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2 Standing now as newly slain,

To thee I lift mine eye,
Balm of all my grief and pain,

Thy blond is always nigh.
Now as yesterday the same

Thou art, and wilt for ever be :
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,

Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'st am poor;
Dust and ashes is my name;

My all is sin and misery :
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought,

Bring I to buy thy grace;
Pardon I accept, unbought,

Thy proffer I embrace.
Coming as at first I came,

To take, and not bestow on thee ,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.
5 Saviour, from thy wounded side

I never will depart;
Here will I my spirit hide,

When I am pure in heart:
Till my place above I claim,

This only shall be all my plea,
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.

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Jordan.) HYMN 108. C. M.

OD of all grace and majesty,

If I have mercy found with thee

Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all thy mercies give,

And to my pardon join
A fear lest I should ever grieve,

Thy gracious Spirit divine. 2 If mercy is indeed with thee,

May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my tiberty,

Or sin against thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow

On a poor sojourner;
And let me pass my days below,

In humbleness and fear.
3 Still may I walk as in thy sight,

My strict observer see;
And thou, by reverent love, unite

My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,

At Jesu's feet abide :
So shall he lift me up at last,

And seat me by his side.
Shirland.] HYMN 109. S. M.

Y God, my life, my love,
To thee,

to thee I call :
I cannot live if thou remove,

For thou art all in all.
2 Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell :
'Tis paradise when thou art here,

If thou depart 'tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,

And no where else but there.

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4 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ;
They sit around thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above,

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,

Or but conceal his face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford;
No, not one drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll:
The circle where my passions move,

* And centre of my soul. 8 To thee my spirits fly,

With infinite desire:
And yet how far from thee I lie !

O Jesus, raise me higher.

Hamilton.] HYMN 110. L. M. 1 I God,

To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and lite or death is gain.
2 Take my poor heart, and let it be

For ever clos'd to all but thee!
Seal thou my breast, and let me wear

That pledge of love for ever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide

Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side!
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by thee move, and in thee live.

4 What are our works but sin and death,

Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe ?
Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move;

O wond'rous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King,

That thou should'st us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,

Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,

Our words are lost, nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,

My Lord, my love is crucify'd.”
ny Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,

To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm’ring tongues to tell

Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 3 First born of many brethren thou,

To thee, lo, all our souls we bow :
To thee our hearts and hands we give;
Thine may we die, thine may we live.

Arundel.] HYMN 111. C. M. 1

ESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,

Open the door to preach thy word,

The great, effectual door.
2 Gather the outcasts in, and save

From sin and Satan's power;
And let them now acceptance have,

And know their gracious hour.
3 Lover of soul3! thou know'st to prize

What thou hast bought so dear: Come, then, and in thy people's eyes,

With all thy wounds appear!

4 Appear, as when of old confest,".

The suffering Son of God;
And let them see thee in thy vest,

But newly dipt in blood. 5 The hardness from their hearts remove,

Thou who for all hast died : Show them the tokens of thy love,

Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.
6 Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree

To trample down their sin;
Thy hands stretch'd out they all may see,

To take thy murderers in. 7 Thy side an open fountain is,

Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of bliss,

And wash them white as snow.
8 Ready thou art the blood † apply,

And prove the record true: And all thy wounds to sinners cry,

"I suffer'd this for you!”

Bethel.] HYMN 112. C. M.


One God in persons three, Bring back the heavenly blessing lost

By all mankind and me. 2 Thy favour and thy nature too,

To me, to all restore; Forgive, and after God renew,

And keep me evermore.
3 Eternal Sun of Righteousness,

Display thy beams divine,
And cause the glories of thy face

Upon my heart to shine.

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