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2 When from the dust of earth 1 rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
“ Jesus hath liv’d, hath dy'd for me.” 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who ought to my charge shall lay?
From sin and fear, frorn guilt and shame. 4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.
When ruiv'd nature sinks in years,
The grace of Christ is ever new.
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Safety in Christ.
P. M. TIGHT of the world; thy beams I bless; U On Thee, bright sun of righteousness,
My faith has fix'd its eye: Guided by Thee, through all I go, Nor fear the ruin spread below,
For Thou art always nigh.
2 Ten thousand spares my path beset,
Which Thou to me hast giv’n :
I urge my way to heav'n.
And trust in thy defence! My soul into thy hands I give ; And, if he can obtain thy leave,
Let satan pluck me thence.
« It is done."
P. M. OTIS done! th' atoning work is done!
1 Jesus, the world's Redeemer, dies ! All nature feels th' important groan
Loud-echoing through earth and skies The earth doth to her centre quake,
And heav'n as hell's deep gloom is black. 2 The temple's veil is rent in twain,
While Jesus meekly bows his head; The rocks resent his mortal pain,
The yawning graves give up their dead; The bodies of the saints arise, Reviving as their Saviour dies. 3 And shall not we his death partake,
In sympathetic anguish groan?
O Saviour! let thy passion shake
Our earth, and rend our hearts of stone ; To second life our souls restore, And wake us that we sleep no more.
ONE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;
They who once his kindness prove,
2 Which of all our friends to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood ?
This was boundless love indeed !
3 When he liv’d on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;
Still he calls them brethren, friends,
4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us Lord, at length to love ;
We alas ! forget too often,
But when home our souls are brought,
Christ the Believer's Ali.
2 With Him I daily love to walk,
Of Him my soul delights to talk;
3 Bless Him, my soul, from day to day;
Trust Him to bring thee on thy way:
4 Take Him for strength and righteousness ;
Make Him thy refuge in distress;
5 Praise Him in cheerful, grateful songs,
To Him your highest praise belongs;
JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon ;
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The way that leads from banishment;
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
And mournd because I found it not;
4 The more I strove against their pow'r,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
5 Lo! glad I come, and Thou blest Lamb,
Shall take me to Thee as I am:
6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;