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5 To Thee I come, a sinner great,

And well Thou knowest all my state;
Yet full forgiveness is with Thee :

O God, be merciful to me!
6 To Thee I come, a sinner lost,

Nor have I aught wherein to trust;
But where Thou art, Lord, I would be:

O God, be merciful to me!
7 To glory bring me, Lord, at last;

And there, when all my fears are past,
With all the saints I'll then agree
God has been merciful to me.

S. MEDLEY. 1787.

1096 He hath sente to heal the broken-hearted.

Luke 4. 18.

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1 HEN wounded sore, the stricken heart

Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.
2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,

And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner's woe.
3 When penitence has wept in vain,

Over some foul, dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,

Can wash away the blot.
4 Jesus, Thy blood can wash us white;

Thy hand brings sure relief;
Thy heart is touched with all our joys,

And feeleth for our grief.

5 Uplift Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,

Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

C. F. ALEXANDER. 1858. 1097 Quickened us together with Christ.

Eph. 2. 5. 1

In Thy marred visage any grace;
But now the beauty of Thy face

In radiant vision dawns on me!
2 Lord! I was deaf, I could not hear

The thrilling music of Thy voice;
But now I hear Thee and rejoice,

And sweet are all Thy words, and dear!
3 Lord! I was dumb, I could not speak
The

grace and glory of Thy name;
But now, as touched with living flame,

My lips Thine eager praises wake! 4 Lord! I was dead, I could not stir

My lifeless soul to come to Thee;
But now since Thou hast quickened me

I rise from sin's dark sepulchre !
5 For Thou hast made the blind to see

The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
The chaies of my captivity!

W. T. MATSON. 1857. 1098 Weich hope we have as an anchor of the

soul.--Heb. 6. 19. 1 NO OW I have found the ground wherein

Sure my soul's anchor may remain;

Whose mercy

The wounds of Jesus, for my

sin Before the world's foundation slain ;

shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. 2 Father! Thine everlasting grace

Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,

That mercy they may taste, and live. 3 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss !

My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,
My soul from condemnation free,
While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies,

Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.
4 Fixed on this ground would I remain,

Though my heart fail and flesh decay:
This anchor shall my soul sustain
When earth's foundations melt away :
Mercy's full

power

I then shall prove, Loved with an everlasting love.

J. A. ROTHE. 1728. TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

1099 ve were as sheep going astray.—1 Pet. 2. 25. 1

I

WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,

I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,

The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill,

O'er deserts waste and wild.
They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,

They saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is;

'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,

'Twas He that made me whole.
'Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep;
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,

'Tis He that still doth keep. 4 I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled,
But now I love my Shepherd's voice,

I love, I love the fold!
I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam ;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home!

H. BONAR. 1857.

1100 O Lord, truly I am Thy servant.

Ps. 116. 16.
full and glad surrender,

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Thine utterly and only,

And evermore to be.
2 O Son of God who lov'st me,

I will be Thine alone;

And all I have, and am, Lord,

Shall henceforth be Thine own!
3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus !

O make my heart Thy throne!
It shall be Thine, dear Saviour,

It shall be Thine alone.
4 0! come and reign, Lord Jesus ;

Rule over everything!
And keep me always loyal,
And true to Thee, my King.

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1876.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

FAITH IN GOD. 1101 God forbia that I should glory, save in the

Cross. --Gal. 6. 14.
1
BENEATH the Cross of Jesus

I fain would take my stand
The Shadow of a mighty Rock,

Within a weary land:
A home within the wilderness,

A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat,

And the burden of the day. 2 O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,
O trysting-place where Heaven's love

And Heaven's justice meet !
As to the holy Patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour's Cross to me,

A ladder up to heaven.

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