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.

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hath an unchangeable

priesthood.-Heb. 7, 24.

JESUS, in Thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more

Than the rich gems, and polished gold,
The sons of Aaron wore.

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,
Was on their altar spilt:

But Thy one offering takes away
For ever all our guilt.

4 Their priesthood ran through several

For mortal was their race;

Thy never-changing office stands
Eternal as Thy days.

5 Once in the circuit of a year,

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With blood, but not their own, Did they within the veil appear, Before the golden throne:

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6 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,
Ascends above the skies;
And in the presence of our God
Shows His own sacrifice.

7 He ever lives, to intercede
Before His Father's face:

Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead.
Nor doubt the Father's grace.

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249 A bruised reed shall He not break

-Matt. 12, 20.

WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above:

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His heart is made of tenderness,
It overflows with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame:

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For He has felt the same.

3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,
And did resist to blood.

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,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed He never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and His power,
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

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250 Having a great High Priest, over

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the house of God.-Heb. 10, 21. THERE high the heavenly temple stands,

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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,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

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251 The names of the children of Israel

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NOW

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
That he hath lost his part.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,
Our everlasting trust,

When gems, and monuments, and crowns,

Are mouldered down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast,
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.

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252 Thou art a Priest for ever after the

order of Melchizedek.-Heb. 7, 6.

THOU
OU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

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
In mercy to us speak;

And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedek.

& Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
While in this world we stay ;
We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.

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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.

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A shadow of good things to come.-
Heb. 10, 1.

LORD, refresh thy flock!
Athirst to Thee they cry;
Thou art the spiritual Rock,
Whence they must drink, or die.
2 O Lord! our sickness heal!
Thou, in our sufferings sore,
Wast lifted up, that we might feel,
Sin's poisonous fangs no more.
3 Preserve us, Lord, from death!
Thou art the Lamb whose blood
Sprinkled o'er Israel's doors in faith,
A token was for good.

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With many a bitter herb,

Of wishes dear subdued,

Tis meet that, drest in pilgrim-garb,
We take Thee for our food.

Away those types are cast,
And now Thyself we see;

Yet let each hint that cheered the past
Still lift our hearts to Thee.

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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,
The buildings strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.

3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the Door;

Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.

4 O may Thy grace the nations lead,
And Jews and Gentiles come,

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All travelling through one beauteous
To one eternal home.

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255 Is there no balm in Gilead is there

no physician there ?-Jer. 8, 22.

EEP are the wounds which sin has

DEEP

made;

Where shall the sinner find a cure?
In vain alas! is nature's aid;

The work exceeds all nature's power.
2 And can no sovereign balm be found?
And is no kind physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
3 There is a Great Physician near;
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in His heavenly smiles appear
Such ease as nature cannot give!
4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow;
Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain and heal thy woe.
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256

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A sure Foundation.-Isa. 28, 16. EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays,

BEHOLD

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And His eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
And saints adore the name;

They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

3 What though the gates of hell withYet must this building rise:

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Tis Thine own work, Almighty God,
And wondrous in our eyes.

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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.