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Leave the fountain-head of bliss,
Stoop to creature happiness.

Whom have I on earth below?
Only thee I long to know;
Whom have I in heaven but thee?
Thou art all in all to me.

All my treasure' is above,
All my riches is thy love:
Who the worth of love can tell?
Infinite ! unsearchable! ::

Nothing else may I require;
Let me thee alone desire;
Pleas'd with what thy love provides,
Wean'd from all the world besides.

97. Christ our Righteousness.

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
’Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall 'I lift up my head.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Ev'n then shall this be all my plea,

Jesus hath liv'd and dy'd for me.'


Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully thro' thee absolv'd I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I am.

This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,

grace of Christ is ever new.

O let the dead now hear thy voice
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice,
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our righteousness.


Christ the Physician of Souls.

DEEP are the wounds which sin has made,

Where shall the sipner find a cure ? In vain alas! is nature's aid,

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.

Sin, like a raging fever, reigns,
With fatal strength in every part,

The dire contagion fills the veins,

And spreads its poison to the heart.
And can no soy'reign balm be found ?

And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,

Ere life and hope for ever fly?
There is a great Physician near,

Look up, fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear

Such ease as nature cannot give ! See, in the Saviour's dying blood,

Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow; 'Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,

For here a sov'reign cure is found,
cordial for the fainting heart,
A balm for ev'ry painful wound,


Christ the Redeemer.

ENSLAV'D: by sin, and bound in chains,

Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway, And doom'd to everlasting pains, );

We wretched guilty captives lay. Nor gold, nor gems, could buy our peace,

Nor the whole world's collected store

Suffice to purchase our release;

A thousand worlds were all too poor. Jesus the Lord, the mighty God,

An all-sufficient ransom paid : Invalu'd price! his precious blood

For vile rebellious traitors shed. Jesus the sacrifice became,

To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb

Beneath avenging justice fell. Amazing goodness! Love divine !

O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace, nor yield to sin,

Nor wear its cruel fetters more! Dear Saviour, let thy love pursue

The glorious work it has begun, Each secret lurking foe subdue,

And let our hearts be thine alone.
100. Names and Titles of Christ.
Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and pow'r,
That mortals ever knew,
That angels ever bore:

All are too mean
To speak his worth,
Too mean to set

Our Saviour forth.
But, О what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,

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Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav'nly grace:

My soul, with joy
And wonder see
What forms of love

He bears for thee.
Great prophet of our God,
Our tongues would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;

The joyful news
Of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd,

And peace with heav'n,
Jesus, our great high-priest,
Offer'd his blood and dy'd;
Thou guilty sinner seek
No sacrifice beside :

His pow’rful blood
Did once atone,
And now it pleads

Before the throne..
Thou dear Almighty Lord,
Our Conqu’ror and our King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace we sing.

Thine is the pow'r;
O may we sit,
In willing bonds,
Beneath thy feet !

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