4 "Tis faith that conquers earth and hell
By a celestial power;

This is the grace that shall prevail,
In the decisive hour.

5 Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust His grace ;
A pardoning God is jealous still
For His own holiness.

425

1

CHRIS

HRIST and His cross is all our theme;
The Tyandles that we speak
mysteries that we

Are scandal in the Jews' esteem,

And folly to the Greek.

2 But souls enlightened from above
With joy receive the word;

They see what wisdom, power and love
Shine in their dying Lord.

3 The vital savour of His name

Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair and death.
4 Till God diffuse His influence down,
Like showers of heavenly rain,
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.

426

1

Q

UESTIONS and doubts be heard no more,
Let Christ and joy be all our theme;

His Spirit seals His gospel sure,

To every

soul that trusts in Him.

2 Jesus, Thy witness speaks within
The mercy which Thy words reveal,
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.

3 'Tis God's inimitable hand

That moulds and forms the heart anew;
Blasphemers can no more withstand,
But bow, and own Thy doctrine true.

4 The guilty wretch, that trusts Thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The sinful soul, averse to God,

Believes and loves His Maker's laws.

5 Learning and wit may cease their strife,
When miracles with glory shine:
The voice that calls the dead to life
Must be almighty, and divine.

1 HY works, not mine, O Christ!

TE

Speak gladness to this heart;

They tell me all is done;

They bid my fear depart.

2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.

3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruised soul;

Thy stripes, not mine, contain

The balm that makes me whole.

BONAR.

4 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the awful load
Of sins that none could bear
But the incarnate God.

5 Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
Would have been all too few.

6 Thy righteousness alone
Can clothe and beautify;
I wrap it round my soul;
In this I'll live and die.

428

1

DONE

6s. & 8s.

ONE is the work that saves;
Once and for ever done:
Finished the righteousness,

That clothes the unrighteous one:
The love that blesses us below
Is flowing freely to us now.

2 The sacrifice is o'er ;

The veil is rent in twain;

The mercy-seat is red

With blood of victim slain :

BONAR.

Why stand we then without, in fear?
The blood divine invites us near.

3 Upon the mercy-seat

The High Priest sits within;
The blood is in His hand

Which makes and keeps us clean:
With boldness let us now draw near,
That blood has banished every fear.

429

1

C. M.

O condemnation !" O my soul,

"Nis God that speaks the word;

Perfect in comeliness art thou,
In Christ, thy risen Lord.

2 In heaven His blood for ever speaks
In God the Father's ear:

His church, the jewels, on His heart
Jesus will ever bear.

3 "No condemnation !" precious word!
Consider it, my soul:

Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made thee whole.
4 Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb;
So shall we love Thy gracious will,
And glorify Thy name.

430

1

6s. & 4s.

Y faith looks up to Thee,

ΜΥ

MThou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine:

Now hear me while I

pray;

Take all my guilt away;
Oh let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

2 May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire:

As Thou hast died for me,
Oh may my love to Thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire.

U

PALMER.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to-day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray'
From Thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.

431

1

THOU that hearest the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on Thee?

I have no refuge of my own,

But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And His availing blood;

That righteousness my robe shall be;
That merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.

3 Then save me from eternal death;
The Spirit of adoption breathe;
His consolation send;

By Him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, "Thy Maker is thy Friend."