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4 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men:
That fill the heavenly train. 5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
And carried all my grief.
And all the joys I have:
grave. 7 His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head;
And guards my sleeping bed.
He brings my weary feet;
And makes my joys complete. 9 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Lord, they should all be thine.
P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
Cancell’d by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Stop, and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest,
Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing but redeeming love.
Those tremendous foes of ours,
Mighty in redeeming love.
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
C.M.- The Name of Jesus. 1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
Thou great Melchisedec.
While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud
With all the favour'd throng;
Worthy the Lamb!"
Join our glad theme: Beauty for ashes bring, Strike each melodious string, Join heart and voice to sing,
Worthy the Lamb!'
Dwell on his name!
Around the eternal throne,
A multitude unknown.
the old, Our Saviour and his flock appear
One Shepherd and one fold.
3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim's throng, Yet learn we in our low estate,
The Church triumphant's song. 4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeem'd above, Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.
Who died our souls to save;
Thy victory, O Grave?
To God in Christ be given;
Renew the strain in heaven.
S.M.—“ Get thee out of thy Country,” &c. Gen. xii. 1. 1 IN every time and place,
Who serve the Lord most high,
And still their own deny;
On earth as pilgrims rove,
And house and friends above. 2 Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
Enable me to go,
Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
I reach my heavenly home.
446. P.M.-Seeking a better Country. Heb. xi, 14. 1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide
Of all that travel to the sky; Come, and with us, even us, abide,
Who would on thee alone rely; On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place; But hasten through the vale of wo,
And restless to behold thy face; Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above. 3 We have no 'biding city here;
But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light; Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God. 4 Patient the appointed course to run,
This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerusalem to find; Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the new Jerusalem. 5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne,
Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King,
We find it nearer while we sing. 6 Rais'd by the breath of Love divine,
We urge our way with strength renew'd, The Church of the First-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;