SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us,
Without Thee we cannot go;
Thou from cruel chains hast freed us, Thou hast laid the tyrant low: Let Thy presence
Cheer us all our journey through. 2 When we halt (no track discov'ring), Fearful lest we go astray,
O'er our path Thy pillar hov'ring, Fire by night, and cloud by day, Shall direct us;
Thus we shall not miss our way. 3 When we hunger, Thou wilt feed us, Manna shall our camp surround; Faint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us; Streams shall from the rock abound : Happy Israel!
What a Saviour Thou hast found! 4 Then lead on, almighty Victor, Scatter ev'ry hostile band;
Be our guide, and our protector, Till on Canaan's shore we stand: Shouts of vict'ry
Then shall fill the promis'd land.
177. "It is Finished!"
ARK! the voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary !
See, it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth and veils the sky! "It is finished!"
Hear the dying Saviour cry!
2 Finish'd all the types and shadows Of the ceremonial law !
Finish'd all that God had promis'd; Death and hell no more shall awe; "It is finished!"
Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, Join to sing the pleasing theme: All in earth and all in heaven, Join to praise Immanuel's name! Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb.
The Three Mountains.
1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see God descend in majesty,
To proclaim His holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When in ecstacy sublime, Tabor's glorious height I climb, In the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace.
4 Here I would for ever stay, Weep and gaze my soul away; Thou art heaven on earth to me; Lovely, mournful Calvary.
1 "TIS finished!" so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed His head and died. "'Tis finished!" yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.
2 "Tis finished!" all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old; And truths are opened to our view, That kings and prophets never knew.
3 "'Tis finished!" Son of God! Thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to Thee.
180. The Way, Truth, and Life.
1 THOU art the Way! by Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And those who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee.
2 Thou art the Truth! Thy word alone True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart.
3 Thou art the Life! the empty tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in Thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm.
4 Jesus the Way, the Truth, the Life! Grant us to walk that way,
That truth to keep, that life to live, Which leads to endless day.
1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me, Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon our way, From the cross the radiance streaming, Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Not Ashamed of Christ.
1 JESUS, and shall it ever be—
A mortal man asham'd of Thee? Asham'd of Thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days.
2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own her star; He sheds the beams of light divine, O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon : 'Tis midnight with my soul till He, Bright Morning Star! bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush-be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then-nor is my boasting vain; Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Christ is not asham'd of me.
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