Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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Christ our Sacrifice.

1 NOT all the blood of beasts

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On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

5

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love.

106 The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. lxi. 10.

1 AWAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'Tis he adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm

He makes his

graces shine.

3 And lest the shadow of a spot

Should on my soul be found,

He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

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4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds
What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments, how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love
And hope and every grace;
But Jesus spent his life to work

The robe of righteousness.

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed
By the great sacred Three;
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy powers agree.

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1 WH

Redemption by Christ.

HEN the first parents of our race
Rebelled against their God,

And the infection of their sin
Had tainted all our blood,-

2 Infinite pity touched the heart
Of the eternal Son;

Descending from the heavenly court,
He left his Father's throne.

3 Aside the Prince of glory threw
His most divine array;

And wrapped his Godhead in a vail
Of our inferior clay.

4 His living power and dying love
Redeemed unhappy men ;
And raised the ruins of our race
To life and God again.

5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul
We joyfully resign;

Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own,
For we are doubly thine.

6 Thine honor shall forever be

The business of our days;

For ever shall our thankful tongues
Speak thy deserved praise.

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Glorying in the Cross.

1 THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord,

In thee I fix my trust,

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Encouraged by thy holy word-
A feeble child of dust:
I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea,

And 'tis enough-the Saviour died,
The Saviour died for me.

2 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,
My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the vail;

From strife of tongues and bitter words,
My spirit flies to thee:
Joy to my heart the thought affords-
My Saviour died for me.

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne,
When mortal strength is vain,
A heart with grief and anguish torn,
A body racked with pain-
Ah, what could give the sufferer rest,
Bid every murmur flee-

But this the witness in my breast
That Jesus died for me?

4 And when thy awful voice commands
This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands,
Is ebbing fast away-

Then, though it be in accents weak,
My voice shall call on thee,

And ask for strength in death to speak-
"My Saviour died for me.'

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HOW

Christ's voluntary Sacrifice.

OW condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!

Our misery reached his heavenly mind,
And pity brought him down.

2 When justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murmuring word.

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne:

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There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.

4 This was compassion like a God-
That when the Saviour knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.

5 Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great:
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor lets his saints forget.

6 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
And, with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.

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Praise to the Redeemer,

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw-and oh, amazing love!
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;

Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

6 Angels, assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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65 Salvation by Grace in Christ. 2 Tim. i. 9, 10. L.M. 1 NOW to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honors given;

He saves from hell-(we bless his name,) He calls our wandering feet to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of his own abundant grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels, doomed to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transaction past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
5 He dies!-and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.

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Thanks for Preserving Goodness.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,

Thy arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.

5 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;

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