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."
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!
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.
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?
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.
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;
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.
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.
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.
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,
Come, hither, soul, I am the way."
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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