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2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
: Wash all my sins away. :||

3 Dear, dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power.

Till all the ransomed church of God
|: Are saved, to sin no more. :||

4 Since first, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
: And shall be, till I die. :||

5 And when this feeble, stammering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
: I'll sing thy power to save. :]

PRAISE FOR REDEMPTION.

I. Watts.

A-men.

BARBY. C. M.

W. Tansur.

1 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-O 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.

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BARBY.

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

5 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.

BEFORE THE CROSS.

J. Allen and W. Shirley.

FRIENDSHIP. 8-7. D.

From Mozart.

END.

I SWEET the moments, rich in blessing
Which before the cross I spend;

Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
Truly blesséd is this station,

Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Beaming in his gracious eye

2 Here it is I find my heavén,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I'm much forgivén;
I'm a miracle of grace.

D.S.

Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll bathe;
Constant still, in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.

BENEATH THE CROSS.

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MARTYRS. C. M.

Scottish.

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I OPPRESSED with noon-day's scorching heat,

yonder cross I flee;

Beneath its shelter take my seat:

No shade like this for me!

2 Beneath that cross clear waters burst-
A fountain sparkling free;
And there I quench my desert thirst;
No spring like this for me!

3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent
Beneath this spreading tree;

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent:
No home like this for me!

4 For burdened ones a resting-place,
Beside that cross I see;

I here cast off my weariness:
No rest like this for me!

DYING TO SIN.

M. Bridges.

A-men.

ST. AGNES. C. M.

J. B. Dykes.

I BEFORE the cross of him who died
Behold I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified
And Christ be all in all.

2 Let every thought and work and word
To thee be ever given;

Then life shall be thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of heaven.

A-men.

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LOOKING TO THE CROSS.

Unknown Writer.

BARTHOLDY. 7-6. D.
Störl. Arr. Mendelssohn.

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I WHEN human hopes all wither,

And friends no aid supply,

Then whither, Lord, ah! whither
Can turn my straining eye?
'Mid storms of grief still rougher,
'Mid darker, deadlier shade,
That cross where thou didst suffer,
On Calvary was displayed.

2 On that my gaze I fasten,
My refuge that I make;

Though sorely thou may'st chasten,
Thou never canst forsake.
Thou on that cross didst languish
Ere glory crowned thy head!
And I, through death and anguish,
Must be to glory led.

THE LORD IS RISEN.

C. Wesley.

A-men.

NUREMBURG. 75.

From a German Choral.

I CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:

He endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

2 How Judah's Lion burst his chains,
And bruised the serpent's head;
And cried aloud, through death's domains,
To wake th' imprisoned dead.

3 Right gloriously he triumphs now.
To him all power is given;

To him in one communion bow
All saints in earth and heaven.

4 And we, as these his deeds we sing,
His soldiers, him implore,

Within his palace bright to bring
And keep us evermore.

A-men.