And trust in thy atoning death,
Whereon my bliss is grounded.
5. Thy mercy ne'er from me re-
But under thy direction (move,
Let me experience, while I live
On earth, thy kind protection.
6. May this each day be my em-
The fruits of thy blest passion (ploy,
Still more completely to enjoy,
And taste thy great salvation:-
7. Till I shall once behold thy face
In endless bliss and glory,
And for the wonders of thy grace

With humble thanks adore thee.
Abr. v. Gersdorf.

357.

LAMB of God beloved, Once for sinners slain, Thankful we remember What thou didst sustain; Nothing thee incited

But unbounded grace, To bear condemnation In the sinner's place. 2. I with sacred sorrow View Mount Calvary; But my soul rejoices

O'er thy death for me: Since thou by thy passion Didst for me atone, Take me as an offering;

Thine I'll be alone.

3. Lu thy wounds, O Jesus, I have found true peace; Thou in all distresses

Art my hiding-place: Unto thee I'll ever

Look with humble faith, And rejoice, and glory

In thy wounds and death. 4. I unworthy sinner Lie before thy throne;

T. 141.

'Tis done, my God hath died,
Break, this stony heart of mine;
My love is crucified!
Feel, my soul, the pangs divine;
Pour, my eyes, a ceaseless flood;
Catch, my heart, the issuing blood.
2. To love thee, Lord,ah, this
Ev'n here is heavenly bliss:
With thy love my heart inspire,
There by faith for ever dwell;
This I always will desire,
Nothing but thy love to feel.
3. He bore the curse of all,
A spotless criminal:
Burden'd with our crimes and guilt,
Blacken'd with imputed sin,
Man to save, his blood he spilt;
Died, to make the sinner clean.

4. Join earth and heaven to bless
The Lord our righteousness;
Sinn'd we All and died in One,
Just in One we All are made;
Christ the law fulfill'd alone,
Died for all, for all obey'd.
5. In him complete I shine,
His death, his life is mine;
Fully am I justified;

Free from sin, and more than free;
Guiltless, since for me he died,
Righteous, since he rose for me.
6. Jesus, to thee I bow,
Approach thee humbly now:
O the depths of love divine!
Who thy wisdom's stores can tell!

I LOVE the Lord! he lent an ear,
When I for help implor'd;
He rescu'd me from all my fear,

Therefore I love the Lord.

2. Return, my soul, unto thy rest: From God no longer roam; His hand hath bountifully blest: His goodness calls thee home. 3. What shall I render unto thee, My Saviour in distress! For all thy benefits to me,

So great and numberless?

4. This will I do, for thy love's sake, And thus thy power proclaim: Salvation's sacred cup I take, And call upon thy name. 5. Thou God of covenanted grace! Hear, and record my vow, While in thy courts I seek thy face,

And at thine altar bow:6. Henceforth myself to thee I give, With single heart and eye, To walk before thee while I live, And bless thee when I die. J. Montgomery.

Thou hast gain'd true happiness;
For thy death, which sets us free
From sin's cruel slavery;

For thy all-atoning blood, (God.
Which hath brought us nigh to
3. What can we-now give to thee,
For thy unexampled love?
We're unclean-and full of sin,
Till thou dost our guilt remove:
Is aught good in us, we own
'Tis not ours, but thine alone;
Unto us belongeth shame,
But all glory to thy name.

4. Thro' thy grace, may we always
Put our trust in thee by faith,
And rely-eternally

On thy meritorious death:
Fill our hearts with constant peace,
Till in thee we end our race,
And shall thee for evermore
'Midst the ransom'd hosts adore.
Countess Z. & Spangenberg.

361.

T. 159. I'M overcome with humble shame, And blushes fill my face, When I behold the suffering Lamb, And when my faith can trace How Jesus paid my ransom price, And gave himself a sacrifice; My gracious Saviour, near to thee I ever wish to be.

2. "Tis then with happy John I view
His body mark'd with scars;
Like Mary I his feet bedew
With floods of sinner-tears:
I'm struck with this most charm-
ing sight,

The Lamb of God is my delight;
The glory of the Trinity
In him by faith I see.

3. Free from the noisy, busy crowd, Here would I ever stay,

SWEET the moments, rich in bless.
Which before the cross I spend; (ing,
Life, and health, and peace possess
From the sinner's dying Friend. (ing
2. Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Low before his cross to lie;
3. Truly blessed is this station,
While I see divine compassion
Beaming from his languid eye.
4. Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

5. Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
6. May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go; (healing,
Prove his wounds each day more
And himself more fully know.

This, Lord, I do with many tears, And own, with wonder fill'd, Thy stripes and shame, thy griefs and prayers

365.*

Be engag'd with him alone,
Then were heaven on earth begun.
C. R. v. Z.
T. 205.
ALL the bliss-which we possess,
Is deriv'd from Jesus' cross;
He to God-hath by his blood
Reconcil'd and saved us:
Now his righteousness is found
Our salvation's only ground;
Hence all our felicity
Springs, here and eternally.
2. Amen, yea,-Hallelujah ;
Lord, our comfort, joy, and peace,
By thy cross-thou gain'det for us
Everlasting happiness:

Since the effects we richly prove
Of this wondrous act of love,
With what gratitude should we
Raise our hearts and eyes to thee.
Countess Z. and Gr.

366. T. 14. HOW can I view the slaughter'd Lamb,

And all his sufferings trace, And not sink down with humble shame,

And give him thanks and praise.

Made me thy pardon'd child.

3. Still be thy wounds to me more dear,

More precious every day:
Till I at thy pierc'd feet appear,
Dress'd in thy bright array.

367.*

J. Cennick.

T. 14.

THE impression of what Christ my friend

Hath done for worthless me, When he his life and blood did spend,

Attend me constantly.

2. O may I humbly onward move,
While dying here I stay;
And Jesus, whom unseen I love,
Prepare me for his day.

368.

C. R. v. Z.

T. 11

WHEN 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 for ever stay,
Weep and gaze my soul away;
Thou art heaven on earth to me,
Lovely, mournful Calvary.

J. Montgomery