3 Hence then, ye black, despairing thoughts;
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise;
And guilt recedes, and terror dies.
4 In every dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart—
That Jesus bears us on his heart.
5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend!
On thee our humble hopes depend;
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

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2

3

Confidence in the Intercessor.

RISE, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands;
My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead ;

His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear:

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

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NOW

Christ our High Priest.

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 honors crowned

Mrs. Steele.

H. M.

C. Wesley.

C. M.

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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Temptation. Heb. iv. 16.
ITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;

WITH

His heart is made of tenderness,
And 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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The Weeping Saviour. Luke xix. 41.

ID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?

Doddridge.

C. M.

Watts.

S. M.

Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears

The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul-
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept, that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear ;-
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.

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Beddome.

L. M.

Christ the Guardian of his People. WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, And on his heart his people bears.

2 He who for us a surety stood,

And made the offering of his blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the friend of man.
3 Our fellow-sufferer still retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears and agonies and cries.

4 With boldness, therefore, at his throne
We come to make our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

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Christ the Rock of Ages.

OCK of ages, cleft for me,

Let the water and the blood,

From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;

Save from wrath, and make me pure.

2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

Logan.

78.

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

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The Star of Bethlehem.

Toplady.

1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky,

One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging sea I rode

The storm was loud, the night was dark;
The ocean yawned-and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
4 Deep horror then my vitals froze;

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now safely moored-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever and for evermore,

The Star-the Star of Bethlehem.

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The Covenant with the Redeemer.

L. M.

II. K. White.

UR God, how firm his promise stands,
E'en when he hides his face!

OUR

He trusts in our Redeemer's hands

His glory and his grace.

2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one?

Thy God is faithful to his saints,

Is faithful to his Son.

C. M.

3 Beneath his smiles my heart has lived,
And part of heaven possessed;

I praise his name for grace received,
And trust him for the rest.

Watts.

129 The Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin. C. M.

1 SIN, like a venomous disease,

Infects our vital blood;

The only balm is sovereign grace,
And the physician God.

2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;

But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead,
With his almighty breath.

3 Madness, by nature, reigns within,
The passions burn and rage,

Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.

4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise :

Such is the folly of the mind,

Till Jesus makes us wise.

5 We give our souls the wounds they feel,
We drink the poisonous gall,

And rush with fury down to hell;
But heaven prevents the fall.

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Earnest Supplications.

AVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee
Low we bow th' adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
Oh, by all thy pains and wo,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear thy people when they cry.
2 By thine hour of dark despair,
By thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,

By thy wounds-the crown of thorns-
By thy cross-thy pangs and cries,
By thy perfect sacrifice-

Watts.

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