95 S. M. 1 LIKE sheep we went astray, 2 4 5 Each wandering in a different way, How dreadful was the hour When God our wanderings laid, How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustained the stroke! His Life and Blood the Shepherd pays, 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, 6 "I'll give Him," saith the Lord, 96 1 Watts. 1709. S. M. O WHERE shall rest be found, 'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, The world can never give 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 97 2 3 Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasured by the flight of years; Around the second death! Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that Death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, Here would we end our quest: The Life of perfect love,-the Rest James Montgomery. 1825. 1 In vain would boasting reason find 2 Jesus, Thy words alone impart 3 Here let my constant feet abide; Thou art the true, the living Way: L.M. 4 The various forms that men devise, And bind Thy Gospel to my heart. From Anne Steele. 1760, 98 99 C. M. Blest Saviour, nothing but Thy Blood 2 'Tis Thy atoning Sacrifice Hath answered all demands; 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, C. M. Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, 2 But, O my soul, forever praise, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God "Tis by the Water and the Blood Our souls are washed from sin. 5 'Tis through the purchase of His Death The Spirit is sent down to breathe 6 Raised from the dead we live anew; Watts. 1709. L.M. 1 GIVE to our God immortal praise! When lords and kings are known no more. 4 Through this vain world He guides our feet, 101 When this vain world shall be no more. Watts. 1719. C. M. 1 FATHER, how wide Thy glory shines! Known through the earth by thousand signs, 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power, And on the wings of every hour 3 But when we view Thy strange design Where justice and compassion join 4 Our thoughts are lost in reverent awe; The first archangel never saw 5 When sinners break the Father's laws, Oh, the dear mysteries of His Cross! 102 Watts. 1709. H. M. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, To earth's remotest bound; 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Ye mournful souls, be glad: 3 Extol the Lamb of God, 4 Throughout the world proclaim: The year of jubilee is come; Ye who have sold for naught The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. |