4 No mortal can with him compare,

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

That fill the heavenly train. 5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,

He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.
6 To him I owe my life and breath,

And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the

grave. 7 His hand a thousand blessings pours

Upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours,

And guards my sleeping bed.
8 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;
Shews me the glories of my God,

And makes my joys complete. 9 Since from his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord, they should all be thine.

441.

P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,

Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace

Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,

Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curse remove,

Cancell’d by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas! who long have been

Willing slaves of death and sin,
Now from bliss no longer rove,

Stop, and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest,

Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing brought him from above-

Nothing but redeeming love.
6 He subdu'd the infernal powers;

Those tremendous foes of ours,
From their cursed empire drove;

Mighty in redeeming love.
7 Hither then your music bring,

Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

442.

C.M.- The Name of Jesus. 1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice

In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,

Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,

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;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

443.
P.M.- Praise to Jesus, the Lamb of God.
1 COME, all ye saints of God!
Publish through earth abroad,

Jesus's fame:
Tell what his love hath done;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,

Worthy the Lamb!"
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears;

Join our glad theme: Beauty for ashes bring, Strike each melodious string, Join heart and voice to sing,

Worthy the Lamb!'
3 Hark! how the choirs above,
Fill'd with the Saviour's love,

Dwell on his name!
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crown'd;
While all the heavens resound,
Worthy the Lamb!"

444.
C.M.— The Church militant learning the Church triumphant's Song.
1 SING we the song of those who stand

Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime and land,

A multitude unknown.
2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day the

young,

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.
5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,

Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting?

Thy victory, O Grave?
6 Then hallelujah! power and praise

To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,

Renew the strain in heaven.

445.

S.M.—“ Get thee out of thy Country,” &c. Gen. xii. 1. 1 IN every time and place,

Who serve the Lord most high,
Are call’d his sovereign will to embrace,

And still their own deny;
To follow his command,

On earth as pilgrims rove,
And seek an undiscover'd land,

And house and friends above. 2 Father, the narrow path

To that far country show;
And in the steps of Åbraham's faith

Enable me to go,
A cheerful sojourner,

Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
Till, guided by thy Spirit here,

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;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.