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176. The Guide and Protector. 8.7.4. 1 SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us,

D 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 !"

8.7.4. 1 HARK! 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 !

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

The Three Mountains. 78. 1 WHEN on Sinai's top I see

W 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.


“It is Finished !" L.M. 1 "TIS finished !” so the Saviour cried,

1 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.

100. The Way, Truth, and Life. C.M. I THOU art the Way! by Thee alone

1 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.


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The Cross. 1 TN 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.

182. Not Ashamed of Christ. L.M. 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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