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OOCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,-
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar through tracts unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne,-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

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HEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ, my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to 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 mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

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Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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C. WESLEY. 1745.

THOU eternal Victim, slain
A sacrifice for guilty man,

By the eternal Spirit made

An offering in the sinner's stead ;
Our everlasting Priest art Thou,
And plead'st Thy death for sinners now.
2 Thy offering still continues new ;
Thy vesture keeps its bloody hue;

Thou stand'st the ever-slaughtered Lamb ;
Thy priesthood still remains the same;
Thy years, O God, can never fail ;
Thy goodness is unchangeable.
3 O that our faith may never move,
But stand unshaken as Thy love!
Sure evidence of things unseen,
Now let it pass the years between,
And view Thee bleeding on the tree,
My God, who dies for me, for me!

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THOU, whose offering on the tree The legal offerings all foreshowed, Borrowed their whole effect from Thee, And drew their virtue from Thy blood: 2 The blood of goats, and bullocks slain, Could never for one sin atone :

To purge the guilty offerer's stain,

Thine was the work, and Thine alone.
3 Vain in themselves their duties were,
Their services could never please,
Till join'd with Thine, and made to share
The merits of Thy righteousness.

4 Forward they cast a faithful look
On Thy approaching sacrifice;
And thence their pleasing savour took,
And rose accepted in the skies.

5 Those feeble types, and shadows old,
Are all in Thee, the Truth, fulfilled ;
We in Thy sacrifice behold

The substance of those rites revealed.
6 Thy meritorious sufferings past,
We see by faith to us brought back;
And on Thy grand oblation cast,
Its saving benefits partake.

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INNERS, rejoice: your peace is made;
Your Saviour on the cross hath bled;

Your God, in Jesus reconciled,

On all His works again hath smiled;

Hath grace through Him and blessing given To all in earth and all in heaven.

2 Angels rejoice in Jesu's grace,

And vie with man's more favoured race;
The blood that did for us atone,

Conferred on them some gift unknown;
Their joy through Jesu's pains abounds,
They triumph by His glorious wounds.
3 Or, 'stablish'd and confirm'd by Him
Who did our lower world redeem,
Secure they keep their blest estate,
Firm on an everlasting seat;

Or, raised above themselves, aspire,
In bliss improved, in glory higher.
4 Him they beheld our conquering God,
Return'd with garments roll'd in blood!
They saw, and kindled at the sight,
And fill'd with shouts the realms of light;
With loudest hallelujahs met,

And fell, and kissed His bleeding feet.

5 They saw Him in the courts above,
With all His recent prints of love ;

The wounds, the blood! they heard its voice,
That heightened all their highest joys;
They felt it sprinkled through the skies,
And shared that better sacrifice.

6 Not angel-tongues can e'er express
The' unutterable happiness;

Nor human hearts can e'er conceive

The bliss wherein through Christ they live;
But all your heaven, ye glorious powers,
And all your God, is doubly ours!

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JESUS, to Thee we fly,

C. WESLEY. 1746.

On Thee for help rely:

Thou our only refuge art,

Thou dost all our fears control,
Rest of every troubled heart,

Life of every dying soul.

We lift our joyful eyes,
And see the dazzling prize,
See the purchase of Thy blood,
Freely now to sinners given;
Thou the living way hast showed,
Thou to us hast opened heaven.

We now, divinely bold,
Of Thy reward lay hold:
All Thy glorious joy is ours,

All the treasures of Thy love;
Now we taste the heavenly powers,
Now we reign with Thee above.

Our anchor sure and fast
Within the veil is cast;
Stands our never-failing hope
Grounded in the holy place;
We shall after Thee mount up,
See the Godhead face to face.

5 By faith already there,

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In Thee, our Head, we are ;
With our great Forerunner we
Now in heavenly places sit,
Banquet with the Deity,

See the world beneath our feet.
Thou art our flesh and bone,
Thou art to heaven gone;
Gone, that we might all pursue,
Closely in Thy footsteps tread;
Gone, that we might follow too,
Reign triumphant with our Head.

WAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb,

Wake every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's Name.
Sing of His dying love;
Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above,

For those whose sins He bore. 3 Sing, till we feel our hearts

Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
"Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ the eternal King.
5 Soon shall ye hear Him say,--
'Ye blessed children, come;'
Soon will He call you hence away,
And take His wanderers home.
There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim :
And sing in sweeter notes the song
Of Moses and the Lamb."

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