Thy mercy is for ever sure:
Thy righteousness shall still endure;
Through every age thy grace shall reign,
And none shall seek thy face in vain.
O may our God be ever blessed ;
His name be o'er the earth confessed;
And all his saints with one accord,
Join in the song,—“Praise ye the Lord.”
121. "BEHOLD the Lamb! Behold the Lamb:"
Descending from his throne above,
To take our guilt, to bear our shame,
To save our souls, and win our love.
Our sins and griefs on him were laid ;
He suffering bore the mighty load :
Our ransom-price he freely paid,
In groans, and pains, and tears, and blood.
Salvation is in Jesus' name;
He bids the dying sinner live ;
Pardon and peace abound through him,-
He doth the Holy Spirit give.
The troubled conscience knows his voice,
And all our inmost powers revive;
And sinners, changed to saints, rejoice,
Die to the world, to Jesus live.
122,
S. M.
MY soul repeat his praise,
Whose pitying love is great;
Whose anger
is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
God will not always chide;
And when his rod is felt,
His strokes are few compared with crimes,
And light compared with guilt.
High as the heavens are raised
Above this ground we tread;
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His grace subdues our sins;
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Does all our guilt remove.
123.
L. M. GOODNESS and mercy have pursued
My steps since I have seen the
light;
Favours each day have been renewed,
My sun has shone benignly bright,
But since I've put my Saviour on,
And been forgiven my every sin ;
My many mercies meet in one,
That I am his, and he is mine.
Nor need I grieve because I owed
A debt that might the world amaze;
My Lord accepts such gratitude,
As faith in duty, love in praise.
124.
L. M.
GREAT God of wonders ! all thy ways
Are matchless, God-like, and divine !
But the fair glories of thy grace,
O'er all thy name unrivalled shine. Who is a pardoning God like thee ? Or who has grace so rich and free? Angels and men resign their claim
To righteous mercy, truth in peace; These glories crown Jehovah's name,
With an incomparable grace. Who is a pardoning God like thee ? Or who has grace so rich and free ? In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God; Pardon of crimes of deepest dye,
Forgiveness sealed with Jesus' blood. Who is a pardoning God like thee? Or who has grace so rich and free? O may
this
strange, this matchless grace, This god-like miracle of love, Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
As praise shall fill the realms above.
Who is a pardoning God like thee ?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
125.
C. M.
HOW happy is the Christian state!
Past sins are all forgiven ;
An oath of God confirms the grace,
That lifts our hopes to heaven.
Though in the rugged path of life,
We heave the pensive sigh ;
Yet trusting in the Lord, we find
Delivering favor nigh.
If, to prevent our wandering steps,
We feel his chastening rod;
The gentle stroke shall bring us back
To our forgiving God.
And, when the welcome message comes,
To call our souls away,
Our souls, angel-borne, shall ascend,
To Christ and heavenly day.
126.
C. M.
BEHOLD th' amazing gift of love
The Father has bestowed
On us, frail sinful sons of men,
To call us sons of God.
High is the rank we now possess,
But higher we shall rise ;
Though what we shall hereafter be,
Is hid from mortal eyes.
But this we know, when he appears,
We shall be like our Lord;
For we shall see him as he is,
In power, enthroned, adored, Blessed with this high and heavenly hope,
We trials would endure;
And aim each day to purify
Ourselves, as Christ is pure.
127.
7's. GLORY be to God on high!
Heaven and earth resound with joy,
Joy, at news of pardoned sin ;
Peace on earth, good-will to men.
Hail, by all thy saints adored !
Mighty, everlasting Lord !
Thee with thankful hearts we praise,
Jesus, full of truth and grace.
Christ, the Lamb of God, once slain,
Paid our debt, and bare our pain :
Christ the Saviour, we confess,
Is our peace, our righteousness.
Reconciled by Him to God;
We proclai m hislove aloud;
And with boldness drawing nigh,
Father, Abba, Father !' cry.
S. M.
OUR Heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near ; We prove the fellowship most sweet,
And the communion dear.
The Lord partakes our grief,
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.
We love our living Head,
We bless his faithful care,
Our Advocate before the throne,
And our Forerunner there.
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