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ASK YE WHAT GREAT THING I KNOW.

Rev. Dr. BENJAMIN HALL KENNEDY. His numerous hymns were first pub lished in his Psalter, 1860, and Hymnol. Christiana, 1863.

ASK ye what great thing I know

That delights and stirs me so?

What the high reward I win?
Whose the Name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

What is faith's foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load
Purchased for me peace with God,
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Who is He that makes me wise
To discern where duty lies?
Who is He that makes me true,
Duty, when discerned, to do?

Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Who defeats my fiercest foes?
Who consoles my saddest woes?
Who revives my fainting heart,
Healing all its hidden smart?

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Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on His right,
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so:
Faith in Him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o'er the grave, –
Jesus Christ, the Crucified.

OPPRESSED WITH NOON-DAY'S
SCORCHING HEAT.

"The Shadow of the Cross." By HORATIUS BONAR, D.D., Hymns of Faith and Hope, First Series.

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PPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat,
To yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat;

No shade like this for me!

Beneath that cross clear waters burst,
A fountain sparkling free;
And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

CLING TO THE CRUCIFIED.

A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;
Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!

For burdened ones a resting-place,
Beside that cross I see;

Here I cast off my weariness;
No rest like this for me!

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CLING TO THE CRUCIFIED.

'Abide in Him." HORATIUS BONAR, D.D.; b. Edinburgh, 1808.

"Tecum volo vulnerari
Te libenter amplexari
In cruce desidero.”

OLD HYMN.

CLING to the Crucified!

His death is life to thee,

Life for eternity.

His pains thy pardon seal;
His stripes thy bruises heal;
His cross proclaims thy peace,
Bids every sorrow cease.
His blood is all to thee:
It purges thee from sin;

It sets thy spirit free;
It keeps thy conscience clean.
Cling to the Crucified!

Cling to the Crucified!
His is a heart of love,
Full as the hearts above;
Its depths of sympathy
Are all awake for thee:
His countenance is light,
Even to the darkest night.
That love shall never change;
That light shall ne'er grow dim:
Charge thou thy faithless heart
To find its all in Him.
Cling to the Crucified!

I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS.

HORATIUS BONAR, D.D. "The Substitute." From the First Series of his Hymns of Faith and Hope.

"Jesu, plena caritate
Manus tuæ perforatæ
Laxent mea crimina;
Latus tuum lanceatum,
Caput spinis coronatum,
Hæc sint medicamina."

I LAY

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us

From the accursed load.

I LAY MY SINS ON JESUS.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,

To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious, Till not a stain remains.

I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him:
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,

My burdens and my cares:
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.

I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine:
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord:
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is poured.

I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild:
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy Child.
I long to be with Jesus

Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angel's song.

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