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6 Sprinkled afresh with pardoning blood,
I lay me down to rest,

1

As in th' embraces of my God,
Or on my Saviour's breast.

Redeeming love.

ARK! the gospel news is sounding,—
H Christ hath suffered on the tree;

Streams of mercy are abounding;
Grace for all is rich and free:
Now, poor sinner,

Look to Him who died for Thee.

2 Grace is flowing like a river;

Millions there have been supplied;
Still it flows, as fresh as ever,

From the Saviour's wounded side:
None need perish;

All may live; for Christ has died.
3 Christ alone shall be our portion :
Soon we hope to meet above;
Then we'll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer's love :
All his fullness

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B

We shall then for ever prove.

Adoption.

EHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing

That we should be unknown :

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

P.M.

S.M.

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3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we shall be made;
But, when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.

4 A hope so much divine,

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 Since in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie,

1

Like slaves, beneath the throne;
My faith shall Abba Father cry,
And Thou the kindred own.

L

The love of Christ.

ET crowns of glory wreathe the head
Of Him who bore the cross:
He liveth now; He once was dead;
He died and rose for us.

2 How rich the grace, how free the love,
That saves a people thus!

The theme is high, our thoughts above,
'Tis far too high for us.

C.M.

3 Its breadth and length, its depth and height,
Are such, that He alone

Can measure its extent aright,
To whom all things are known.

4 But this we know, that God is love,—
A truth by heaven confessed:
And those below, and those above,
Who know his name, are blessed.

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THOU

The name of Jesus.

ноυ dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of Thee;

No music like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be.

2 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay;
We'll sing our Jesu's lovely name,
When all things else decay.

3 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all his favoured throng,

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Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

Ransoming love.

E ransomed of Jesus,

YR Come, sing of his love;

He stooped down to raise us

To mansions above:

C.M.

P.M.

Jehovah on Him our transgressions did lay,
And He bore the huge burden, and bore it away.
2 Sin's bondage was bitter,
And heavy its chain;

But Christ took the fetter,

And snapped it in twain:

The strong one was bound, and the captive set free, When He fell back in triumph, and died on the tree.

3

To Him what a treasure

Of blessing we owe,

For there thrills not a pleasure

But pierced Him with wo:

Our blessings on earth, and our glory above,
Shot many a pang through that bosom of love.

I

The ransom that frees us

Was pressed from his veins :

The blood for our cleansing, the balm for our smart, Were great drops of agony wrung from his heart.

5

Each drop in the garden,
Each stream on the tree,
Proclaims a full pardon,

O sinner, for thee:

Not vengeance,-like that which once cried from the ground,

But an accent of love, a sweet jubilee sound.

Christ's heart overflows;

He wept o'er the city;

He prayed for his foes:

He could not exclaim, "It is finished!" and die, Till "Father, forgive them !" was wafted on high.

May it spread through creation, above, and around, Till all her vast temple re-echo the sound!

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"It is I; be not afraid."

HY those fears? behold 'tis Jesus

WHY

P.M.

Holds the helm, and guides the ship:

Spread the sail, and catch the breezes
Sent to waft us through the deep,
To the regions

Where the mourners cease to weep.

2 Led by Christ, we brave the ocean;
Led by Him, the storms defy;
Calm amidst tumultuous motion,
Knowing that our Lord is nigh:
Waves obey Him,

And the storms before Him fly.
3 Rendered safe by his protection,
We shall pass the watery waste;
Trusting to his wise direction,
We shall gain the port at last ;
And, with wonder,

Think on toils and dangers past.
4 O what pleasure there awaits us !
There the tempests cease to roar;
There it is that all which grieves us
Can disturb our peace no more:
Trouble ceases

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On that tranquil, happy shore.

Christ's kingdom.

OME, Thou long expected Jesus,

COME,
Born to set thy people free;

From our fears and sins release us;
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's strength, and consolation;
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear desire of every nation;
Joy of every faithful heart.

2 Born thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a King;
Born to reign in us forever;
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all sufficient merit,

Raise us to thy glorious throne.

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