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And how to shield us from the foes

Whom he himself o'ercame. ? 4 Nor time, nor distance, e'er can quench

The fervour of his love; . For us he died in kindness here,

For us he lives above.,
5 O may we ne'er forget thy grace,

Nor blush to bear thy name;
Still may our hearts hold fast thy faith;

Our lips thy praise proclaim.

206 H. M.

THE atoning work is done,
1 The victim's blood is shed; .
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead:
He stands in heaven, their great High

Priest, And bears their names upon his breast. 2 No temple made with hands

His place of service is:
In heaven itself he stands :

A heavenly priesthood his:
In him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw. 3 And though awhile he be

Hid from the eyes of men, His people look to see

Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory he will come, And take his waiting people home.

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L. M. WHERE high the heavenly temple

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stands,

The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears.

The guardian of mankind appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high,

He bends to earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our fellow-sufferer get retains

A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,

His tears, his agonies, and cries. 4 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,

To help us in the evil hour.
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NOW let our cheerful eyes survey

Our great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care,

And sympathetic love. 2 Though raised to a superior throne,

• Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the shining train,

With matchless honours crowned; 3 The names of all his saints he bears

Engraven on his heart; Nor shall a name once treasured there

E'er from his care depart.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,

Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns

Are mouldered down to dust. 5 So, gracious Saviour, on our breast, .

May thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,

To endless ages borne,

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OTHOU eternal Victim, slain
U A sacrifice for guilty man,
By the eternal Spirit made
An offering in the sinner's stead,
Our everlasting Priest art thou,

Pleading thy death for sinners now. * 2 Thy offering still continues new;

Thy vesture keeps its crimson hue;
Thou art the ever-slaughtered Lamh,
Thy priesthood still remains the same;
Thy years, O Lord, can never fail;
Thy goodness is unchangeable.

C. M.
W ITH joy we meditate thy grace

Thou great High Priest above;
Thy heart is made of tenderness,

Thy bosom glows with love.
2 Touched with a sympathy within,

Thou know'st our feeble frame;
Thou know'st what sore temptations

mean,
For thou hast felt the same.

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3 Thou in the days of feeble flesh

Didst pour thy cries and tears; And in thy measure feel afresh

What every member bears. 4 Then will our humble faith address

Thy mercy and thy power; We shall obtain delivering grace .

In the distressing hour.

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TATHER, hear the blood of Jesus,
I Speaking in thine ears above:
From impending wrath release us;

Manifest thy pardoning love. 2 0. receive us to thy favour,

For his only sake receive; Give us to the bleeding Saviour,

Let us by his dying live. 3 To thy pardoning grace receive them;

Once he prayed upon the tree; Still his blood cries out, Forgive them;

All their sins were laid on me. 4 Still our Advocate in heaven,

Prays the prayer on earth begun:
Father, show their sins forgiven;

Father, glorify thy Son!

DOMINION AND GLORY. 212

C. M.. so ITIS past-the dark and dreary night,

1 And, Lord, we hail thee now,

Our Morning Star, without a cloud:

Of sadness on thy brow. 2 Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,

Thy sorrows all are o'er;
And O! sweet thought! thy eye shall

weep, Thy heart shall break no more.' 3 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still

The love that brought thee low;
That bade the streams of life from thee,

A willing victim, flow. 4 The soldier, as he pierced thee, proved

Man's hatred, Lord, to thee; While in the blood that stained the spear,

Love, only love, we see. 5 Drawn from thy pierced and bleeding side,

That pure and cleansing flood,
Speaks peace to every heart that knows

The virtues of thy blood. Ono 6 Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy

Of pardoned sin alone,
But, happier, far, thy saints are called

To share thy glorious throne.

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RULER of the hosts of light!
IV Death hath yielded to thy might;
And thy blood hath marked a road,
Leading to thine own abode.
2 From thy dwelling-place above,

From thy Father's throne of love, 1

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