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Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

415.

Christ a Friend, though injured.

1 FLow fast, my tears! the cause is great;
This tribute, claims an injured Friend:
One whom I long pursued with hate,
And yet He loved me to the end.
When death his terrors round me spread,
And aim'd his arrows at my head,
Christ interposed, the wound He bore,
And bade the monster dare no more.

2 Fast flow my tears; yet faster flow,
Stream copious as yon purple tide;
'Twas I that dealt the deadly blow,
I urged the hand that pierced his side.
Keen pangs, and agonizing smart,
Oppress his soul, and rend his heart;
While justice, arm'd with power divine,
Pours on his head what's due to mine.

3 Fast, and yet faster flow my tears,
Love breaks the heart, and drowns the eyes;
His visage marr'd tow'rds heaven he rears,
And, pleading for his murderers, dies!
My grief nor measure knows, nor end,
Till He appears the sinner's friend,
And gives me in a happy hour,
To feel the risen Saviour's power.

416.

The Lesson of Death.

1 OUR hearts are fasten'd to this world
By strong and endless ties;
And every sorrow cuts a string,
And urges us to rise.

2 When God would kindly set us free,
And earth's enchantment end,
He takes the most effectual means,
And robs us of a friend.

3 Since vain all here, all future vast,
Embrace the lot assign'd;

Heaven wounds to heal; its frowns are friends;
Its strokes severe, most kind.

4 To final good the worst events,
Through secret channels, run;
Finish for saints their destined course,
As 'twas for saints begun.

5 O! for that summit of my wish,
Whilst here I draw my breath,
That promise of eternal life,
A glorious smile in death.

417.

The Gain of Death.

1 SOVEREIGN of life, before thine eye,
Lo! mortal men by thousands die:

One glance from Thee, at once brings down
The proudest brow that wears a crown.

2 Banish'd at once from human sight,
To the dark grave's unchanging night,
Imprison'd in that dusty bed,

We hide our solitary head.

3 The friendly band no more shall greet,
Accents familiar once, and sweet;

No more the well-known features trace,
No more renew the fond embrace.

4 Yet if our Father's faithful hand

Conduct us through this gloomy land, Our souls with pleasure shall obey, And follow where He leads the way. 5 He, nobler friends than here we leave, In brighter, surer worlds can give; Or, by the beamings of his eye, A lost creation well supply.

418.

The emblems of Death.

1 SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound :-

2" Sons of Adam, (once in Eden,
Where, like us, he blighted fell,)
Hear the lesson we are reading;
Mark the awful truth we tell :

3" Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Number'd now among the dead.

4" What though yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let not cloudless skies deceive you; Summer gives to autumn place.

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5 Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay,

Thus we preach this truth concerning,
Heaven and earth shall pass away.'

6 On the tree of life eternal,

O let all our hopes be laid!

This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

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419.

Weak believers comforted.

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above

We every moment come.

3 His grace will, to the end,

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Stronger and brighter shine;

Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the love divine.

When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame;

Then is the time to trust our God,

And rest upon his name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside, at his control;

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His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.

Bless'd is the man, O God,

That stays himself on Thee!
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

420.

Beholding transgressors with grief. 1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts arise; To torrents melt my streaming eyes, And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils, which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; The Father wounded through the Son; The world abused; the soul undone.

3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night;

In flames, that no abatement know,
Though briny tears for ever flow.

4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,

And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.

5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.

421.

The example of Christ.

I AND is the gospel peace and love?
So let our conversation be;

The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life!

3 O how benevolent and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.

4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight:
Humanity and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.

5 Dispensing good where'er He came,
The labours of his life were love:
If then we love our Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move.

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