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Yours these blessings without end,

"It is finish'd;"

On his grace and power depend.

HYMN 182.

(P. M. HAYDN.)

Christ the Rock of Ages.

1 Rock of ages! cleft forme,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

HYMN 183.

(L. M. CANAAN.)

The cross of Christ.

1 WHEN We survey the wondrous cross, On which the Frince of glory died, Our richest gain we count but loss, And pour contempt on all our pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord! that we should boast, Save in the cross of Christ our God! Forbid all other hope or trust,

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But the atonement of his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4 Were the whole realm of nature ours, That were a tribute far too small; "Such love" exceeds our utmost powers, And claims our soul, our life, our all.

HYMN 184.

(s. M. PECKHAM.)

Christ the appointed Lamb of God.

1 Nor all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the troubled conscience peace, Or cleanse its guilty stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 Lord! we look back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the accursed tree,
And trust our guilt was there.

4 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We praise the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his dying love.

HYMN 185.

(P. M. HOTHAM.)

Jesus, the sinner's only Refuge.

1 JESUS! Refuge of the soul!
To thy sheltering arms we fly,
While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide us, O our Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Safe receive our souls at last.

2 Other Refuge there is none,
Where the helpless soul may flee;
Leave, oh! leave us not alone,
Since alone we look to Thee;
All our trust on Thee is stay'd;
All our help from Thee we bring;
Cover our defenceless head

With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ! art all we want;
More than all in Thee we find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind;
Just and holy is thy name;
Ours is from a guilty race:

We are full of sin and shame;
Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found; Grace to pardon all our sin :

Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep us pure within:
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let us take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within each heart,
Rise to all eternity.

HYMN 186.

(L. M. BATH AURICULA.)
The Christian not ashamed of his Saviour.

1 CAN it, Redeemer! ever be
That sinners are ashamed of Thee?
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor;
Oh! may we scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Thee! the sinner's Friend,
On whom our hopes of heaven depend?
No, when we blush, be all our shame,
That we no more revere thy name.
3 Ashamed of Thee, our Lord! we may,
When we've no sins to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no souls to save.
4 Till then-nor is our boasting vain,
Till then, we'll boast a Saviour slain;
And while in Thee we glory thus,
Oh! be not Thou ashamed of us.

HYMN 187.

(L. M. PANCRAS.)

The sinner pleading for mercy.

1 O LORD! how merciful art Thou!

Although of sinners we are chief,

Prostrate before thy throne we bow,
In humble hope to find relief.

2 Our Saviour! why should we despair?
Since for the vilest Thou didst die?
Wilt thou not hear the sinner's prayer?
Wilt thou not hear his secret sigh?

3 Oh! cleanse the thoughts of each vile heart, Help us to live to Thee alone;

Thy gracious Spirit now impart,
And take away the heart of stone.
4 Keep us from every evil way;
Preserve us from the sinner's doom;
Guard and protect us day by day;
And save us frm the wrath to come.
5 And when our spirits take their flight,
Oh! guide them to the realms above,
To dwell among thy saints in light,
Where all is joy, and all is love.
HYMN 188.

(L. M. CANAAN.)

The sinner pleading for mercy.

1 O LORD! my God! in mercy turn; In mercy hear sinner mourn:

To Thee I look, to Thee I cry; To Thee my trembling soul draws nigh. 2 Ah! what are sinful pleasures now, But thorns around my bleeding brow? Spectres that hover round my brain, And aggravate, and mock my pain? 3 For these I gave away my soul Now might thy thunders justly roll,

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