3 From beneath that thorny crown
Trickle drops of cleansing down;
Pardon from thy piercéd hand
Now I take, while here I stand:
Only then I live to thee,
When thy wounded side I see.

4 Blessed Saviour! thine am I,
Thine to live, and thine to die;
Height, or depth, or earthly power
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more:
Ever shall my glory be
Only, only, only thee!

721.

"Rock of Ages."-1 Cor. 10: 4.

1 Rock of Ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side that flowed,
Be of sin the double cure-
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow-
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and thou alone!
Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,-
Rock of Ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

764. Blessedness of Trust in Christ.
1 SAVIOUR! happy would I be,
If I could but trust in thee;

Trust thy wisdom me to guide;
Trust thy goodness to provide;
Trust thy saving love and power;
Trust thee every day and hour:
2 Trust thee as the only light
In the darkest hour of night;
Trust in sickness, trust in health;
Trust in poverty and wealth;
Trust in joy, and trust in grief;
Trust thy promise for relief:

3 Trust thy blood to cleanse my soul;
Trust thy grace to make me whole;
Trust thee living, dying, too;
Trust thee all my journey through;
Trust thee till my feet shall be
Planted on the crystal sea!

1052.

"My flesh is meat, indeed."

1 BREAD of heaven! on thee I feed, For thy flesh is meat, indeed; Ever may my soul be fed

With this true and living Bread; Day by day with strength supplied Through the life of him who died. 2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies This blest cup of sacrifice; 'Tis thy wounds my healing give; To thy cross I look, and live; Thou, my Life, oh, let me be Rooted, grafted, built on thee!

DOXOLOGY.

BLESSING, honor, glory, might,
And dominion infinite,
To the Father of our Lord,
To the Spirit and the Word:
As it was all worlds before,
Is, and shall be evermore.

BAIRD. L. M.

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321.** The Man of Sorrows.-Isaiah 53.

1 DESPISED is the Man of grief, Rejected, and denied belief

By them whose sorrows he hath worn—
For whom he bears the bitter scorn,
The shameful robe, the scourge, the thorn!
2 All we, like sheep, have gone astray,
And turned aside from wisdom's way;
But he the path of death hath trod,
And humbly kissed affliction's rod,
To lead our stricken souls to God.
3 Oh, let us cast each vice away,

Beneath the cross each passion lay;
With contrite heart and weeping eye,
Behold the Saviour lifted high,
And every sin and folly fly!

10 THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee; Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 While in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way: No foes, no danger will I fear, While thou, Almighty God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise, my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,

Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
Oh, let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill!

Repeat the third line of the tune for this hymn.

1 BEFORE thy cross, my dying Lord,
I cast my soul, and trust thy love;
Oh, here thy saving power afford,

And seal my pardon from above!
2 No threatening foes shall drive me hence,
Helpless and fainting I draw near;
Resolved (for 't is my last defense),
If I must die, to perish here.

3 But, Saviour! for thy mercy's sake,
Relieve the anguish of my heart:
The bruiséd reed thou wilt not break,
Nor bid the contrite soul depart.
4 Washed in thy blood, I shall be pure;
Cheered by thy smile, shall feel no
shame;

Saved by thy love, I stand secure,
And triumph in a Saviour's name!

1 BEFORE thy throne with tearful eyes,
My gracious Lord, I humbly fall;
To thee my weary spirit flies,
For thy forgiving love I call.

2 How free thy mercy overflows,

When sinners on thy grace rely!
Thy tender love no limit knows;

Oh, save me-justly doomed to die!

3 Yes! thou wilt save; my soul is free!
The gloom of sin is fled away;
My tongue breaks forth in praise to thee,
And all my powers thy word obey.

4 Hence, while I wrestle with my foes,-
The world, the flesh, the hosts of hell,-
Sustain thou me till conflicts close,
Then endless songs my thanks shall

tell.

238. Sovereignty of God in Conversion.

1 MAY not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favors as he will;
Choose some to life, while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?
2 Shall man reply against the Lord,

And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?

3 But, O my soul! if truth so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.
4 Then shall he make his justice known,
And the whole world, before his throne,
With joy or terror, shall confess
The glory of his righteousness.

241.

"Be still, and know that I am God."

1 WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still; Nor let a murmuring thought arise: His ways are just, his counsels wise. 2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,

Performs his work, the cause conceals;
And, though his footsteps are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.

4 Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,
With reverence bow before his seat;
And, 'mid the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

1117. "Oh, spare our guilty country, spare."

1 ON thee, O Lord our God, we call,
Before thy throne devoutly fall;
Oh, whither should the helpless fly!
To whom but thee direct their cry?

2 Lord, we repent, we weep, we mourn,
To our forsaken God we turn;
Oh, spare our guilty country, spare
The church thine hand hath planted here!
3 We plead thy grace, indulgent God!
We plead thy Son's atoning blood;
We plead thy gracious promises;
And are they unavailing pleas?

4 These pleas, presented at thy throne,
Have brought ten thousand blessings down
On guilty lands in helpless woe:
Let them prevail to save us, too.

1122. "Look down, O God, with pitying eye."

1 INDULGENT Sovereign of the skies,

And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear? While feeble mortals raise their cries, Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear? 2 How shall thy servants give thee rest, Till Zion's moldering walls thou raise; Till thine own power shall stand confessed, And make Jerusalem a praise?

3 Look down, O God, with pitying eye, And view the desolation round: See what wide realms in darkness lie, And hurl their idols to the ground.

4 Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, And call the nations from afar: Let all the isles their Saviour know,

And earth's remotest ends draw near.

1 Mr Saviour! my almighty Friend!
When I begin thy praise,

Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?

2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore:

And since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.

3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;

And march, with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father, God.

4 When I am filled with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.

5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The victories of my King!

My soul, redeemed from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.

6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers!
With this delightful song

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.

4 My Father, God! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear.

5 For ever let my grateful heart

His boundless grace adore,
Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.

6 Transporting hope!-still on my soul
With radiant glories shine,

Till thou thyself art lost in joys
Immortal and divine.

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wint'ry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O thou, whose infant feet were found
Within thy Father's shrine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned,

Were all alike divine,

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own.

328. “

"This is my Friend."- Cant. 5: 10-16. 1 MAJESTIC Sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour'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.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, He flew to my relief;

For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joy complete.
6 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be thine.

And keeps us safe from force and guile In every trying hour.

4 And till his ransomed people come, His house above to fill,

"T is he who safely guides them home, Beyond the reach of ill.

5 Then let us ever make our boast Of him, and him alone,

Who came from heaven to seek the lost, And brings us to his throne.

852.

The Power of Man in Prayer.

1 THERE is an eye that never sleeps
Beneath the wing of night;
There is an ear that never shuts,
When sink the beams of light.

2 There is an arm that never tires,
When human strength gives way;
There is a love that never fails,
When carthly loves decay.

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs;
That arm upholds the sky;
That car is filled with angel songs;
That love is throned on high.

4 But there's a power which man can wield When mortal aid is vain,

That eye, that arm, that love to reach,
That listening ear to gain.

5 That power is prayer, which soars on high, Through Jesus, to the throne;

And moves the hand which moves the world,

To bring salvation down!

DOXOLOGY.

LET God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, be adored,

Where there are works to make him known,

Or saints to love the Lord!