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5 And when my dying hours draw near, Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me.
6 When the full light of heavenly day Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say, Thou hast washed them all away; Dear Saviour, plead for me.
hath an unchangeable
priesthood.-Heb. 7, 24.
JESUS, in Thee our eyes behold
Than the rich gems, and polished gold,
2 They first their own burnt-offerings brought
To purge themselves from sin: Thy life was pure, without a spot, And all Thy nature clean.
3 Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
But Thy one offering takes away
4 Their priesthood ran through several
For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands
5 Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, but not their own, Did they within the veil appear, Before the golden throne:
6 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,
7 He ever lives, to intercede
Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead.
249 A bruised reed shall He not break
-Matt. 12, 20.
WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above:
His heart is made of tenderness,
2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows what sore temptations mean,
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
4 He in the days of feeble flesh
Poured out His cries and tears: And in His measure feels afresh What every member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
The bruised reed He never breaks,
6 Then let our humble faith address
250 Having a great High Priest, over
the house of God.-Heb. 10, 21. THERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The Patron of mankind appears. 2 He who for men their Surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Pursues in heaven His mighty plan, The Saviour and the Friend of man. 3. Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth à Brother's eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains; And still remembers, in the skies, His tears, and agonies, and cries. 5 In every pang that rends the heart. The Man of sorrows had a part; He sympathizes in our griei, And to the sufferer sends relief.
6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
251 The names of the children of Israel
in the breast-plate.-Ex. 28, 29. OW let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above; And celebrate His constant care, And sympathizing love.
2 Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train, With matchless honours crowned; 3 The names of all His saints he bears Deep graven on His heart;
Nor shall the meanest Christian say
4 Those characters shall fair abide,
When gems, and monuments, and crowns,
Are mouldered down to dust.
5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast,
252 Thou art a Priest for ever after the
order of Melchizedek.-Heb. 7, 6.
We love to hear of Thee;
No music's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
20 may we ever hear Thy voice
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
& Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
4 When we appear in yonder cloud, With all the ransomed throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song.
A shadow of good things to come.-
LORD, refresh thy flock!
With many a bitter herb,
Of wishes dear subdued,
Tis meet that, drest in pilgrim-garb,
Away those types are cast,
Yet let each hint that cheered the past
A door of hope.-Hos. 2, 15.
AWAKE, our souls, and bless His
Whose mercies never fail; [name, Who opens wide a door of hope
In Achor's gloomy vale.
2 Behold the portal wide displayed,
3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
4 O may Thy grace the nations lead,
All travelling through one beauteous
255 Is there no balm in Gilead is there
no physician there ?-Jer. 8, 22.
EEP are the wounds which sin has
Where shall the sinner find a cure?
The work exceeds all nature's power.
Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.
A sure Foundation.-Isa. 28, 16. EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 What though the gates of hell withYet must this building rise:
Tis Thine own work, Almighty God,
257 Thine eyes shall see the King in His
beauty.-Isa. 33, 17.
1 COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known,
The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, And bow before His throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour, crowned With glories all divine;
And tell the wondering nations round, How bright those glories shine.