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176.

The Guide and Protector.

8.7.4.

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!"

HAR

ARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary !

8.7.4.

1

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!

178.

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.

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4 Here I would for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me;
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

179.

"It is Finished!"

L.M.

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.

C.M.

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.

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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;

8.7.

All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

182.

Not Ashamed of Christ.

1 JESUS, and shall it ever be—

L.M.

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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