3 From heaven he sent his only Son

To ransom us with blood,
To snatch us from the burning pit,

When on its brink we stood.
4 From death and hell he leads us up

By a delightful way,
And the bright beams of endless life

Doth round our path display.
5 Great God, we wonder and adore;

And to exalt such grace,
We long to learn the songs of heaven

Ere yet we reach the place.

187.
P.M.- The Attraction of the Cross.
10 MY Lord, I've often mused

On thy wondrous love to me;
How I have the same abused,

Slighted, disregarded thee!
To thy church and thee a stranger,

Pleas'd with what displeased thee:
Lost, yet could perceive no danger;

Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But unwearied thou pursu'dst me,

Still thy calls repeated came;
Till on Calvary's mount I view'd thee,

Bearing my reproach and blame;
Then, o'erwhelm'd with shame and sorrow,

Whilst I view each pierced limb, Tears bedew the scourge's furrow

Mingling with the purple stream. 3 I no more at Mary wonder Dropping tears upon

the

grave; Earnest asking all around her,

Where is he who died to save?

;

Dying love her heart attracted;

Soon she felt his rising power: He, who Mary thus affected,

Bids his mourners weep no more.

188.

C.M.-Looking at the Cross. 1 IN evil long I took delight,

Unaw'd by shame or fear;
Till a new object struck my sight,

And stopp'd my wild career. 2 I saw one hanging on a tree,

In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,

As near his cross I stood.
3 Sure, never till my latest breath,

Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,

Though not a word he spoke.
4 My conscience felt and own’d the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,

And help'd to nail him there. 5 Alas! I knew not what I did,

But now my tears are vain!
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?

For I the Lord have slain.
6 A second look he gave, which said,

“ I freely all forgive; “ This blood is for thy ransom paid,

“ I die that thou may'st live. 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays,

In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace)

It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy,

My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by him I kill’d.

189.

P.M.-Seeking after God. 1 THOU hidden Love of God, whose height,

Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows; I see from far thy beauteous light,

Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be

At rest, till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy secret voice invites me still,

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove; And fain I would, but though my will

Seems fix’d, yet wide my passions rove; Yet hindrances strew all the way;

I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. 3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought

My mind to seek her peace in thee! Yet while I seek, but find thee not,

No peace my wandering soul shall see. O when shall all my wanderings end,

And all my steps to thee-ward tend! 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,

The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in thee.
5 Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call: Speak to my inmost soul and say,

“I am thy Love, thy God, thy All!” To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love be all my choice!

190. P.M.—The Sinner's surrender to Grace. Acts ix. 6. 1 LORD, thou hast won, at length I yield; My heart

, by mighty grace compelld,
Surrenders all to thee;
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?

Love conquers even me.
2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,

I still had stubborn been:
But mercy has my heart subdu'd,
A bleeding Saviour I have view'd,

And now I hate my sin.
3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
Come, take possession of thine own,

For thou hast set me free;
Releas d from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers waiting stand,

To be employ'd by thee. 4 My will conform’d to thine would move; On thee my hope, desire, and love,

In fix'd attention join;
My hands, my eyes, my ears, my tongue,
Have Satan's servants been too long,
But now they shall be thine.

191.
C.M.- The Atonement of Christ. Rom. iii. 25.
1 HOW is our nature spoil'd by sin!

Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,

Or heal the painful wound.
2 In vain we seek for peace with God

By methods of our own;
Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood,

Can bring us near thy throne.

3 The threatenings of the broken law

Impress our souls with dread;
If God his sword of vengeance draw

It strikes our spirits dead. 4 But thy illustrious sacrifice

Hath answer'd these demands,
And peace and pardon from the skies

Come down by Jesus' hands.
5 Here all the ancient types agree;

The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see

Salvation through his name.
6 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!

'Tis on thy cross we rest; For ever be thy love ador’d, Thy name for ever blest.

192. P.M.- The Sacrifice of Christ pleaded. 1 PROSTRATE, with eyes of faith I see My Saviour fasten’d to the tree,

A victim on that altar laid,
Himself presenting to the skies,
The grand vicarious sacrifice,

The Righteous in the sinner's stead. 2 Well-pleasing to our God above His sacrifice of life and love

I plead before the gracious throne:
Father, a prodigal receive :
And bid a pardon'd rebel live,
The purchase of thy bleeding Son.

193. C.M.- The Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood

Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.