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4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When mine eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne ;
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee !

A. M. Toplady. 391

BEHOLD the Lamb of God !
O Thou for sinners slain,
Let it not be in vain

That Thou hast died :
Thee for my Saviour let me take,
My only refuge let me make

Thy pierced side.
2 Behold the Lamb of God !

Into the sacred flood
Of Thy most precious blood

My soul I cast;
Wash me and make me clean within,
And keep me pure from every sin,

Till life be past.
3 Behold the Lamb of God!
All hail, incarnate Word,
Thou everlasting Lord,

Saviour most blest;
Fill us with love that never faints,
Grant us, with all Thy blessed saints,

Eternal rest.
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,
One with the Comforter in praise,
All light and love.

M. Bridges.



PRINCE of Peace, control my will
Bid this struggling heart be still
Bid my fears and doubtings cease ;
Hush my spirit into peace.

2 Thou hast bought me with Thy blood,

Opened wide the gate to God.
Peace I ask, but peace must be,

Lord, in being one with Thee.
3 May Thy will, not mine, be done,

May Thy will and mine be one ;
Chase these doubtings from my heart,

Now Thy perfect peace impart. 4 Saviour, at Thy feet I fall,

Thou my life, my God, my all !
Let Thy happy servant be
One for evermore with Thee.

M. S. B. Shindler.


C. M.
JESUS, Thou art the sinner's friend :

As such I look to Thee ;
Now, in the fulness of Thy love,

O Lord, remember me.

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace,

Remember Čalvary ;
Remember all Thy dying groans,

And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God,

I yield myself to Thee;
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,

Dear Lord, remember me.

4 Lord, I am guilty, I am vile,

But Thy salvation's free;
Then in hine all-abounding grace,

Dear Lord, remember me.
5 And when I close my eyes in death,

When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer God,
I pray, remember me.

R. Burnham. 394

8,6,8,8,6. ETERNAL Light ! eternal Light!

How pure the soul must be, When, placed within Thy searching sight, It shrinks not, but with calm delight

Can live, and look on Thee ! 2 The spirits that surround Thy throne

May bear the burning bliss ; But that is surely theirs alone, Since they

never, never known A fallen world like this. 3 Oh, how shall I, whose native sphere

Is dark, whose mind is dim, Before the Ineffable appear, And on my naked spirit bear

The uncreated beam ? 4 There is a way for man to rise

To that sublime abode, An offering and a sacrifice, A Holy Spirit's energies,

An advocate with God.
5 These, these prepare us for the sight

Of holiness above :
The sons of ignorance and night
May dwell in the eternal Light,
Through the eternal Love.

T. Binney.


S. M.
OH CEASE, my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam ;
All the wide world, to either pole,

Has not for thee a home.
2 Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door ;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.
3 There safe thou shalt abide,

There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

W. A. Muhlenberg. 396

8,6,8,8,6. O SAVIOUR, where shall guilty man

Find rest except in Thee ?
Thine was the warfare with his foe,
The cross of pain, the cup of woe,

And Thine the victory.
2 How came the everlasting Son,

The Lord of life, to die?
Why didst Thou meet the tempter's power,
Why, Jesus, in Thy dying hour,

Endure such agony ?
3 To save us by Thy precious blood,

To make us one in Thee,
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,

Of all Thy love to be ;
To Thy blest will our wills incline,
That unto death we may be Thine,
And ever live in Thee.

C. E. May.

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6,6,6,6,8,8. The works, not mine, O Christ,

Speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done ;

They bid my fear depart.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

2 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,

Has borne the awful load
Of sins, that none in heaven

Or earth could bear but God.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

3 Thy death, not mine, O Christ,

Has paid the ransom due ;
Ten thousand deaths like mine

Would have been all too few.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

4 Thy righteousness, O Christ,

Alone can cover me;
No righteousness avails

Save that which is of Thee.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

H. Bonar.


6,6,6,6,8,8. Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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