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* Death may our souls divide,
From these abodes of clay;

But love shall keep us near thy side
Through all the gloomy way.
Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt or fear?
If he in heaven hath fix'd his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

XLVI. L. M. STEELE.

Life of the Soul. John xiv. 19. 1. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires: Jesus, to thee I lift mine eyes,

To thee I breathe my soul's desires. 2 Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thy everlasting word,

That word which built the earth and sky?
If my immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal life is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives,

Here let me build, and rest secure.
4 Here, let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immoveable the promise stands;
Not all the powers of earth, or hell,

Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands,
Here, O my soul, thy trust repose;
For Jesus is for ever mine,
Nor death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

RIGHTEOUSNESS.

XLVII. L. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. Human righteousness insufficient to justify Mie. vi. 6, 8.

HEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near,
Or bow myself before thy face?
How in thy purer eyes appear?

What shall I bring to gain thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiply'd oblations please!
Thousands of rams his favour buy,
Or slaughter'd millions e'er appease?
Can these assuage the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain ?
Rivers of oil, or seas of blood,

Alas! they all might flow in vain.
4 What have I then wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast,

My glory swallow'd up in shame. 5 Guilty, I stand before thy face;

My sole desert, is hell and wrath;
Twere just the sentence should take place,
But O, I plead the Saviour's death !

I plead the merits of thy Son,

Who died for sinners on the tree; I plead his righteousness alone,

O put the spotless robe on me.

XLVIII. L. M. Leeds tune. MADAN'S COL.
Imputed righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6. Isa. xlv. 24.
JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;

Midst flaming worlds in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies, E'n then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath LIV'D and DIED for me. 3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, For who ought to my charge shall lay While through thy blood absolv'd I am, From sin's tremendous curse and shame. 4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, Thus all the armies bought with blood Saviour of sinners thee proclaim, Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 5 This spotless robe the same appears When ruin'd nature sinks in years: No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new.

60! let the dead now hear thy voice,
Bid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice,
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness,

PARDON.

XLIX. 112th. DAVIES.
The pardoning God. Micah. vii. 8.

GR REAT God of wonders! all thy ways

Are matchless, awful, and divine;
But the fair glories of thy grace

More godlike and unrivall'd shine;
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Crimes of such horror to forgive,
Such guilty daring worms to spare.
D

This is thy grand prerogative,

And none shall in the honour share
Who is a pardoning God like thee ?
Or who has grace so rich and free ?
3 Angels and men, resign your

claim
To pity, mercy, love and grace;
These glories crown Jehovah's name
With an incomparable blaze.
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Qr who has grace so rich and free?
4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy,
We take the pardon of our God,
Pardon, for crimes of deepest dye,
A Pardon seal'd 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 godlike miracle of love,

1

Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all th' angelic choirs above!
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?

L. C. M. STELLE.

Pardoning love. Jér. iii, 22. Hos. xiv. 4.
OW oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!

HOW

How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!

Yet sov❜reign mercy calls, "Return :”
Dear Lord, and may I come!
My vile ingratitude I mourn;

O take the wanderer home.

And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive.
And bid my crimes remove?

And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love!

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!

That can to love and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, & adore;

O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.

F

LI. . M. GIBBONS.

Divine forgiveness. Luke vii. 47.
ORGIVENESS! 'tis a joyful sound
To malefactors doom'd to die;
Publish the bliss the world around;
Ye seraphs, shout it from the sky!
2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine;
'Tis full, out-measuring every crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,

And feel no change, by changing time. § O'er sins unnumber'd as the sand,

And like the mountains for their size, The seas of sovereign grace expand, The seas of sovereign grace arise. 4 For this stupendous love of heaven What grateful honours shall we show? Where much transgression is forgiven Let love in equal ardours glow.

5 By this inspir'd, let all our days With various holiness be crown'd;

Let truth and goodness prayer and praise In all abide, in all abound.

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