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When beneath, to their darkness, the
wicked are driven, May our justified souls find a welcome in
heaven. 69. Christ Crucified. L.M. LADEN with guilt, sinners, arise,
And view the bleeding sacrifice ; Each purple drop proclaims there's room,
And bids the poor and needy come.
Sign'd their acquittances in blood;
Sinners, look up, and be releas'd.
Beam from the Reconciler's face ;
And bid your slavish fears depart.
And quickly fly to Jesus' arms;
Till you can call the Lord your own. 70. The Christian Pilgrim. 6,7. PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate;
Knock and weep, and watch and wait,
Weep, He loves the mourner's tears ;
Wait, till heavenly grace appears.
2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!
“ Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest.” Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe, and own'd, and bought, and blest; Safe from all the lures of vice,
Own’d, by joys the contrite know, Bought, by love and life the price,
Blest, the mighty debt to owe! 3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee
In a world like this remains ? From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear and shame, and doubt and pains. Fear, thro' hope of heaven shall fly;
Shame, from glory's view retire; Doubt, in full belief shall die ;
Pain, in endless bliss expire.
71. Psalm LXXI.
C.M. WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
" My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise.
Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd,
From whom those comforts flow'd. 3 When in the slipp’ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
And led me up to man.
With health renew'd my face ;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace. 5 Thro' ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
The glorious theme renew.
72. Psalm LXXII. HAIL to the Lord's anointed !
Great David's greater Son; Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
To set the captive free ;
And rule in equity. 2 Arabia's desert-ranger
To Him shall bow the knee ;
His glory come to see :
Ships from the Isles shall meet,
In tribute at His feet.
And gold and incense bring :
His praise all people sing.
He on His throne shall rest;
All blessing and all blest.
73. The Blood of Christ.
THERE is a fountain, fillid with blood, - Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
Wash all my sins away.
Shall never lose its power,
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save; When this poor frail and mortal tongue
Lies silent in the grave. 74. Baptism.
Ere yet the dawn of reason came;
Help us Thy worthy praise to shew! 2 The water on our foreheads fell ;
Within us let Thy spirit dwell,
3 Then dead to sin, to God alive,
May we as Christian soldiers strive,
Thy word believe, Thy paths pursue. 175. Psalm LXXV. 11. 13. SEVENS.
PRAISE to God! immortal praise
Let Thy praise our tongues employ. 2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring. 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain ;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; 4 All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the fertile land;
From her rich o’erflowing stores ; 5 These to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source from whence all blessings flow!
The world's foundations first were laid;