"Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world."-St. John i. 29.

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EHOLD the Lamb!

BEThou for sinners slain,

Let it not be in vain

That Thou hast died!

Thee for my Saviour let me take,
Thee, Thee alone my refuge make,
Thy pierced side.

Behold the Lamb!
All hail, Eternal Word!

Thou everlasting Lord,

Purge out our leaven;

Clothe us with godliness and good,
Feed us with thy celestial food,

Manna from Heaven.

Behold the Lamb!

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"He hath sent Me to heal the broken-hearted."

St. Luke iv. 18.

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1HE We wait to feel Thy touch:

EAL us, Emmanuel; hear our prayer;

Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair;
And, Saviour, we are such.

2 Our faith is feeble, we confess;
We faintly trust Thy word:
But wilt Thou pity us the less ?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!

3 Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief;

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Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
"Help Thou mine unbelief!"

4 She, too, who touched Thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,

Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole.”

5 Like her with hopes and fears we come
To touch Thee if we may;

Oh, send us not despairing home;

Send none unhealed away!

Amen.

"Thou sparest all, for they are Thine, O Lord, Thou Lover

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of souls."-Wisd. xi. 26.

ESU, Lover of my soul,

JESU

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the waters nearer roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past:
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!

2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee!
Leave-ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring ;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.

3 Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall! ́
Lo! on Thee I cast my care.
Reach me out Thy gracious hand!
While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope, I stand;
Dying, and, behold, I live!

4 Thou, O Christ, are all I want :
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name;
I am all unrighteousness :
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.

5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart ;
Rise to all eternity.

Amen.

Charles Wesley.

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"My soul longeth for Thee."-Ps. lxiii, 1.

1 MY spirit longs for Thee,

Within my troubled breast,

Though I unworthy be
Of so divine a Guest :

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"And when I saw Him, I fell at His Feet as dead."-Rev. i. 17.

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GOD, enshrined in dazzling light
Above the highest sphere,

My soul is filled with awe to feel
That Thou art present here.

2 Thine Eye is as a lamp of fire,
And in its searching flame
I see myself all stained with sin,
And bow my head with shame.

3 But, O my God, Thy Son hath died!
And from the dust I rise,

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And from myself and all sin
To Thee I lift mine eyes.

4 My sins are dark, but over all
Thy burning love I see;
And all my soul is full of praise,
And worships only Thee.

Amen.

Bishop Walsham How.

"They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced.”—

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Zech. xii. 10.

1 THOU who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us to look on Thee, and mourn,-
On Thee whom we have slain ;

Thee we have pierced a thousand times,
And by our oft-repeated crimes
Renewed Thy deadly pain.

2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith, to see
The Man transfixed on Calvary,—
To know Thee who Thou art,
The One eternal God and true!
And let the sight affect, subdue,

And break each stubborn heart.
3 Oh, let Thy dying love constrain
Our souls to love their God again,
Their Lord to glorify;

That we may come Thy Cross to share,
Join in Thy sacrificial prayer,

And with our Saviour die!

Amen.

"One day in Thy courts is better than a thousand."—

Ps. lxxxiv. 10.

1 OH, happy feet that tread

thedure, O Lord!

There heavenly light is shed;
There Thine own peace is poured.

2 Oh, happy knees that press
Thy Temple's lowly floor,
While contrite hearts confess,
And pardoning grace implore!