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HYMN 263. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]

Christ a Saviour.

HE Saviour! oh, what endless charms
Dwell in the blissful sound!.

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Its influence every fear disarms,

And spreads sweet peace around. d 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels, lost in sin,

And doom'd to endless wo.

3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss, a boundless store!

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and all.

my

STEELE.

HYMN 264. C. M. Peterboro'. [*] Christ" the Way, the Truth, and the Life." John xiv, 6. NHOU art the WAY-to Thee alone

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From sin and death we flee;

And he, who would the Father seek,-
Must seek Him, Lord, in Thee.

2 Thou art the TRUTH-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the LIFE-the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conqu'ring 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 lead to endless day.

HYMN 265. 78. Hotham. [b]
Christ, the Rock of Ages.

p1R Let me hide myself in thee;

OCK of Ages, cleft for me,

Let the water and the blood,

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

Save from wrath and make me pure.

-2 Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

-3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

HYMN 266. C. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

Mentz. [b]

Christ our Example.

P1 BEHOLD where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

o 2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy,

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

3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,

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

4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood;

His foes, ungrateful, sought his life:
He labour'd for their good.

5 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!"
6 Be Christ our pattern and our guide,
His image may we bear!

Oh may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share.

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HYMN 267. P. M.

Greenville. [b]

Christ our Example in Suffering.
O to dark Gethsemane,

G Ye who feel the Tempter's power:

Your Redeemer's conflict see;

Watch with him one bitter hour:

SELECT.

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Turn not from his griefs away; Learn from Him to watch and pray. 2 See him at the judgment-hall,

Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned: See him meekly bearing all!

Love to man his soul sustained !
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain view;
There the Lord of Glory see,
Made a sacrifice for you,

Dying on th' accursed tree:
"It is finished," hear him cry;
Trust in Christ and learn to die.

4 Early to the tomb repair,

Where they laid his breathless clay; Angels kept their vigils there:

Who hath taken him away

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"Christ is risen!" he seeks the skies;

Saviour! teach us so to rise.

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MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 268. C. M. Woodstock. [b]

Christ precious. 1 Pet. ii, 7.

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 By him, my pray'rs acceptance gain,
Although with sin defil'd;

Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child,

4 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 1 ought.

5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath:

And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

NEWTON.

HYMN 269. H. M.

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Haddam. [*]

JESUS, harmonious Name!

It charms the hosts above:

They evermore proclaim

And wonder at his love;
"Tis all their happiness to gaze;
"Tis heaven to see our Jesus' face.

2 His name the sinner hears,
And is from sin set free:
"Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory:

New songs do now his lips employ,
And dances his glad heart for joy.

3 Stung by the monster sin,
My poor expiring soul

The balmy sound drinks in,
And is at once made whole :
See there my Lord upon the tree!
I hear, I feel, he died for me.

4 O unexampled love!
O all-redeeming grace!
How swiftly didst thou move
To save a fallen race!

What shall I do to make it known

What thou for all mankind hast done?

5 0 for a trumpet-voice,
On all the world to call!
To bid their hearts rejoice

In him who died for all!

For all my Lord was crucified :
For all, for all, my Saviour died.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 270. C. M. Abridge. [*]

Chief among Ten Thousand; or the Excellencies of Christ.

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TAJESTIC sweetness sits enthron'd
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have :

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

3 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;
o Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
4 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

HYMN 271. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]·
The Day of Pentecost.

• 1LET songs of praises fill the sky!

Christ, our ascended Lord,

Sends down his Spirit from on high,
According to his word.

o 2 The Spirit, by his heavenly breath,
New life creates within:

He quickens sinners from the death
Of trespasses and sin.

-3 The things of Christ the Spirit takes,
And shows them unto men;
The fallen soul his temple makes,
God's image stamps again.

s 4 Come, Holy Spirit, from above,
With thy celestial fire:

Come, and with flames of zeal and love

Our hearts and tongues inspire.

COTTERILL.

HYMN 272. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*]

1H Pierce the clouds of nature's night :

OLY GHOST! dispel our sadness,

Come, thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe thy life and spread thy light.

e 2 Hear, oh! hear our supplication,
Blessed Spirit! God of Peace!
Rest upon this congregation,

With th' abundance of thy grace.
3 Author of our new creation!
Bid us all thine influence prove:
Make our souls thy habitation;
Shed abroad the Saviour's love.

GEO. BURDER'S COL.