By Him Thy gifts impart,

Light, peace and joy, and love:
Seal of adoption in our heart,
Earnest of heaven above!

155." It is the Spirit that beareth witness." 1 John v. 6.

8's, 7's.

1 COME, Thou everlasting Spirit!
Bring to every thankful mind,
All the Saviour's dying merit,
All His sufferings for mankind.
True rccorder of His passion,
Now the living faith impart :
Now reveal His great salvation;
Preach His gospel to our heart.

2 Come, Thou witness of His dying!
Come, remembrancer divine!
Let us feel Thy power applying
Christ to every soul, and mine.
Plead in us with inward groaning:
While for Him we pierced, we grieve,

May we each the grace atoning
Of the sprinkled blood receive.

156.

"An offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour! Eph. v. 2. 8's.

1 VICTIM Divine, Thy grace we claim, While thus Thy precious death we shew. Once offered up a spotless Lamb,

In Thy great temple here below,
Thou didst for all mankind atone;
And standest now before the Throne.

2 Thou standest in the holiest place,
As now for guilty sinners slain.
The blood of sprinkling speaks, and prays,
All prevalent for helpless man.
Thy blood is still our ransom found,
And speaks salvation all around.

3 The smoke of Thine atonement here,
Darkened the sun, and rent the veil,
Made the new way to heaven appear,
And shewed the great Invisible:
WeH pleased in Thee, our God looked down,
And calls His rebels to a crown.

4 He still respects Thy sacrifice :
Its savour sweet doth always please.
The offering smokes through earth and skies,
Diffusing life, and joy, and peace:
To these Thy lower courts it comes,
And fills them with divine perfumes.
5 We need not now go up to heaven,
To bring the long-sought Saviour down:
Thou art to all already given;

Thou dost even now Thy banquet crown.
To every faithful soul appear,

And shew Thy real presence here.

157.

"Behold, I send an Angel before thee, to keep thee in the way." Exod. xxiii. 20.

1 THOU very paschal Lamb,

S. M. double.

Whose blood for us was shed,

Through whom we out of Egypt came!
Thy ransomed people lead.

Angel of gospel-grace!
Fulfil Thy character:

To guard and feed the chosen race,
In Israel's camp appear.

2 Throughout the desert-way
Conduct us by Thy light:
Be Thou a cooling cloud by day,
A cheering fire by night.
Our fainting souls sustain
With blessings from above;
And ever on Thy people rain
The manna of Thy love.

158. "The love of Christ, which passeth knowledge.”

Eph. iii. 19. C. M.

1 TO our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!

Oh may His love (immortal flame!)
Tune every heart and tongue.

20 His love, what mortal thought can reach? What mortal tongue display?

Imagination's utmost stretch

In wonder dies away.

3 He left His radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth, to bleed and die
Was ever love like this!

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to Thee;
May every heart with rapture say
The Saviour died for me.

5 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme Fill every heart and tongue;

Till strangers learn Thy glorious name, And join the sacred song.

159. "By whose stripes ye were healed." 1 Pet. ii. 24.

8's, 7's.

1 SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross we spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Here we sit, with transport viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood: Precious drops, our souls bedewing,

Plead and claim our peace with God. 3 Love and grief each heart dividing, With our tears His feet we'll bathe; Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from His death.

4 May we still enjoy this feeling;
In all need to Jesus go;

Prove His wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more fully know.

160. "He is not here: for he is risen.... Come, see the place where the Lord lay." Matt. xxviii. 6. P. M.

1 OH, SHEW me not my Saviour dying, As on the cross he bled;

Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,
For he has left the dead:

Then bid me not that form extended
For my Redeemer own,

Who, to the highest heavens ascended,
In glory fills the throne.

2 Weep not for Him at Calvary's station;
Weep only for thy sins.

View where He lay with exultation; 'Tis there our hope begins.

Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding
Amid the scenes He trod :
Look up and see Him interceding
At the right hand of God.

3 Still in the shameful cross I glory,
Where His dear blood was spilt;
For there the Great Propitiatory
Abolished all my guilt.

Yet what, 'mid conflict and temptation,
Shall strength and succour give?
He lives, the Captain of Salvation;
Therefore His servants live.

4 By death, He death's dark king defeated, And overcame the

grave.

Rising, the triumph He completed:
He lives, He reigns to save.

Heaven's happy myriads bow before Him.
He comes, the Judge of men.

These eyes shall see Him and adore Him
Lord Jesus! own me then.