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He subdued th' infernal powers :-
Those tremendous foes of ours,
From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.
For this love we praises bring,
Strike aloud each cheerful string ;
Gladly join the hosts above,-
Join to sing redeeming love.

L. M,
POOR, weak, and worthless, though I am,

I have a rich, almighty friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is his name, He freely loves, and without end. He ransomed me from hell with blood, And by his power my foes controlled ; He found me wand'ring far from God, And called me to his blessed fold. He cheers my heart, my wants supplies, And

says that I shall shortly be Enthroned with him above the skies; O! what a friend is Christ to me!

114. 8's & 7's. ONE there is above all others,

Well deserves the name of friend ; His is friendship past a brother's,

His is love that knows no end. Not another friend to save us,

Would have come and shed his blood : Jesus lived and died to have us

Reconciled by him to God.

While on earth he lived in meekness,

He was named the “Sinner's Friend :" Now enthroned, he knows our weakness,

Learns our wants, supplies to send. Here our souls on him reposing,

Still he keeps in perfect peace; With salvation-walls enclosing, Till we see him face to face. 115.

C. M. INCESSANT love of fallen man,

Inspired the Saviour's breast;
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,

His kindness was expressed.
To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
Lowly in heart; by all his friends

A friend and servant found;
He washed their feet, he wiped their tears,

And healed each bleeding wound.
'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood;
His own, (ungrateful) sought his life!

He labored for their good!
In the last hour of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne,
With soul resigned, he bowed, and said,

“Thy will, not mine, be done !”

Be Christ my pattern and my guide,

His image may I bear!
May I both tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share.

116. 8's & 7's,
SEE! from Zion's sacred mountain,

Streams of living waters flow : God has opened there a fountain,

To supply the plains below: Through ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way; Life, and health, and joy bestowing,

Making all around look gay.
Gladdened by the flowing treasure,

All-enriching as it goes;
Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,

Buds and blossoms as the rose :
Trees of life the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
All who eat soon cease their mourning

Pleasures rise, and hopes abound.



L. M. FORGIVENESS! 'tis the joyful sound,

To this once guilty soul of mine ; 'Tis Jesus' grace that thus abounds, Outmeasuring, covering, all my sin.

For this stupendous love of heaven,
My soul, all grateful honours show;
How much transgression is forgiven;
So much returning love should glow.
By this inspired, let all our days
With gospel holiness be crowned;
Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise,
In all abide, in all abound.

S. M.
NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace, ,

Or wash away the stain.
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Bare all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.
At Jesus' call we came,

Beheld, believed, obeyed;
Received full pardon through his name,

And his good Spirit's aid.
Each soul now lays a hand,

On that dear head of thine;
While we, in faith, as suppliants stand,

Confessing daily sin.
In Jesus we rejoice,

Who does all sins reinove;
And, blessing him with heart and voice,

Adore redeeming love.

119. 8's & 7's. PRIÉST and Victim, Lord's Anointed,

All our sins on thee were laid ; As in love divine appointed,

Thou hast full atonement made. Now that thou hast opened heaven,

Peace for man hast made with God; We have all our sins forgiven,

Through thy name, thy cross, thy blood. While we're following, praising, pleading, Thou our mansions dost

prepare; Ever for us interceding,

Till around thee we appear.
Worship, honour, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive:
Loud thanksgiving, praise unceasing,
Are the least that we should give.

L. M.
O LORD, how just and true thy ways:

How sure thy word! how rich thy grace! From heaven, thy dwelling-place above, Flow down to us thy gifts of love. As high as thou, above our head, The starry firmament hast spread; So far exceeds thy wondrous grace, Our highest thoughts, our utmost praise. As distant as thy wisdom placed, The rising morning from the west; So far thou dost our sins remove, With all a father's pitying love.

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