6 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide!
His image may we bear!
O may we tread his holy steps,
His joy and glory share!
Confidence founded in the fear of God.
1 BLESS'D is the man who fears the Lord : His well establish'd mind, In every varying scene of life,
Shall true composure find.
2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea,
The heavenly footsteps lie;
But on a glorious world beyond,
His faith can fix its eye.
3 Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet hope can whisper to his soul,
That all shall issue well.
4 Full in the presence of his God
Through every scene he goes;
And fearing him, no other fear
His steadfast bosom knows.
5 No dangers can his soul alarm,
No gloomy views affright;
For faith assures his humble heart,
"Whatever is, is right."
The healing power of Jesus. Matt. viii. 16, 17; ix. 35; xi. 4,
1 BEHOLD, the blind their sight receive!
Behold, the dead awake and live!
The dumb speak wonders! and the lame
Leap like the hart, and bless his name!
2 Thus doth th' Eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of his Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.
3 He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, and appears to God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.
4 Hence and for ever from my heart
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.
The Saviour's Invitation. Matt. xi. 28-30. Işa. lv. 1.
Rev. xxii. 17.
1 YE scarlet-colour'd sinners, come;
Jesus, the Lord, invites you home;
O whither can you go?
What! are our crimes of crimson hue?
His promise is for ever true,
He'll wash you white as snow.
2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways, Whose weeping nights and wretched days In bitterness are spent!
Return to Jesus, he'll reveal
His lovely face and sweetly heal
What you so much lament.
3 Tried souls! look up-he says, 'tis I-
He loves you still, but means to try
If faith will bear the test;
The Lord has given the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood;
O trust him for the rest!
4 Ye tender souls, draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favour'd few,
Who feel the debt you owe ;—
Press on, the Lord hath more to give
By faith upon him daily live,
And you shall find it so.
Faith in Christ, our sacrifice.
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 sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name
And richer blood than they.
3 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice And sing his bleeding love.
The Saviour's Message. Mark xvi. 15. Acts i. 8. 1 HARK! 'tis the Saviour of mankind, Speaks to his chosen few;
"Tis he who leads the wand'ring blind,
In ways they could not know.
2 'Tis he who says, "Go forth, my friends,
Proclaim my truth to all;
Inform each soul my grace extends
As wide as Adam's fall.
3 Tell sinners of the deepest dye,
That they might life obtain,
I chose the cursed death to die,
And bare their sin and pain
4 What though my ransom'd may refuse
The message to receive;
And you the messengers abuse,
Yet still I came to save.
5 Yea, should the tempter still prevail,
To blind my people's eyes;
In my great day I'll rend the veil
From all beneath the skies.
6 Then every eye shall see the grace,
You now in faith declare:
And I myself, from every face,
Will wipe off every tear."
Praise. Psa. lxviii. 4; ciii. 1, 4.
1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore,
3 Sing till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
4 Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day,
In Christ th' eternal king.
5 Soon shall ye hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come;"
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wand'rers home.
The infinity of Christ's condescension. Psa. cxiii. 5, 6.
1 SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,
How sweet thy gracious name!
With joy that errand we review,
On which thy mercy came.
2 While all thine own angelic bands
Stood waiting on the wing,
Charm'd with the honour to obey
Their great, eternal King;
3 For us-mean, wretched, sinful men-
Thou laid'st that glory by;
First in our mortal flesh to serve,
Then in that flesh to die.
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