ROM pole to pole let others roam,
And search in vain for bliss;
My soul is satisfied at home,
The Lord my Portion is.
2 Jesus, who on His glorious throne
Rules heav'n, and earth, and sea,
Is pleased to claim me for His own,
And give Himself to me.
3 His Person fixes all my love,
His blood removes my fear;
And while He pleads for me above,
His arm preserves me here.
4 For Him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace, for Him, renown;
Well may I glory in my cross,
While He prepares my crown!
5 Let worldlings then indulge their boast,
How much they gain or spend;
Their joys must soon give up the ghost,
But mine shall never end.
THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save;
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepar'd
Unworthy though I be,
For me, a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me.
7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years,
And form'd by power divine;
To sound in God the Father's ears,
No other name but Thine.
ATHER! precious, tender name,
Fix my soul upon Thy care;
Feeling that in every need,
Thou wilt save me from the snare.
2 Father! precious, tender name,
This I owe to Jesu's death;
For His sake I'll call on Thee,
Spend my strength in praying breath.
3 Father! precious, tender name,
When my dying hour breaks on,
Let me hang my soul on Thee,
Who for me didst give Thy Son.
4 Happy, then, in death's dark hour,
Christ will hold me by His power;
Lead my soul to perfect bliss,
REAT High Priest, we view Thee stooping,
With our names upon Thy breast,
In the garden, groaning, drooping,
To the ground with horrors pressed.
Weeping angels stood confounded
To behold their Maker thus;
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?
2 On the cross Thy body broken
Cancels ev'ry penal tie:
Tempted souls, produce this token
All demands to satisfy.
All is finish'd; do not doubt it;
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it;
Only take Him at His word.
3 Lord, we fain would trust Thee solely; 'Twas for us Thy blood was spilt, Bruised Bridegroom, take us wholly; Take, and make us what Thou wilt.
Thou hast borne the bitter sentence
Pass'd on man's devoted race,
True belief and true repentance
Are Thy gifts, Thou God of grace.
OCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee ;
Let the water and the blood
From Thy riven side which flow'd
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r!
2 Not the labor of my hands,
Can fulfil Thy law's demands:
Could my. zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow;
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked come to Thee for dress,
Helpless, look to Thee for grace:
Foul, I to the fountain fly-
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break 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.
BEHOLD the Lamb of God! who bore
Thy burdens on the tree;
And paid in blood the dreadful score,
The ransom due for thee.
2 Look to Him, till the sight endears
The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,
Nor from His cross depart.
3 Look to Him, till His dying love
Thy ev'ry thought control;
Its vast constraining influence prove,
O'er body, spirit, soul.
4 Look to Him, as the race you run
Your never failing Friend;
Finish He will the work begun,
And grace in glory end.
RIGHT and joyful is the morn,
For to us a Child is born;
From the highest realms of heaven,
Unto us a Son is given.
2 On His shoulders, He shall bear
Power and Majesty, and wear
On His vesture and His thigh,
Names most glorious-names most high.
3 Wonderful in council He
The Incarnate Deity;
Sire of ages ne'er to cease,
King of Kings, and Prince of Peace.
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