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than a brother.-PROV. xviii. 24.

[bore:

THOU, my soul, forget no more, The Friend who all thy misery Let every idol be forgot, But, O my soul, forget Him not. 2 Jesus, for Thee, a body takes, Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks, Discharging all thy dreadful debt; And canst thou e'er such love forget?

3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief,

And fly to this most sure relief;
Nor Him forget who left His throne,
And for thy life gave up His own.

4 Infinite truth and mercy shine

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8.8.8.6.

1792.

He ever liveth to make intercession.
HEB. vii. 25.

THOU, the contrite sinner's
friend,

Who, loving, lovest to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,

That Thou wilt plead for me.
When, weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray, Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,

Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, O plead for me.

5 And when my dying hours draw near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear,

Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. 6 When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array, Say, Thou hast washed them all

away;

Dear Saviour, plead for me.

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. 1833.

brought,

To purge themselves from sin:
Thy life was pure, without a spot,

And all Thy nature clean.

3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day, Was on their altar spilt:

But Thy one offering takes away
For ever all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran through several hands,

For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.

5 Once, in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not their own,
Did they within the veil appear,
Before the golden throne:

6 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,

Ascends above the skies;
And, in the presence of our God,
Shows His own sacrifice.

7 He ever lives to intercede

Before His Father's face: Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead,

Nor doubt the Father's grace.

5

He, in the days of feeble flesh,

Poured out His cries and tears;
And, in His measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.
He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

WHERE high the heavenly temple

stands,

[hands, The house of God not made with A great High Priest our nature wears, The Patron of mankind appears. 2 He who for men their Surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood,

Pursues in heaven His mighty plan, The Saviour and the Friend of man. 3 Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a Brother's eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains, And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, and agonies, and cries. 5 In every pang that rends the heart The Man of sorrows had a part; He sympathises in our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief.

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.
MICHAEL BRUCE. 1766.

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2 Though raised to a superior throne, 2 Where angels bow around,

And high o'er all the shining train,

With matchless honours crowned;

3 The names of all His saints He bears
Deep graven on His heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,

Our everlasting trust, [crowns,
When gems, and monuments, and
Are mouldered down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

THOU

dear Redeemer,

dying

We love to hear of Thee; [Lamb! No music's like Thy charming name, Nor half so sweet can be.

20 may we ever hear Thy voice

In mercy to us speak;

And in our Priest we will rejoice,

Thou great Melchizedek.

3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme, While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name, When all things else decay.

4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all the ransomed throng, Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,

And Christ shall be our song.

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S.M.

A shadow of good things to come.
HEB. X. 1.

LORD! refresh Thy flock! Athirst to Thee they cry; Thou art the spiritual Rock, Whence they must drink, or die.

O Lord! our sickness heal!
Thou, in our sufferings sore,
Wast lifted up, that we might feel
Sin's poisonous fangs no more.
Preserve us, Lord, from death!
Thou art the Lamb, whose blood,
Sprinkled o'er Israel's doors in faith,
A token was for good.

With many a bitter herb,
Of wishes dear subdued,

'Tis meet that, drest in pilgrim-garb, We take Thee for our food.

Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas! is nature's aid; The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 And can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound,

Ere life and hope for ever fly? 3 There is a Great Physician near; Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in His heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give!

4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,

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beauty.-ISA. xxxiii. 17.

YOME, ye that love the Saviour's

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name,

And joy to make it known;
The Sovereign of your heart proclaim
And bow before His throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned

With glories all divine; [round And tell the wondering nations How bright those glories shine.

flow;

In Him unite their rays:

You that have e'er beheld His face,
Can you forbear His praise?

4 When in His earthly courts we view The glories of our King,

foundation

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We long to love as angels do,

And wish like them to sing.

And shall we long and wish in vain ? Lord, teach our songs to rise! Thy love can animate the strain, And bid it reach the skies.

6 O happy period, glorious day! When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured To celebrate Thy praise. [lay,

ANNE STEELE. 1760.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
5 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

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ISAAC WATTS. 1707.

8.7.

And they sung a new song.
REV. V. 9.

ARK, the notes of angels singing
Glory, glory, to the Lamb!"
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
2 Ye for whom His life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong ;
Come, assist the choir of heaven,
Join the everlasting song.
Saints and angels thus united,
Songs imperfect still must raise;
Though despised on earth and
slighted,

Jesus is above all praise.

4 Filled with holy emulation,

Let us vie with those above; Sweet the theme-a free salvation! Fruit of everlasting love.

5 Endless life in Him possessing,

Glory, honour, power, and blessing, Be for ever to the Lamb.

saints,

[raise;