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The Lord our righteousness.

IN thy presence we appear;
Lord! we love to worship here,
When, within the veil, we meet
Thee upon thy mercy-seat.

2 While thy glorious Name is sung,
Touch our lips, and loose our tongue;
Then our joyful souls shall bless
Thee, the Lord our righteousness.

3 While to thee our prayers ascend,
Let thine ear in love attend;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes;
Hear us, for thy Spirit pleads.

4 While thy word is heard with awe,
And we tremble at thy law,
Let thy Gospel's wondrous love
Every doubt and fear remove.

5 While thy ministers proclaim
Peace and pardon through thy name,
In their voices let us own
Jesus, speaking from the throne.

6 From thy house when we return,
Let our hearts within us burn;
That at evening we may say,
We have walk'd with God to-day.

3 Life and peace to me impart; Seal salvation on my heart; Breathe thyself into my breast,— Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray; Keep me in the narrow way; Fill my soul with joy divine; Keep me, Lord, forever thine.

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JESUS

comes with all his grace,
Comes to save a fallen race;
Object of our glorious hope,
Jesus comes to lift us up.

2 Let the living stones cry out;
Let the sons of Abrah'm shout:
Praise we all our lowly King;
Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing.

3 We are now his lawful right;
Walk as children of the light;
We shall soon obtain the grace,
Pure in heart, to see his face.

4 We shall gain our calling's prize;
After God we all shall rise,
Fill'd with joy, and love, and peace,
Perfected in holiness.

5 Let us then rejoice in hope;
Steadily to Christ look up;
Trust to be redeem'd from sin,
Wait till he appear within.

6 Hasten, Lord, the perfect day;
Let thy every servant say,-
I have now obtain'd the power,
Born of God, to sin no more.

JESUS, plant and root in me
Plannd that was, in thee;
All
Settled peace I then shall find;
Jesus' is a quiet mind.

2 Anger I no more shall feel,-
Always even, always still;
Meekly on my God reclined;
Jesus' is a gentle mind.

3 I shall suffer and fulfil
All my Father's gracious will;
Be in all alike resign'd;.
Jesus' is a patient mind.

4 When 'tis deeply rooted here,
Perfect love shall cast out fear;
Fear doth servile spirits bind;
Jesus' is a noble mind.

5 I shall nothing know beside
Jesus, and him crucified:
Perfectly to him be join'd;
Jesus' is a loving mind.

6 I shall triumph evermore;
Gratefully my God adore;
God so good, so true, so kind;
Jesus' is a thankful mind.

7 Lowly, loving, meek, and pure,
I shall to the end endure;
Be no more to sin inclined;
Jesus' is a constant mind.

8 I shall fully be restored
To the image of my Lord;
Witnessing to all mankind,
Jesus' is a perfect mind.

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152 If we suffer with Him we shall reign 170-c.

with Him.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,

Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply.
2 Love's redeeming work is done,—
Fought the fight, the battle won:
Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,-
Christ has burst the gates of hell:
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath open'd Paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King;
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save;
Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?

5 Soar we now where Christ has led,
Follow our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.

2 Mightiest kings his power shall own; Heathen tribes his Name adore; Satan and his host, o'erthrown,

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 3 Then shall wars and tumults cease; Then be banish'd grief and pain; Righteousness, and joy, and peace, Undisturb'd, shall ever reign.

4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord; Ever praise his glorious Name;

All his mighty acts record,-
All his wondrous love proclaim.

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WHE

Calvary.

HEN on Sinai's top I see God descend, in majesty, To proclaim his holy law, All my spirit sinks with awe. 2 When, in ecstasy sublime, Tabor's glorious steep I climb, At the too transporting light, Darkness rushes o'er my sight. 3 When on Calvary I rest, God, in flesh made manifest, Shines in my Redeemer's face, Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 4 Here I would forever stay,Weep and gaze my soul away; Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary.

168-a.

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FATE

Unwearied earnestness.

ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee;
No other help I know:

If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whether shall I go?

2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour, to secure
My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;

And all my wants thou wouldst relieve, In this accepted hour.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:

O let me now receive that gift,-
My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace.

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WHY

HY should we boast of time to come,
Though but a single day?

This hour may fix our final doom,
Though strong, and young, and gay.

2 The present we should now redeem;
This only is our own;

The past, alas! is all a dream;
The future is unknown.

3 O, think what vast concerns depend
Upon a moment's space,

When life and all its cares shall end
In vengeance or in grace!

4 O for that power which melts the heart,
And lifts the soul on high,
Where sin, and grief, and death depart,
And pleasures never die.

5 There we with ecstasy shall fall
Before Immanuel's feet;
And hail him as our All in all
In happiness complete.

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WHE

THEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I view my Maker face to face,-
O how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:-

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,-
O how shall I appear?

4 O may my broken, contrite heart,
Timely my sins lament;
And early, with repentant tears,
Eternal wo prevent.

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late:

And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

3 And why, great God, are we thus spared, Ungrateful as we are?

O make thine awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries,-Forbear!

4 O turn us, turn us, blessed Lord,
By thine almighty grace;

Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And ever seek thy face.

5 Hear thou our prayers, and grant us aid; Bid wars forever cease:

Heal every breach that sin has made,
And bless our land with peace.

342 He waiteth to be gracious. 75-c.

JESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
Display thy saving power;

Thy mercy let the sinner find,
And know his gracious hour.

2 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, And crucified afresh,

Touch with thine all-victorious blood,

And turn the stone to flesh.

3 Open their eyes thy cross to see,-
Their ears, to hear thy cries:
Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee;
For thee he weeps and dies.

4 All the day long he meekly stands,
His rebels to receive;

And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live.

5 Turn, and your sins of deepest dye He will with blood efface;

E'en now he waits the blood to' apply;Be saved, be saved by grace.