2 Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye, See where the great Redeemer stands, The glorious Advocate on high,

With precious incense in his hands! 3 He sweetens every humble groan, He recommends each broken prayer; The softest call before his throne,

May rise, and find acceptance there. 4 Teach my weak heart, O gracious Lord With stronger faith to call thee mine; Bid me pronounce the blissful word, My Father, God, with joy divine.

HYMN 126. 8, 7.

NEWTON.

Friend. Prov. xviii. 24.

NE there is, above all others,

10 Well deserves the name of Friend;

His is love, beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end.

2 Which of all our friends to save us, Could or would have shed his blood? But this Saviour dy'd to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God.

3 When he liv'd on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was his name;

Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We,alas! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above.

1M Upon the Saviour's brow;

AJESTIC sweetness sits enthron'd

His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;

Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

4 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine.

HYMN 128.

C. M. COWPER.

Fountain. Zach. xiii. 1.

THER

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb,thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be-till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;

1

When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.

HYMN 129. L. M.

BREWER.

Hiding place. Isa. xxxii. 2.
AIL, sov'reign love, that first began

Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place..
2 Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the offers of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.

3 Enwrap'd in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light,

Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure without a hiding place. 4 But thus the eternal counsel ran: "Almighty love! arrest the man I felt the arrows of distress, And found 1 had no hiding place. 5 Vindictive justice stood in view; To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;

But justice cry'd with frowning face: "This mountain is no hiding place." 6 But lo! a heavenly voice I heard— And mercy's angel soon appear'd; Who led me on a pleasing pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 7 On him Almighty vengeance fell, Which must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for his chosen race,

And now he is my hiding place.

HYMN 130.

1HE

who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains,

Now seated on th' eternal throne-
The God of glory reigns!

2 His righteousness to faith reveal'd,
Wrought out for guilty worms,
Affords a hiding place, and shield,
From enemies and storms.

3 When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,

To this high rock his people fun,
And find a pleasing shade.

4 How glorious He!-how happy they!
In such a glorious Friend!
Whose love secures them all the

And crowns them at the end.

way,

HYMN 131.

S. M.

WATTS.

1

Lamb of God. John i. 29.

гот all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

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

2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 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.