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3 Glory to the almighty Father,
92 10s. 1 STARs of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light; These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the “Thrice holy, Lord!” ever and aye :
2 These are Thy counsellors; these dost Thou own, Lord God of Sabaoth ! nearest Thy throne. These are Thy ministers; these dost Thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.
3 Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
SIN AND REDEMPTION. 93 L. M.
1 BURIED in shadows of the night,
2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
3 Our very frame is mixed with sin;
4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
5 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess
94 C. M. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load 1 The heart unchanged can never rise To happiness and God.
2 Can aught beneath a power divine
3 'Tis Thine the passions to recall,
4. To chase the shades of death away,
5 0 change these wretched hearts of ours,
95 S. M. 1 LIKE sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God; Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour
Upon the Shepherd's head
3 How glorious was the grace,
5 But God shall raise His head
6 “I’ll give Him,” saith the Lord,
96 S. 51.
1 0 where shall rest be found,
'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
2 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a Life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
O what eternal horrors hang
3 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that Death to shun,
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
The Life of perfect love, the Rest
97 L. M. 1 IN vain would boasting reason find The path to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a doubtful road.
2 Jesus, Thy words alone impart
Eternal life; on these I live;
3 Here let my constant feet abide;
4 The various forms that men devise,
98 C. M. 1 IN vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own : Blest Saviour, nothing but Thy Blood Can bring us near the throne. 2 ”Tis Thy atoning Sacrifice Hath answered all demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Are blessings from Thy hands. 3 'Tis by Thy Death we live, O Lord; 'Tis on Thy Cross we rest: Forever be Thy Love adored, Thy Name forever blest. Unknown.
99 C. M. 1 Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been : Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. 2. But, O my soul, forever praise, Forever love His Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin and shame. 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are saved by sovereign grace Abounding through His Son. 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the Water and the Blood Our souls are washed from sin. 5 'Tis through the purchase of His Death Who hung upon the Tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we.