories meet;
He is a shade above our heads,

A light to guide our feet.
3 The thickest clouds are soon dispersed,

If Jesus shows his face; To weary heavy-laden souls,

He is their resting-place. 4 When storms arise and tempests blow,

He speaks the stilling word ;

The threatening billows cease to flow,

The winds obey their Lord. 5 Through every age he's still the same,

But we ungrateful prové, Forget the savour of his name,

The sweetness of his love. 178. C. M. ANONYMOUS. 1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear! It sooths 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 we build,

Our shield and hiding place; Our never failing treas'ry fillid

With boundless stores of grace. 4 Jesus our Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

Our Prophet, Priest, and King; Our Lord, our life, our way, our end,

Accept the praise we bring. 5 Weak is the effort of each heart,

And cold our warmest thoughts, But when we see thee as thou art,

We'll praise thee as we ought. 6 Till then we would thy love proclaim

With ev'ry fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name

Refresh our souls in death. 179. L. M. VERMONT COLL. 1 THAT name to us sounds ever sweet,

Where grace and truth do always meet, Where righteousness doth peace embrace,

And opens wide a store of grace. 2 A meeting place it is indeed,

Where mercy meets a sinner's need; and opens wide a gracious store,

ficient to relieve the poor.

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