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MY

The blood of sprinkling.

C. M.

Y God, my God, to thee I cry;
Thee only would I know;

Thy purifying blood apply,

And wash me white as snow.

2 Touch me, and make the leper clean; Purge my iniquity:

Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
I have no part in thee.

3 But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art;
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Whisper within, thou love divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.

4 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds,-
His wounds are open wide;

For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justified.

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Self-righteousness destroyed.
GOODLY, formal saint,
I long appear'd in sight;

By self and Satan taught to paint
My tomb, my nature, white.

The Pharisee within

Still undisturb'd remain'd

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S. M.

The strong man, arm'd with guilt of sin,

Safe in his palace reign'd.

2 But, 0, the jealous God

In my behalf came down;

Jesus himself the stronger show'd,

And claim'd me for his own.

My spirit he alarm'd,

And brought into distress ;

He shook and bound the strong man, arm'd

In his self-righteousness.

3 Faded my virtuous show,—
My form without the power;
The sin-convincing Spirit blew,
And blasted every flower:
My mouth was stopp'd, and shame
Cover'd my guilty face;

I fell on the atoning Lamb,
And I was saved by grace.

444

L. M.

Graven on the palms of His hands. ESUS, the Lamb of God, hath bled;

JESUS, the Lambs ofpon the tree;

Beneath our curse he bow'd his head;'Tis finish'd! he hath died for me. 2 See, where before the throne he stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer; Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there. 3 He ever lives for me to pray;

He prays that I with him may reign: Amen to what my Lord doth say; Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

No condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus. ND can it be that I should gain

An int'rest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he for me, who caused his pain?
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be,

That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
2 'Tis myst'ry all,-the' Immortal dies!
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine;
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore:
Let angel minds inquire no more.

3 He left his Father's throne above;
(So free, so infinite his grace!)
Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!
4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night:
Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray;

I woke; the dungeon flamed with light: My chains fell off, my heart was free,I rose, went forth, and follow'd thee.

5 No condemnation now I dread,Jesus, with all in him, is mine; Alive in him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness divine,

Bold I approach the' eternal throne,

And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

446

Embracing the Saviour by faith.

L. M.

NTO thy gracious hands I fall,
And with the arms of faith embrace;
O King of glory, hear my call;

O raise me, heal me by thy grace. Now righteous through thy grace I am; No condemnation now I dread;

I taste salvation in thy name,

Alive in thee, my living Head.
2 Still let thy wisdom be my guide,
Nor take thy flight from me away;
Still with me let thy grace abide,

That I from thee may never stray:
Let thy word richly in me dwell,-
Thy peace and love my portion be:
My joy to' endure and do thy will,
Till perfect I am found in thee.

447

The blood applied.

C. M.

N answer to ten thousand prayers,

Those d'ning God, descend

Number me with salvation's heirs,-
My sins and troubles end.

2 Nothing I ask or want beside,
Of all in earth or heaven:

But let me feel thy blood applied,
And live and die forgiven.

448

The highway of holiness.

L. M.

JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,—

He, whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,-
The road that leads from banishment,-
The King's highway of holiness,
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief a burden long has been,
Because I was not saved from sin.

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4 The more I strove against its power,
I felt its weight and guilt the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour say,-
Come hither, soul, I am the way.

5 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give,-
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say,-Behold the way to God.

449

The riches of His grace.

L. M.

HAT am I, O thou glorious God!

WHAT

And what my father's house to thee, That thou such mercy hast bestow'd

On me, the vilest reptile, me?

2 Me, in my blood, thy love pass'd by,
And stopp'd my ruin to retrieve;
Wept o'er my soul thy pitying eye;
Thy bowels yearn'd, and sounded,-Live!
3 Dying, I heard the welcome sound,
Received the blessing from above,
And pardon in thy mercy found,
Astonish'd at thy boundless love.

4 Honour, and might, and thanks, and praise,
I render to my pard'ning God;
Extol the riches of thy grace,

And spread thy saving name abroad. 5 I magnify thy gracious power, And all within me shouts thy Name: Thy Name let every soul adore; Thy power let every tongue proclaim. 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

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The covenant signed and sealed. THIS day the covenant I sign,

The bond of sure and promised peace;
Nor can I doubt its power divine,

Since seal'd with Jesus' blood it is;
That blood I take, that blood alone,
And make the cov'nant peace mine own.

2 But, that my faith no more may know
Or change, or interval, or end,—

Help me in all thy paths to go,

And now, as e'er, thy voice attend; And deign, O Lord, to call me thine, And I will dare to call thee mine.