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2 Standing now as newly slain,

To thee I lift mine eye,

Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy blood is always migh.

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 mever 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.

Jordan.] HYMN 108. C. M.

1 (N OD of all grace and majesty, Supremely great and good,

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.
If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
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.

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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 THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within thy wounds; then pain
Is sweet, and life 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.

3 Still let the publicans draw near:
Open the door of faith and heaven;
And grant their hearts thy word to hear,
And witness all their sins forgiven.

Alfreton.] HYMN 104. L. M.
ESUS, my Advocate above, .

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My Friend before the throne of love:

If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there;
If thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to thine.
2 Fain would I know my utmost ill,
And groan my nature's weight to feel !
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul:
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scatter'd o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God.

3 Jesus, my heart’s desire obtain;
My earnest suit present, and gain:
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin;
A sharper sense of guilt within;
A stronger struggling to get free;
A keener appetite for thee.

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My life, my only heaven thou art;
O might I feel thee in my heart!

Watchman.] HYMN 105. S. M.

1 PIRIT of faith, come down,
Reveal the things of God;
And make to us the Godhead known,
And witness with the blood: -
'Tis thine the blood t” apply,
And give us eyes to see;
Who did for every sinner die,
Hath surely died for me.

2 No man can truly say

That Jesus is the Lord;

Unless thou take the veil away,
And breathe the living word:
Then, only them we feel
Our int’rest in his blood;

And cry with joy unspeakable,
“Thou art my Lord, my God!”

3 O that the world might know
The all-atoming Lamb .
Spirit of faith, descend and show
The virtue of his name:
The grace which all may find,
The saving power impart;
And testify to all mankind,
And speak in every heart.
4 Inspire the living faith,
Which, whosoe'er receives,
The witness in himself he hath,
And consciously believes:
The faith that conquers all,
And doth the mountain move;
And saves whoe’er on Jesus call,
And perfects them in love.

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