m 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe,

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The measure and the pledge of love,
The sinner's refuge here below,

The angels' theme in heaven above.

mf 1 O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice

On thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

2 O happy bond, that seals my vows
To him who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.

mp 3 'Tis done! the great transaction's done!
I am my Lord's, and he is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,

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Charmed to confess the voice Divine.

mf 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart,
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
With ashes who would grudge to part,
When called on angels' bread to feast?

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5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear,

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

mp 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee,

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Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!

m 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star; mf He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine.

m 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon

Let midnight blush to think of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, mf Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee.

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m 4 Ashamed of Jesus! of that Friend

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On whom for heaven my hopes depend!
It must not be: be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

m 5 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no sin to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

mf 6 Till then--nor is the boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O may this my portion be,
That Saviour not ashamed of me.

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mp 1 WHEN I Ssurvey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

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And pour contempt on all my pride.

m 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; mf All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

p 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

mf 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,

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Demands my soul, my life, my all.

m 1 A LITTLE child the Saviour came,
The Mighty God was still his name;
And angels worshipped, as he lay
The seeming infant of a day.

2 He, who a little child began

The life divine to show to man,

f Proclaims from heaven the message free, 'Let little children come to me.'

m 3 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign Of sprinkled water name them thine : Their souls with saving grace endow; Baptize them with thy Spirit now.

4 O give thine angels charge, good Lord, Them safely in thy way to guard; mf Thy blessing on their lives command, And write their names upon thy hand.

5 O thou, who by an infant's tongue Dost hear thy perfect glory sung, f May these, with all the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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m 1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;
Where'er they seek thee thou art found,
And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.

3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies here renew ;
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim
The sweetness of thy saving name.

4 Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care,
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.

mp 5 Lord, we are few, but thou art near,

Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; mf O rend the heavens, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own.

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m 1 THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake,

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And, withering, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

p 2 The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human-kind.

rap 4 Can this be he who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride,
The Nazarene, the crucified?

p 5 While sinners to the rocks complain, And seek the mountain's cleft in vain, The saints, victorious o'er the tomb, mf Shall sing for joy, 'The Lord is come!'

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mf 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, through these, absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.