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87 Unchangeable Love.
L. M. W HEN darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears, Then my Redeemer, then I find,
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 Strait I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And blush that I should ever be So prone to act so base a part,
And harbour one hard thought of Thee.
3 O let me then at length be taught,
What still I am so slow to learn,
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat;
But when my faith is sharply try’d, I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, wnd apt to slide.
5 But Oh! my Lord, one look from Thee
Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as willing to forgive,
As I am ready to repine ;
Be shame, and self-abhorrence mine
88 Going without the Camp, bearing the reproach of
Christ. P. M.
COME my Father's family,
Ye ransom'd of the Lord ; Come, ye sinners, who with me,
Are ev'ry where abhorr'd; Let us gladly trace his steps
Who suffer'd death among the Jews ; Who the friendless soul accepts,
Whom all beside refuse.
2 Jesus, the despis'd and mean,
Our master let us own :
The Saviour, He alone.
Despis'd disciples let us be;
For you, my friends, and me.
3 None but Jesus will we sing,
None else will we adore;
Shall be for evermore.
Nor one on earth our praise may claim; None but Jesus call we ours,
None but the bleeding Lamb!
TF Jesus is ours, we have a true friend,
Our comforts may vary, our frames may
decline, We cannot miscarry, our aid is divine.
2 Though God may delay to show us his light,
3 The hills may depart, and mountains remove,
But faithful Thou art O fountain of love!
4 A moment he hid the light of his face ;
Yet firmly decreed to save us by grace:
5 Then tune every string to Jesus's name!
With angels we'll sing the song of the Lamb;
Thc Fountain Opened.
THERE is a fountain filld with blood
1 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy pow'r to save; When this poor lisping stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepard
(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!
7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form’d by pow'r divine,
No other name but thine.
Longing for an interest in Christ. L. M. 0 COME, thou wounded Lamb of God,
Come wash us in thy cleansing blood;
2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee :
3 How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou shouldst man to glory bring,
4 O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
5 First-born of many brethren thou,
To thee both earth and heav'n must bow ;