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S. M.

1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;

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Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

How dreadful was the hour

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once His vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke!

His Life and Blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

His honor and His breath

Were taken both away;

Joined with the wicked in His death,

And made as vile as they.

But God shall raise His head

O'er all the sons of men,

And make Him see a numerous seed,
To recompense His pain.

6 "I'll give Him," saith the Lord,
"A portion with the strong:
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold His honors long."

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Watts. 1709.

S. M.

O WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

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Beyond this vale of tears
There is a Life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that Life is love.
There is a Death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!

Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that Death to shun,

Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone!

Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee

The Life of perfect love,-the Rest
Of immortality.

James Montgomery. 1825.

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;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the powers of nature give.

3 Here let my constant feet abide;

Thou art the true, the living Way:
Let Thy good Spirit be my Guide
To the bright realms of endless day.

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4 The various forms that men devise,
To shake my faith with treacherous art,
I scorn as vanity and lies,

And bind Thy Gospel to my heart.

From Anne Steele. 1760,

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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.
Lord;

3 'Tis by Thy Death we live,

"Tis on Thy Cross we rest: Forever be Thy Love adored, Thy Name forever blest.

Unknown.

1 LORD, we confess our numerous faults,
How great our guilt has been:

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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.

6 Raised from the dead we live anew;
And, justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.

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Watts. 1709.

L.M.

1 GIVE to our God immortal praise!
Mercy and truth are all His ways.
Wonders of grace to God belong:
Repeat His mercies in your song.
2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown.
His mercies ever shall endure,

When lords and kings are known no more.
3 He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt and darkness and the grave.
Wonders of grace to God belong:
Repeat His mercies in your song.

4 Through this vain world He guides our feet,
And leads us to His heavenly seat.
His mercies ever shall endure,

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When this vain world shall be no more.

Watts. 1719.

C. M.

1 FATHER, how wide Thy glory shines!
How high Thy wonders rise!

Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power,
Their motions speak Thy skill;

And on the wings of every hour
We read Thy patience still.

3 But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,

Where justice and compassion join
In their divinest forms;

4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe;
We love and we adore:

The first archangel never saw
So much of God before.

5 When sinners break the Father's laws,
The dying Son atones;

Oh, the dear mysteries of His Cross!
The triumph of His groans!

102

Watts. 1709.

H. M.

1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full Atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest,

Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His Blood

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Throughout the world proclaim:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' Love.

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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