FOR ever here my rest shall be, My dying Saviour and my God, And cleanse and keep me clean. Wash me and make me thus Thine own, The atonement of Thy blood apply, Till hope in full fruition die, 70. Amen. S. M. Nor all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away its stain. But Christ, the Heavenly Lamb, A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love. Amen. 71. 8-7, 8-7, 4-7. ALLELUIA! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above! While your golden harps ye move. Alleluia! church victorious, Join not yet your melody. Alleluia! strains of gladness Suit not souls with anguish torn ; Best become our state forlorn; We with bitter tears must mourn. But our earnest supplication, Ours at length the strain shall be. 72. L. M. Amen. WE sing the praise of Him Who died, Inscribed upon the Cross we see The Cross! it takes our guilt away, It makes the coward spirit brave, The balm of life, the cure of woe, The sinner's refuge here below, To Christ, Who won for sinners grace Amen. Week before Easter. 73. RIDE on! ride on in majesty! L. M. Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry ; Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp, ride on to die; O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin, O'er captive death and conquered sin. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Ride on ride on in majesty! Ride on! ride on in majesty! Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain, ALL glory, laud, and honour Thou art the King of Israel, The company of Angels Are praising Thee on high, The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went, Amen. |