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5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place,
And I shall see his face.
HYMN 119. “ Strangers and pilgrims.1 Pet. ii. 11. 1 We've no abiding city here:
This may distress the worldling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find. • 2 We've no abiding city here :
Sad truth, were this to be our home :
We seek a city yet to come. 3 We've no abiding city here :
Then let us live as pilgrims do : Let not this world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below. 4 We've no abiding city here:
We seek a city out of sight;-
It shines with everlasting light.
HYMN 120. “ I through the law am dead to the law.”—Gal. ii. 19. I No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
For want of clearer light.
2 How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
But toild without success.
Was more than I could do;
I feel I hate it too.
A righteousness to raise ;
I freely choose his ways.
That I may worthier grow?
Is my inquiry now.
And hear his pard’ning voice,
And duty into choice.
“ They shall look on me whom they pierced.”
Zech. xii. 10. 1 GREAT God of Abra'am, hear our prayer ; ✓
Let Abra'am's seed thy mercy share :
2 Remember Jacob's flock of old;
Bring home the wand'rers to thy fold;
“ Israel at last shall seek the Lord.”
And write it in their inward parts:
Which hides Messiah from their view. 4 Oh! haste the day, foretold so long,
When Jew and Greek (a glorious throng) One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour, And one Redeemer shall adore.
“ In the Lord put I my trust."-Psal. xi. 1.
I ETERNAL God! the strength of all
Who put their trust in thee:
Shall thy salvation see.
With thine Almighty hand;
And kept our favour'd land.
Defend our Sovereign's throne;
And thee our safeguard own.
4 But, Lord, thy just and dreadful stroke
Did Salem's towers consume;
Thine ancient people's doom.
“ The Son of Man is come to seek and to save thaí
which was lost."-Luke xix. 10.
1 Plung’d in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Or spark of glimm'ring day. 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He came to our relief.
With joyful haste he fled,
And dwelt among the dead.
Their lasting silence break;
The Saviour's praises speak ! 5 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
His love can ne'er be told.
“ Then shalt thou cause the trumpet of the Jubilee to
sound-in the day of atonement shall ye make the trumpet sound.”--Lev. xxv. 9.
1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
To earth's remotest bound:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home! 2 Extol the Lamb of God,
The great atoning Lamb !
Throughout the world proclaim :
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home! 3 Ye, who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
The gift of Jesu's love:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home! 4 The Gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace:
Behold your Saviour's face!