369 MELODY. C. M. I. P. COLE 1. Not all the out-ward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 227, 669, 581. 1 THOU art the Way; to thee alone, 2 Thou art the Truth; thy word alone, 3 Thou art the Life; the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in thee, Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Anon. 1 How sad our state by nature is; 2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace, And trust a pardoning Lord." 3 My soul obeys the almighty call, I would believe thy promise, Lord; 4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Be thou my Strength and Righteousness, Isaac Watts. 4 Oh change these wretched hearts of ours, 3 Down from the shining courts above, And give them life divine; Then shall our passions and our powers, 374 Almighty Lord! be thine. 399, 446, 201. Anne Steele. 1 IN vain we seek for peace with God 2 The threatenings of the broken law 3 But thine illustrious sacrifice Hath answered these demands, And peace and pardon from the skies Are offered by thy hands. 4 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord! 'Tis on thy cross we rest: Forever be thy love adored, Thy name forever blessed. Isaac Watts. With joyful haste he sped, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O for this love let rocks and hills Isaac Watts. 1 VAIN are the hopes the sons of men 2 Let Jew and Gentile equal stand, Isaac Watts. 2 The burdened heart must seek in vain For merit of its own; There's freedom from each crimson stain In thee, and thee alone. 3 Let him who feels his load of guilt The hopes that man on self has built 3 When penitence has wept in vain 4'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white, His heart that's touched with all our joys, 4 But thou, O Christ, whose blood was shed 5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord! For all who plead its power, 5 Thy tender heart has felt the weight 6'Tis faith that points them out to me When, fainting 'neath the load, I turn my longing eyes to thee, Unseal that cleansing tide: We have no shelter from our sin But in thy wounded side. 379 Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander. 399, 798, 201. 1 How great the wisdom, power, and grace, 2 Before His feet they cast their crowns,— 3 They tell the triumphs of his cross, 4 With them let us our voices raise, Benjamin Beddome 2 This world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, 4 Through Christ, the Life, the Way, James Montgomery. 1 GOD's holy law, transgressed, 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works which we have done, Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers, Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood; 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God. 4 High lifted on the cross, The spotless Victim dies; This is salvation's only source, Whence all our hopes arise. Benjamin Beddome. 382 236, 89, 191. 1 LIKE sheep we went astray, 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wanderings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour Upon the Shepherd's head! 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. 4 But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a numerous seed, Isaac Watts. 1 NOT what these hands have done Not what this toiling flesh has borne 2 Not what I feel or do Can give me peace with God; Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears, 3 Thy work alone, O Christ, Can ease this weight of sin; Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, Can give me peace within. Horatius Bonar. If he con- tend in righteousness, We sink beneath his rod. 151, 89, 403. 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, 3 All-seeing, powerful God! Who can with thee contend? Or who, that tries the unequal strife, 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, Their ancient seats forsake; 5 Ah! how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? William Cowper. |