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3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree,
His all-atoning blood !
My Saviour and my God!
For me this death is borne;
And pointed every thorn.
Break, Lord, its tyrant chain;
Nor bleed nor die in vain!
HYMN 203. P. M. 1 IIHEN toss'd on error's stormy tide,
From doubt to darkness driven, 'Twas thine iny wandering thoughts to guide And bid the world no more divide,
My erring heart from heaven. 2 As more to fancy's wildering song,
That heart's applause was given;. To charm it from llie joyless throng, Thy warning seem'd to breathe along,
The holy lyre of heaven.
As the last sigh of even,
A messenger from heaven.
By inercy's hand was riven;
Allu'd me back to heaven.
While life and strength are given, With feelings those alone can know, Vhom thou hast led to seek below, The blissful hope of heaven.
HYMN 204. P. M. 1 WI
HEN pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale,
And storms of life are fiercely driven ;
How sweet to have a hope in heaven. 2 When friends, that seem'd most near and dear,
Are from our hosoms swiftly riven,
How sweet to have a hope in heaven.
No kind relief to us is given,
If we had not a hope in heaven ?
Of life, through which we long have striven, And we at last must droop and die, How sweet to have a hope in heaven?
HYMN 205. P. M. 1
HIS world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;
There's nothing true but heaven! 2 And false the light on glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;
There's nothing bright but heaven ! 3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're driven; And fancy's flash, and reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way; There's nothing calm but heaven!
HYMN 206. L. M. 5
The mountains to their centre shake; And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars slied pale their feeble light. 2 The Lord shall come! but not the sare
As once in lowliness Ile cane;
A silent Lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.
With rainbow-wreath and robes of storm;
Appointed judge of all mankind.
As pilgrim on the world's highway,
The Nazarene,-the crucified ?
“Rocks, hide us ; mountains, on us fall ?" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing, “The Lord is come !"
HYMN 207. L. M.
The Parting Hymn. 1 Y
Whose hearts the sweetest union prove; Your friendship’s like a drawing band,
Yet we must take the parting hand.
Your words delightful to my ear;
They draw like cords around my heart.
Since we did meet to sing and pray;
Where Jesus show'd his smiling face. 4 O could I stay with friends so kind !
Ilow it would cheer my wounded mind:
That we must take the parting hand.
And heard you tell your hopes and fears;
trust his grace, and in that lard IVep no more take the parting hand.
7 Dear fellow youth in christian ties,
Who seek for mansions in the skies
Where parting hands will be no more. 8 But since it is God's holy will,
We must be parted for a while;
We'll say “ Our Father's will be done." 9 My christian friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you'll all be strong;
I hope we'll meet on Canaan's shore. 10 I hope you'll all remember me,
If here my face no more you see;
That we may meet beyond the grave. 11 O glorious day, 0 blessed hope !
My heart leaps forward at the thought,
We'll no more take the parting hand.
HYMN 208. P. M. 1
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all ;
His loving-kindness O how great!
Though earth and hell my way oppose,
His loving kindness, O how strong! 4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud,
5 Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
His loving-kindness changes not.
Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 0! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death. hy Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day,
HYMN 209. P. M.
praise Of Jesus my Saviour for mercy and grace; He purchased iny pardon by shedding his blood,
And bids me inherit the peace of my God. 2 My lot may be lowly, my parentage mean,
Yet born of my God there are glories unseen,
Prepared for souls of a heavenly birth. 3 Redeemed from a thousand allurements to sin,
I find in my cottage my heaven begin;
Then mansions of glory for ever enjoy. 4 By the sweat of my brow now I labour for bread,
Yet guarded by him not an evil I dread:
My poverty comes with a blessing me. 5 My labouring dress I shall soon lay aside, For a robe bright and splendid, a dress for &
brideA bride that is married to Jesus the Lamb, Shall be clad in the robes which are ever the
6 If my fare should be scant while I travel below,
Yet a feast that's eternal shall Jesus bestow;