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s Let all attend the Saviour's word:
"Sinners, the gift divine receive:
Lift up your down-cast eyes, and live.
222. C. M. Mr. Wesley.
My dear Redeemer's praise !
The triumphs of his grace.
That bids our sorrows cease;
Tis life, and health, and peace.
He sets the pris'ners free:
His blood avail'd for me.
Your God, ye fallen race:
Be justify'd by grace.
2.3. L. M. Steele. The only Saviour. Acts iv. 12. 1 TESUS, the spring of joy divine,
J Whence all our hopes aird comforts flow Jesues, no other name but thine
Can save us from eternal woe. 2 In vain would boasting reason find
The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind
Bewilder'd in a dubious road. 3 No other name will heav'n approve",
Thou art the true, die livilig way, Ordain'd by everlasting love,
To the bright realnu of endless day
4 Safe lead us through this world of night,
And bring us to the blissful plains,
224. C. M. Dr. Watts. Christ superior to Moses; or, the Works of
Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3.
n Who wonld not fear thy name!
Who would not love the Lamb ? 2 He has done more than Moses did,
Our Prophet and our King;
And taught our lips to sing.
Th' Egyptian host was drown'd;
And guilt no more is found.
With manna they were fed;
And calls it living bread.
Yet never reach'd the place!
To see his Father's face.
And feel a warmer flame:
225. L. M. Dr. Watts. Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. 1 N OW to the Lord a noble song!
N Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue:
The brightest image of his grace;
election thesis namisme
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise and powerful God;
The pleasing lustre of his eyes • Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 6 Oh, may I reach the happy place
Where he unveils his lovely face!
226. C. M. Dr. Watts.
The Sacrifice of Christ. 1 LOW is our nature spoil'd by sin !
1 Yet nature ne'er hath found The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
By methods of our own:
Can bring us near thy throne.
Empress our souls with dread:
It strikes our spirits dead.
Hath answer'd these demands;
Come down by Jesus' hands.
The altar and the Lamb;
Salvation through his name.
Tis on thy cross we rest :
227. C. M. Dr. Watts. NHERE shall the guilty conscience go
To find a sure relief?
whilse let my faith's VI
Can bleeding bulls or goats bestow
A balm to ease my grief ?
Release niy soul from sin ?
To calm the wrath divine! 3 God, the great God, who rules the skies,
The gracious and the just, Makes his own Son a sacrifice,
And there lies all our trust.
The gospel of my God!
In Christ's atoning blood.
Here let repentance rise ;
His dying agonies.
How great niy guilt has been;
228. L. M. Dr. Watts. Christ our Sacrifice. Psalm xl. 5-10. ITVE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought.
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my nambers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacritice,
To thy designs he bows bis ears:
6" The spirit shall descend and show
The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, " Thy wisdom, and thy righteousness."
229 S. M. Dr. Watts.
Faith in Christ our Sacrifice.
V On Jewish altars slain,
Or wash away the stain.
Takes all our sins away;
And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens thou didst bear. When hanging on the cursed tree,
Aud sees her guilt was there. 5 Believiug, we rejoice
To see the curse remove; .
230. Mr. Charles Wesley.
a To Jesus draw nigh, To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Our ransom and peace,
Our surety he is,
The Lord in the day
Of mercy did lay Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away
He died to atone
For sins not his own; The Father hath punish'd for us his dear Sou.
Come, lift up your eyes
At Jesus's cries, Behold bow he snffers / how patient he dies !