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C. M.


A RISE, my soul, my joyful powers,
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim

His glorious grace abroad.
2 He raised me from the depths of sin,

The gates of gaping hell,
And fixed my standing more secure,

Than 'twas before I fell.
3 The arms of everlasting love

Beneath my soul he placed, And on the Rock of ages set

My slippery footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode

Is walled around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark stands,

To shield the sacred place. 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,

And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life,

And bounds his raging power. 6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,

And tunes of pleasure sing; Loud hallelujahs shall address

My Saviour and my King. 82

10 God, my Saviour, and my King,
Fain would


soul her tribute bring; Join me, ye saints, in songs of, For ye

have known and felt his grace. 2 Wretched and helpless once I lay,

Just breathing all my life away;
He saw me weltering in my blood,
And felt the pity of a God.

3 With speed he flew to my relief,

Bound up my wounds, and soothed my grief,
Poured joys divine into my heart,
And bade each anxious fear depart.

4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord,

Deep in my breast I will record :
The life, which I from thee receive,
To thee, behold, I freely give.

5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise,

Through the remainder of my days;
And, when I join the powers above,
My soul shall better sing thy love.

AIL! my ever blessed Jesus,

Only thee I wish to sing ;
To my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.

2 0! what mercy flows from heaven!

O! what joy and happiness! Love I much ? I'm much forgiven,

I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,

Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,

Till my Saviour passed that way. 4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,

My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much? I'm much forgiven,

I'm a miracle of grace.
5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir,

Praise the Lamb enthroned above;

Whilst astonished I admire

God's free grace and boundless love.

6 That blest moment I received him,

Filled my soul with joy and peace; Love I much? I'm much forgiven,

I'm a miracle of grace.

C. M.


S on the cross the Saviour hung,

And wept, and bled, and died,
He poured salvation on a wretch,

That languished at his side.


2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame,

The penitent confessed;
Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,

And thus his prayer addressed:

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3 “ Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven,

Thou spotless Lamb of God,
I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,

And weltering in thy blood.


4 “Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,

In triumph shalt thou rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death,

And shine above the skies.

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5 “ Amid the glories of that world,

Dear Saviour, think on me, And in the victories of thy death

Let me a sharer be."
6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,

And instantly replies
To-day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.”

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C. M. WHAT is the thing of greatest price, ,

That which was lost in paradise,

That which in Christ was found ?

2 The soul of man, Jehovah's breath,

That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,

Heaven stoops to give it life. 3 God to redeem it, did not spare

His well-beloved Son;
Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear

The sins of all in one.
4 And is this treasure borne below,

In earthen vessels frail ?
Can none its utmost value know,

Till flesh and spirit fail ?
5 Then let us gather round the cross,

That knowledge to obtain ;
Not by the soul's eternal loss,

But everlasting gain. 86

DISTINGUISHING GRACE. 11s & 88. IN songs of sublime adoration and praise,

Ye pilgrims for Sion whu press, Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of days

His rich and distinguishing grace. 2 His love, from eternity fixed upon you,

Broke forth and discovered its flame,

When each with the cords of his kindness he

drew, And brought you to love his great name. 3 0! had he not pitied the state you were in,

Your bosom his love had ne'er felt; You all would have lived, would have died too

in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. 4 What was there in you that could merit esteem,

Or give the Creator delight? 'Twas even so, Father!” you ever must sing,

“Because it seemed good in thy sight.” 5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey,

While others were suffered to go The road, which by nature we chose as our way,

That leads to the regions of woe. 6 Then give all the glory to his holy name,

To him all the glory belongs ; Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his

And crown him in each of your songs.

GRACE! ?tis a charming sound,
Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way

To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace first inscribed my name

In God's eternal book ; 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,

Who all my sorrows took.

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