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2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see

That fountain in his day:
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all


3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav’d to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor lisping stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd

(Unworthy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,

A golden harp for me!
7 'Tis strung and tun’d for endless

years, And form’d by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears,

No other name but thine.

194. L.M.- The evil Conscience purified by the Blood of Jesus.

Heb. ix. 13, 14. 1 BLEST be the Lamb whose blood was spilt,

To sprinkle conscience from its guilt,
To ease its pains, to calm its fears,

And purchase grace for future years. 2 Cleans'd by this all-atoning blood,

We join in free access to God,
The living God, before whose face
Sinners in vain shall seek a place.

3 Rouse thee, my soul, to serve him still,

With cordial love, with active zeal;
Serve him, like his own Son divine,

Who made his life the price of thine. 4 Blest Jesus, introduc'd by thee,

The Father's smiling face I see;
And strengthen d by thy grace alone,

These grateful services are done.
5 Then must my debt from day to day
Grow with each service that I

pay; So

grows my joy, dear Lord, to be Thus more and more in debt to thee.


L.M.- Justification. 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness

My beauty are, my glorious dress: 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd,

With joy shali I lift up my head. 2 Bold shall I stand in that great day;

For who aught to my charge shall lay? Fully absolv'd through these I am,

From sin and fear, from guilt and shame. 3 When from the dust of death I rise,

To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then this shall be all my plea,
“ Jesus hath liv’d, hath died for me.'

196. L.M.-Justification and Perseverance. Rom. viii. 33. 1 SAY, who shall God's elect condemn?

'Tis Christ who for their ransom died'; Rising, he intercedes for them,

And they in him are justified. 2 Not tribulation, nakedness,

The famine, peril, or the sword, Nor persecution or distress

Shall separate from Christ the Lord. .

3 Nor life nor death, nor depth nor height, Nor

powers below, nor powers above, Nor present things, nor things to come,

Can change his purposes of love.
4 His sovereign mercy knows no bounds,

His faithfulness shall still endure;
And those who on his word rely,
Shall find his truth for ever sure.

C.M.-God's gracious method of adopting love. Jer, iii. 19.
1 AMAZING plan of sovereign love!

And doth our God look down
On rebels, whom his wrath might doom

To perish at his frown?
2 Doth he project a wondrous scheme,

In such a way to save,
That justice, majesty, and grace,

May one joint triumph have?
3 One look the stubborn heart subdues,

And at his feet they fall;
They own their Father with delight,

And he receives them all.
4 Number'd amongst his dearest sons,

The pleasant land they share;
On earth secur’d by power divine,

Till crown'd with glory there.
5 Father, in thine embraces lodg’d,

Our heaven begun we feel,
And wait the hour which thou shalt mark,
Thy counsels to fulfil.

198. S.M.-Christians begotten to God as the first-fruits of his creatures.

James i. 18.
1 NOW to that sovereign grace,

Whence all our comforts spring,
Let the whole new-begotten race

Their cheerful praises bring.

2 His will first made the choice;

His word the change hath wrought;
In him our Father we rejoice,

Nor be the name forgot.
3 Lord, may this matchless love,

Which thy own children see,
Make us from all thy creatures prove,

As the first-fruits to thee. 4 Sacred to thee alone,

Be all these powers of mine,
Then in the noblest sense my own,
When most entirely thine.

C.M.- A filial temper a proof of Adoption. Gal. iv. 6.
1 SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high,


humble claim;
Nor, while a worm would raise its head,

Disdain a Father's name.
2 My Father, God! how sweet the sound,

How tender and how dear!
Not all the melody of heaven

Could so delight the ear.
3 Come, Sacred Spirit, seal the name

On mine expanding heart,
And shew, that in Jehovah's grace

I share a filial part.
4 Cheer’d by a signal so divine,

Unwavering I believe:
Thou know'st I Abba, Father, cry,
Nor can the sign deceive.

200. S.M.-God bringing his people into the covenant under the rod. 1 HOW gracious and how wise

Is our chastising God!
And O! how rich the blessings are,

Which blossom from his rod!

Ezek xx. 37.

2 He lifts it up on high

With pity in his heart,
That every stroke his children feel

May grace and peace impart. 3 Instructed thus they bow,

And own his sovereign sway;
They turn their erring footsteps back

To his forsaken way.
4 His covenant love they seek,

And seek the happy bands,
That closer still engage their hearts

To honour his commands. 5 Dear Father, we consent

To discipline divine,
And bless the pains that make our souls

Still more completely thine.

L.M.-Afflictions sanctified by the Word.
1 O HOW I love thy holy word,

Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way,

I think upon it all the day.
2 What are the mines of shining wealth,

The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compar'd with those

Thine everlasting word bestows! 3 Long unafflicted, undismay'd,

In pleasure's path secure 1 stray'd;
Thou mad'st me feel thy chastening rod,

And straight I turn’d unto my God. 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart,

I bless thine hand that caus'd the smart;
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But sav'd me from eternal wo.

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