1031.* T. 58. LORD God, Abba Father, With us unites in praise and adora- 2. Unto thee we render Eternal praises, 1032.* T.125. OUR Father, great and glorious, 1033. T. 68. O eternal Word, Jesus Christ, our Lord! While the hosts of heav'n adore thee, 1035.* T. 22. GOD Holy Ghost, how gloriously, We with awe fall down before thee, THOU promis'd Comforter, And with rapture raise Songs of love and praise. 2. God and man indeed, Comfort in all need, 'Thou becam'st a man of sorrows, To gain life eternal for uș, 1034. T.22. LORD Jesus, praise to thee be giv'n, Creator both of earth and heav'n, Who wast from everlasting Lord, And art as God and man ador'd. 2. Praise be to thee in Ch ristendom, Who was, who art, and art to come; Thy laudsshalldwell upon our tongues, All saints and angels join our songs. 3. Thy incarnation claims our praise, We thank thee for thy boundless, grace, Fruit of the Saviour's pray'r, Thee the world cannot receive,` Thee they neither know nor see, Dead is all the life they live, Dark their light, while void of thee. 2. Yet I partake thy grace, Thro' Christ, my righteousness, Mine the gifts thou dost impart, Mine the unction from above, Pardon written on my heart, Light and life and joy and love. 3. Thee I exult to feel, *B Thou in my heart dost dwell, I, ev'n I, am born of God. Int'rest in the spotless Lamb, Joy, that ages ne'er can move, 6. Pledge of the promise giv'n, 7. Thou art my inward guide, 1038. Holy Ghost, on thee I call, 1037*. T. 155. PRAISE the Spirit's mighty work, Ruling by his influence Doth he not from Jesus' merit, IV. Of FAITH in CHRIST. T. 167. ERE we know our lost condition, "I have wrought out full salvation, For thy precious life and death, 1040. T. 121. THE Lamb of God was slain, Righteousness and peace, our own: sing, Then our hearts with rapture glow; Streams of comfort, rich, unceasing, From the wounds of Jesus flow. 1039. T. 167. To the wounded sinner's sight; "I have life and peace to give; His grace, in ruin lie, 2. His people now confess As if I too one of Christ's murderers 4. Then whisper'd the foe, Still plotting our woe, "Tosin, death, and me "A slave thou yet art, and for ever 4. Impress this truth upon my breast, shalt be." "Come, sinful and base, That thou for me hast died, That I in thee with confidence, For ever may abide. 1044. T. 96. ITO my God am reconcil'd, With joy his pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me his adopted child, His love forbids all anxious fear; "Receive, tho' unworthy, my par- With confidence I now draw nigh, don and grace." And Abba! Abba Father! cry. V. Of Thankfulness for Christ's Birth and Death. 1045. T. 147. IMPRESS'D with filial fear, Thou Messenger anointed, 1046. T. 126. I look to Jesus' cross, For Him count all things loss, 2. I'm lost in deepest wonder, On his amazing grace; 3. Grace thro' the blood of Jesus, The contrite soul's delight! Should we of this lose sight, Our worthless names engraven In Jesus' nail-prints see. 4. O were his death impressed Our lot would be most blessed Then when his rod and staff impart 1047.* T. 126. O what complete salvation I find true happiness; Rejoice, ev'n when in pain, 3. Nought but my Saviour's passion, Of world and sin depart: 4. O Lamb of God tormented! 5. I trust in Jesus' merit, My life flows from his death, Before the eye of faith 1048. T. 185. IF to me experience had not proved, What surpasseth human thought, That my Saviour, by compassion moved, 1049. T. 10. HEAR, while I am revealing, With me a worthless creature. 4. From death to life he raised 5. The eye of faith he giveth, {{ An ear, to hear with pleasure His word, that sacred treasure. 6. He graciously conducts me; The Holy Ghost instructs me; To understand more fully His mind, and know him truly. 7. From Jesu's blood and merit, I gain new life and spirit," Forgiveness, grace, salvation, Strength, joy, and consolation, 8. My spirit him embraces, He all my wants redresses, I in his love's fruition, Am happy without vision. 9. Am I, of him possessed, Already here so blessed; What joys shall I be tasting, When in his presence resting. 10. While, lost in deepest wonder, On my blest lot I ponder, Tears down my cheeks are stealing, These best declare my feeling. 1050. T. 205. ALL the bliss, which we pessess, Is deriv'd from Jesus' cross; Reconcil'd and saved us; Lord, our comfort. joy and peace, PRAISE be to Christ! for us he vict'ry gain'd, In judgement he our cause by right obtain'd, We are his thro' mercy: to him our Saviour |