And from it she will pertly start,
Till grace has broken down her heart.
4 O give me, Lord, thy righteousness,
To be my peace and wedding dress:
My sores it heals, my rags it hides,
And makes me dutiful besides.
116. A Just God and a Saviour.
O, THE power of love divine!
Who its heights and depths can tell-
Tell Jehovah's grand design,
To redeem our souls from hell?
2 Mystery of redemption this--
All my sins on Christ were laid;
My offence was reckon'd his;
He the great atonement made!
3 Fully I am justified:
Free from sin, and more than free:
Guiltless, since for me he died;
Righteous, since he lived for me.
4 Jesus, now to thee I bow:
Let thy praise my tongue employ.
Saved unto the utmost now.
Who can speak my heartfelt joy!
TOPLADY.
AWAKE, sweet gratitude, and sing
The ascended Saviour's love:
Sing how he lives to carry on,
His people's cause above;
2 With cries and tears he offer'd up
His humble suit below;
But with authority he asks,
Enthroned in glory now!
3 For all that come to God by him. Salvation he demands;
Points to their names upon his breast, And spreads his wounded hands.
4 His sweet atoning sacrifice
Gives sanction to his claim; "Father, I will that all my saints Be with me where I am!"
5 Eternal life, at his request, To every saint is given :
Safety on earth, and, after death,
The plenitude of heaven.
6 Founded on right, thy prayer avails;
The Father smiles on thee;
And now thou in thy kingdom art,
Dear Lord, remember ine!
C. M.
118. Melchisedec a Type of Christ.
THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be!
2 O let us ever hear thy voice;
In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec!
3 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.
4 When we appear in yonder cloud,
With all thy favour'd throng,
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be our song!
GREAT God! from thee there's nought con-
Thou seest my inward frame;
To thee I always stand reveal'd,
Exactly as I am!
2 Since I can hardly, therefore, bear
What in myself I see;
How vile and black must I appear,
Most holy God, to thee!
3 But since my Saviour stands between, In garments dyed in blood;
'Tis he, instead of me, is seen,
When I approach to God.
4 Thus, though a sinner, I am safe,
He pleads, before the throne,
His life and death in my behalf,
And calls my sins his own.
5 What wondrous love, what mysteries,
In this appointment shine;
My breaches of the law are his,
And his obedience mine.
120. Christ's Compassion to the Weak.
WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness;
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touch'd 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,
Pour'd 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.
JESUS, in thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more
Than the rich gems and polish'd 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 hands, For mortal was their race;
Thy never-changing office stands,
Eternal as thy days.]
5 [Once in the circuit of a year,
With blood, (but not his own,)
Aaron within the veil appears!
Before the golden throne.
6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood,
Ascends above the skies,
And, in the presence of our God,
Shows his own sacrifice.]
7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns,
On Zion's heavenly hill;
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
And wears his priesthood still.
8 He ever lives to intercede
Before his Father's face:
Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
Nor doubt the Father's grace.
The Offices of Christ Glorious.
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore,
All are too mean to speak his worth,
Too mean to set my Saviour forth.
But O, what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heavenly grace!
My eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love he bears for me.
[Array'd in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in his hands;
Commission'd from his Father's throne, To make his grace to mortals known.]
[Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came;
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Be thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide;
And through this desert land,
Still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way!]
[I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wandering soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock, he calls their names;
His bosom bears the tender lambs.]
[To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]
[Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.
His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne.] 9 [My Advocate appears
For my defence on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by.
Not all that hell or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart, his love away.]
[My dear, almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold, I sit,
In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.]
[Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down!
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.]
Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
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