2 Such was Thy grace, that for our sake,
Thou didst from heaven come down,
Our mortal flesh and blood partake,
In all our misery one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Were borne on earth by Thee;"
The gall, the curse, the wrath, were Thine,
To set Thy members free.

4 Ascended now in glory bright,
Still one with us Thou art,

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.

5 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, When, seated on Thy throne,

Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That Thou with us art one.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

LOVE TO GOD AND MAN.
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458 The greatest of these is charity.

1 Cor. 13, 13.

1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.

3 Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;

The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease;
Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

5 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,

The wings of love bear us away
To see our Father God.

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459 The glorious liberty of the chil

dren of God-Rom. 8, 21.

1 Lall me a child of Thine:

ORD, I address Thy heavenly throne;

Send down the Spirit of Thy Son
To form my heart divine.

2 Not from the terrors of a slave
Thy children do Thy will;

But, with the noblest powers they have,

Thy sweet commands fulfil.

3 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid
The sons of God to sin.

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They find access at every hour
To God within the veil;

Hence they derive a quickening power
And joys that never fail.

30 happy souls! O glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And hope to see His face!

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460 The Lord is my portion, saith my

soul.-Lam. 3, 24.

FROM 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 heaven, 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 His word of promise is my food,
His Spirit is my guide;

Thus daily is my strength renewed,
And all my wants supplied.

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5 For Him I count as gain each loss,
Disgrace for Him renown:
Well may I glory in His cross,
While He prepares my crown!

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461 We love Him because He first

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loved us.-1 John 4, 19.

WE love Thee, Lord, yet not alone

Because Thy bounteous hand, Showers down its rich and ceaseless On ocean and on land:

Tis not alone because Thy names
Of wisdom, power, and love,

Are written on the earth beneath,
The glorious skies above.

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2 We love Thee, Lord, because when we Had erred and gone astray,

Thou didst recal our wandering souls
Into the heavenward way.

When helpless, hopeless, we were lost
In sin and sorrow's night,
Thou didst send forth a guiding ray
Of Thy benignant light.

8 Because when we forsook Thy ways,
Nor kept Thy holy will,

Thou wert not the avenging Judge,
But gracious Father still:
Because we have forgot Thee, Lord,
Yet Thou hast not forgot
Because we have forsaken Thee,
Yet Thou forsakest not:-

4 Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us
With everlasting love;

Because Thy Son came down to die,
That we might live above;

Because, when we were heirs of wrath,
Thou gavest hopes of heaven: [sinned,
Yes; much we love, who much have
And much have been forgiven.

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462 The love of Christ constraineth us.

-2 Cor. 5, 14.

1MY God, I love Thee, not because
I hope for heaven thereby;

Nor because they who love Thee not
Are lost eternally.

2 Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace;

For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace;

3 And griefs, and torments numberless, And sweat of agony;

E'en death itself,-and all for one
Who was Thine enemy.

4 Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?

Not for the sake of winning heaven,
Or of escaping hell:

5 Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Nor seeking a reward;

But as Thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord.

6 E'en so I love Thee, and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing,
Because Thou art my loving God,
And my redeeming King.

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463 The love of Christ, which passeth

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knowledge.-Eph. 3, 19,

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee?

I thirst, I faint, I die to prove

The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me!

2 Stronger His love than death and hell,
Its riches are unsearchable:
The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.

3 God only knows the love of God:
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart;
For love I sigh, for love I pine:
This only portion, Lord, be mine!
Be mine this better part!

4 O that I could for ever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet,
Be this my happy choice:

My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth be this,
To hear the bridegroom's voice!
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464 The excellency of the knowledge

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of Christ Jesus.-Phil. 3, 8.

10 TEACH us more of Thy blest ways,

Thou holy Lamb of God!
And fix and root us in Thy grace,
As those redeemed by blood.
2.O tell us often of Thy love,
Of all Thy grief and pain;

And let our hearts with joy confess,
From thence comes all our gain.
3 For this, O may we freely count
Whate'er we have but loss;
The dearest objects of our love,
Compared with Thee, but dross.

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465 Hitherto hath the Lord helped us.

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-1 Sam. 7, 12.

COME, Thou fount of every blessing!

Tune my heart to sing Thy grace!
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some celestial measure
Sung by ransomed hosts above:
Oh, the vast, the boundless treasure
Of my Lord's unchanging love!

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be;
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love:
Take my heart-O take and seal it!
Seal it from Thy courts above.