4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 391 BEHOLD the Lamb of God! Let it not be in vain That Thou hast died: 6,6,6,4,8,8,4. Thee for my Saviour let me take, 2 Behold the Lamb of God! Of Thy most precious blood Wash me and make me clean within, 3 Behold the Lamb of God! Saviour most blest; Fill us with love that never faints, 4 Behold the Lamb of God! Worthy is He alone That sitteth on the throne Of God above; One with the Ancient of all days, M. Bridges. 392 PRINCE of Peace, control my will; 2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, 3 May Thy will, not mine, be done, 4 Saviour, at Thy feet I fall, One for evermore with Thee. 393 7s. M. S. B. Shindler. C. M. JESUS, Thou art the sinner's friend : Now, in the fulness of Thy love, 2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, 3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God, While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile, Then in Thine all-abounding grace, 5 And when I close my eyes in death, Then, O my dear Redeemer God, 394 ETERNAL Light! eternal Light! How pure the soul must be, R. Burnham. 8,6,8,8,6. When, placed within Thy searching sight, 2 The spirits that surround Thy throne 3 Oh, how shall I, whose native sphere 4 There is a way for man to rise An offering and a sacrifice, An advocate with God. 5 These, these prepare us for the sight The sons of ignorance and night T. Binney. 395 S. M. OH CEASE, my wandering soul, 2 Behold the ark of God, Hasten to gain that dear abode, 396 W. A. Muhlenberg. 8,6,8,8,6. O SAVIOUR, where shall guilty man Thine was the warfare with his foe, 2 How came the everlasting Son, Why didst Thou meet the tempter's power, 3 To save us by Thy precious blood, That ours might be Thy perfect life, Thy thorny crown, Thy cross, Thy strife, And ours the victory. 4 Oh, make us worthy, gracious Lord, To Thy blest will our wills incline, C. E. May. 397 6,6,6,6,8,8. THY works, not mine, O Christ, They bid my fear depart. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 2 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awful load Of sins, that none in heaven Or earth could bear but God. 3 Thy death, not mine, O Christ, To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 4 Thy righteousness, O Christ, Save that which is of Thee. To whom, save Thee, who canst alone 398 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, H. Bonar. 6,6,6,6,8,8. To earth's remotest bound, |