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Complete thy.work, and crown thy grace, That I may faithful
prove; And listen to that small still voice,
Which only whispers love. This unction may I ever feel,
This teaching from my Lord, And learn obedience to thy voice,
Thy soft reviving word!
Poor, weak, and worthless, tho I am,
I have a rich almighty Friend ; Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,
Who freely loves, and without end. He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And, by his pow'r, my foes controllid; He found me wand'ring far from God,
And brought me to his chosen fold. He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says, that I shall shortly be Enthron'd with him above the skies,
0! what a friend is Christ to me!
The only source of joy ;
He is the sov'reign Lord of lords ;
The sov’reign King of kings;
With healing in his wings.
My Brother and my Love; My Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,
My Advocate above; Christ is to me the heav'n of heav'n,
Christ, O what shall I call : Christ is the first, Christ is the last,
Christ is my all in all.
Music, at first by heav'n design'd,
Lord, when together here we meet,
And taste thy heay'nly grace,
We're loth to leave the place.
Upon the sacred road,
And keep us close to God.
Wbile earth is our abode,
Communion on the road.
559. HALL, Jesus, hail, our great High Priest, Enter'd into thy glorious rest, That hols, happy place above! Thou hast the conquest more than gain’d, The everlasting bliss obtain'd, For all who trust thy dying love. The blood of goats and bullocks slain, Could never purge our guilty stain, Could never for our sins atone; But thou thine own most precious blood Hast spilt to quench the wrath of God, Hast sav'd us by thy blood alone.
Shed on the altar of thy cross,
Not without blood thou pray'st above: