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152 Christ both died, and rose, and

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WE

revived.-Rom. 14, 9.

E sing the praise of Him who died, Of Him who died upon the cross; The sinner's hope let men deride, For this we count the world but loss. 2 Inscribed upon the cross we see In shining letters, "God is love.' He bears our sins upon the tree, He brings us mercy from above. 3 The Cross! it takes our guilt away, It holds the fainting spirit up; It cheers with hope the gloomy day, And sweetens every bitter cup. 4 It makes the coward spirit brave, And nerves the feeble arm for fight; It takes the terror from the grave, And gilds the bed of death with light. 5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love; Tis all that sinners want below, Tis all the ransomed know above.

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153 We have redemption through His

blood.-Col. 1, 14.

1 UR spirits join to adore the Lamb;

In strains immortal as His name,
And melting as His dying love!

2 Was ever equal pity found?

The Prince of heaven resigns His breath, And pours His life out on the ground, To ransom guilty worms from death. 3 Here we have washed our deepest stains,

And healed our wounds with heavenly blood;

Blest fountain! springing from the veins
Of Jesus, our Incarnate God.

4 In vain our mortal voices strive
To speak compassion so divine;
Had we a thousand lives to give,
A thousand lives should all be Thine.

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154 Is it nothing to you, all ye that

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pass by?-Lam. 1, 12.
ALL ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh;

To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your ransom and peace,
Your Surety He is,

Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His.
For what you have done
His blood must atone:

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[Son :

The Father hath punished for you His dear The Lord in the day

Of His anger did lay

[away.)

Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them He dies to atone

For sins not His own,

Your debt He hath paid, and your work Ye all may receive [He hath done: The peace He did leave,

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[give.' Who made intercession, "My Father, forFor you and for me,

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He prayed on the tree;

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free: The sinner am I,

Who on Jesus rely,

And come for the pardon God cannot deny. His death is my plea,

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My Advocate see, [swered for me. And hear the blood speak that hath anHe purchased the grace

Which now I embrace

O Father, Thou knowest He hath died in my place!

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155 0 grave, I will be thy destruction.

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-Hos. 13, 14.

E dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two For Him who groaned beneath your load:

He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richest blood!

3. Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men !
But lo! what sudden joys we see !
Jesus the dead revives again.

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb;
Up to His Father's court He flies!
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout His welcome to the skies.
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant Death in chains.
6. Say, "Live for ever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save!"
Then ask the monster, Where's thy
sting ?"

And "Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?"

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156 4 fountain opened...

for sin and for uncleanness.-Zech. 13, 1.

THERE

HERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners, plunged beneath that
flood.

Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there have I, as vile as he,
Washed all my sins away!

3 Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved 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 stammering
tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

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157 Being in an agony.—Luke 22, 44. 1 OH, never, never can we know

The Saviour's deep, mysterious woe;
The secret of that anguish sore,
Which wrung His frame from every pore;
The burden of that awful cry,
When He for us vouchsafed to die.

2 Yes, man for man perchance may brave
The horrors of the yawning grave;
And friend for friend, or child for sire,
Undaunted and unmoved, expire,
From love, or piety, or pride;
But who can die as Jesus died?

3 For, fainter than the pale star's ray
Before the noontide blaze of day,
Is all of love that man can know,
All that in angel breast can glow,
Compared, O blessed Lord! with Thine,
Eternal, infinite, divine!

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158 He hath perfected for ever them

that are sanctified.-Heb. 10, 14.

1 NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our guilt away,

A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
My soul looks back to see

The burdens Thou didst bear,

When hanging on the accursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful

voice,

And sing His bleeding love.

-1 Cor. 2, 2.

V with all of creature good!

"AIN, delusive world, adieu,

Only Jesus I pursue,,

Who bought me with His blood;
All thy pleasures I forego,

All thy wealth and all thy pride,
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

2 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end;
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend,
Daily in His grace to grow,
In His favour to abide;
Only Jesus will I know,
And Jesus crucified.

3 Him in all my works I seek,
Who hung upon the tree;
Only of His love I speak,
Who freely died for me;
While I sojourn here below,
Nothing I desire beside;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified.

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160 God forbid that I should glory,

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save in the Cross.-Gal. 6, 14.

IN the Cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time:
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me;
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way,
From the Cross the radiance streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.

Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified;

Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide.