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TESUS! thy love can we forget,

And never bring to mind
The grace that paid our hopeless debt,

And bade us pardon find?
2 Can we thy life of grief forget,

Thy fasting and thy prayer;
Thy locks with mountain vapours wet,

To save us from despair? 3 Gethsemane can we forget,

Thy struggling agony;
When night lay dark on Olivet,

And none to watch with thee?
4 Our sorrows and our sins were laid

On thee alone, on thee:
Thy precious blood our ransom paid,

Thine all the glory be!
5 Life's brightest joys we may forget,

Our kindred cease to love;
But He who paid our hopeless debt,

Our constancy shall prove.

404 C. M.
MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
W Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'erflow. ; 2 No mortal can with him compare, si

Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair

Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw us plunged in deep distress, ko • And flew to our relief; For us he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all our grief. '.
4 To him we owe our life and breath,

And all the joys we have;
He makes us triumph over death,

And saves us from the grave, vt 5 To heaven, the place of his abode, :

He brings our weary feet,
Shows us the glories of our God,'.

And makes our joys complete. To 6 Since from his bounty we receive a

Such proofs of love divine,
Had we a thousand hearts to give, s
· Lord! they should all be thine.

405 88 & 7s.

TESUS, Lord of life and glory! : J Friend of sinners, hear our lays; o Humbly would our souls adore thee,

Sing thy name in hymns of praise. 2 O what debtors to thy kindness

Are we, God of boundless love! i
Thousands wander on in blindness,

Strangers to the light above. 3 Jesus, on thine arm relying,

We would tread this earthly vale; i. Be our life when we are dying; Be our strength when strength shall

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4 Let us mount the hills of glory,

Far from sins, and woes, and pains;
There, in perfect songs adore thee,
And in everlasting strains.

5s & 6s. OUR Saviour alone,

V The Lord let us bless, Who reigns on his throne, The Prince of our peace; Who evermore saves us,

By shedding his blood: , All hail, holy Jesus,

Our Lord and our God! 2 We thankfully sing

Thy glory and praise,
Thou merciful Spring
Of pity and grace;
Tby kindness for ever

To men we will tell;
And say, our dear Saviour

Redeemed us from hell.
3 Preserve us in love,
While here we abide:
O never remove
Thy presence, nor hide
Thy glorious salvation;

Till each of us see,
With joy, the blest vision,

Completed in thee!
407 7s & 6s.
0 LORD, thy love's unbounded!

So full, so sweet, so free!

Our thoughts are all confounded, to

Whene'er we think on thee:
For us thou camest from heaven, .

For us to bleed and die;
That, purchased and forgiven,

We might ascend on high. 2 0! let this love constrain us

To give our hearts to thee; Let nothing henceforth pain us,

But that which paineth thee.
Our joy, our ope endeavour,

Through suffering, conflict, shame,
To serve thee, gracious Saviour,

And magnify thy name.

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Do not we love thee, blessed Lord ?

Behold our heart and see;
And turn the dearest idol out, .

That dares to rival thee.
2 Is not thy name melodious still

To our attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,

Our Saviour's voice to hear?
3 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock

We would disdain to feed ?
Hast thou a foe before whose face

We fear thy cause to plead ? 4 Would not our heart pour forth its blood

In honour of thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death

To damp the immortal flame?

5 Thou knowest that we love thee, Lord;

But O! we long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more. 409 ' C. M.

TEACH us get more of thy blest ways,
I Thou Holy Lamb of God;
And fix and root us in the grace,

So dearly bought with blood. 2 O tell us often of each wound,

Of every grief and pain;
And let our hearts with joy confess,

From hence comes all our gain. 3 For this, O may we freely count

Whate'er we have but loss;
And every name, and every thing,

Compared with thee, but dross. 4 Engrave this deeply on our hearts

With an eternal pen;
That thus we may, in some degree,

Return thy love again,,,

410 S. M.

THE wonders of that love 1 No earthly tongue can tell, Which brought our Saviour from above

To ransom us from hell.. 2 For us he wept and bled, . : :

And suffered all his pain;
For us was numbered with the dead,

And rose to life again.