In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
1 THUS spake the Saviour, when he sent
His ministers to preach his word:
They through the world obedient went,
And spread the Gospel of their Lord:
2 "Go forth, ye heralds, in my name;
Bid all the world my grace receive;
The Gospel jubilee proclaim,
And call them to repent and live.
3 "The joyful news to all impart,
And teach them where salvation lies;
Bind up the broken, bleeding heart,
And wipe the tear from weeping eyes.
"Be wise as serpents where you go, But harmless as the peaceful dove,
And let your heaven-taught conduct show That you 're commissioned from above.
"All power is vested in my hands;
I will protect you and defend;
Whilst thus you follow my commands,
I'm with you till the world shall end."
Excellency of the Christian Religion.
1 LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord;
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And stored the blessings in thy word.
2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
Some solid ground to rest upon;
With long despair the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.
3 How well thy blessed truths agree!
How wise and holy thy commands!
Thy promises, how strong they be!
How firm our hope and comfort stands!
Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the Gospel to my heart.
1 DEAR thy memory, Saviour blest
In the true believer's breast;
Musing on thy precious name,
Purest joys his heart inflame.
2 By the ear or tuneful tongue
Naught so sweet is heard or sung;
Naught the mind can dwell upon
Sweet as God's beloved Son.
3 Thou the contrite sinner's stay,
Who thy goodness can display?
How to those who seek thee kind!
What, ah! what, to those who find?
4 Tongue can speak not their delight, Nor can pen of man indite;
None can know, but they who prove, What it is their Lord to love.
RAISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune;
Let all the earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal love
Its best Belovèd chose,
And bade him raise our ruined race
From their abyss of woes.
3 His hand no thunder bears,
No terror clothes his brow,
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.
4 Now, sinners, dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offered peace.
1 JESUS, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none;
Helpless hangs my soul on thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find ;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.
Christ our Guide and our Wisdom.
1 CHRIST leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before:
He that into God's kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.
2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see;
For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What must thy glory be?
3 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,
And join with those triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.
4 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;
But 't is enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him!
The Heralds of the Cross.
1 FORTH Went the heralds of the cross,
No dangers made them pause;
They counted all the world but loss,
For their great Master's cause.
2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn,
Serene their path they trod;
And, to the dreary dungeon borne,
Sang praises unto God.
3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, Love changed to cruel hate;
And home to them was home no more;
Yet mourned they not their fate.
4 In all his dark and dread array,
Death rose upon their sight;
But calmly still they kept their way,
And shrank not from the fight.
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