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2 When from the dust of earth 1 rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev'n then shall this be all my plea,
Jesus hath liv'd, hath dy'd for me."

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3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who ought to my charge shall lay?
Fully through Thee absolv'd I anı,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

5 This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruin'd nature sinks in years,
No age can change its glorious hue,
The grace of Christ is ever new.

6 O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice!
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord our Righteousness!

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Safety in Christ.

P. M.

LIGHT of the world; thy beams I bless;

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 snares my path beset,
Yet shall 1, Lord, the work complete,
Which Thou to me hast giv'n:
Superior to the pains I feel,

Close by the gates of death and hell
I urge my way to heav'n.

3 Still may I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do thy will,
And trust in thy defence!
My soul into thy hands I give;
And, if he can obtain thy leave,
Let satan pluck me thence.

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"TIS

"It is done. "

P. M.

IS done! th' atoning work is done!
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?

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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.

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Christ the best Friend.

NE there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of friend;

His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love!

2 Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed their blood? But our Jesus dy'd to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God:

This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased, Friend of sinners was his name; Now above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same:

Still he calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us Lord, at length to love;

P. M.

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We alas! forget too often,
What a friend we have above;

But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

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Christ the Believer's All.

IN Christ my treasure's all contain'd;
By him my feeble soul's sustain'd;
From Him I all things do receive,
Through Him my soul does daily live.

2 With Him I daily love to walk,
Of Him my soul delights to talk;
On Him I cast my every care;
Like Him one day I shall appear.

3 Bless Him, my soul, from day to day;
Trust Him to bring thee on thy way:
Give Him thy poor weak sinful heart;
With Him, O never, never part.

L. M.

4 Take Him for strength and righteousness;
Make Him thy refuge in distress;
Love Him above all earthly joy,
And Him in every thing employ.

5 Praise Him in cheerful, grateful songs,
To Him your highest praise belongs;
To Him who does your heav'n prepare,
And Him you'll praise for ever there.

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JESUS, my all, to heav'n is gone,
whom I fix my hopes upon;

His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.

2 The way the holy prophets went,
The way that leads from banishment;
The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long had sought,
And mourn'd because 1 found it not;
My grief a burden long had been,
Opprest with unbelief and sin.

4 The more I strove against their pow'r, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say,

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Come, hither, soul, I am the way."

L. M.

5 Lo! glad I come, and Thou blest Lamb,
Shall take me to Thee as I am:

Nothing but sin I Thee can give ;
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will 1 tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, Behold the way to God!

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