5 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God,

Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

A-men.

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I SAVIOUR, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with thy blood.

4 By thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life, thus far, I'm come;
And, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home.

ONE ALTOGETHER LOVELY.
S. Stennet.

A-men.

ST. PETER. C. M.

A. R. Reinagle.

MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned

On my Redeemer's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
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
That fill the heavenly train.

I

ART

RT thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore distrest?

"Come to me," saith One, "and coming, be at rest!"

2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, if he be my Guide ?— “In his feet and hands are wound-prints, and his side.”

3 If I find him, if I follow, what his guerdon here?— Many a sorrow, many a labor, many a tear."

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4 If I still hold closely to him, what hath he at last?— "Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, Jordan passed.'

5 If I ask him to receive me, will he say me nay? "Not till earth, and not till heaven pass away."

A-men.

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LUBECK. 75.

German.

I

I WILL praise thee every day,

Now thine anger's turned away!
Comfort now and hope arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.
2 Jesus is become at length,
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
3 Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!

Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.

4 Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,

God the Saviour dwells in thee.

REDEEMING LOVE.

Anne Steele.

A-men.

SWANWICK. C. M.

Lucas.

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2 His love, what mortal thought can reach!
What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
: In wonder dies away. :|

3 For us he left his throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came on earth to bleed and die-
: Was ever love like this? :||

4 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill every heart and tongue,

Till strangers love thy charming name,
: And join the sacred song. :

VENI, CREATOR SPIRITUS.

Tr. E. Caswall.

A-men.

MENDON. L. M.

German.

ICOME, O Creator-Spirit blest,

And in our souls take up thy rest;
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which thou hast made.

2 Great Comforter, to thee we cry;
O highest gift of God most high!
O fount of life! O fire of love!
And sweet anointing from above!

3 Kindle our senses from above,

And make our hearts o'erflow with love;
With patience firm, and virtue high,
The weakness of our flesh supply.

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread,
And grant us thy true peace instead;
So shall we not, with thee for guide,
Turn from the path of life aside.

A-men.