Array'd in mortal flesh,
Christ 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.

Be thou our counsellor,
Our pattern and our guide!
And through this desert land
Still keep us near thy side!
O let our feet

Ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek

The crooked way

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We'd hear our Shepherd's voice,
Whose watchful eye doth keep
Poor wand'ring souls 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 hands,
My soul, commend thy cause;
He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws:
Believing souls

Now free are set,

For Christ hath paid

Their dreadful debt.

Their Advocate appears i
For their defence on high,
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunders by:
Not all that hell

Or sin can say,
Shall turn his heart,

His love away.

Then let our souls arise,
And tread the tempter down;
Our Captain leads us forth
To conquest and a crown.
A feeble saint

Shall win the day,
Tho' death and hell
Obstruct the way.

101. Jesus the Saviour.

LAMB of God, we fall before thee,
Humbly trusting in thy cross;
That alone is all our glory,

All things else are dung and dross.
Thee we own a perfect Saviour,
Only source of all that's good;
Ev'ry grace and ev'ry favour

Come to us through Jesus' blood.
Jesus gives us true repentance,
By his Spirit sent from heav'n;

Jesus whispers this sweet sentence,
Son, thy sins are all forgiv'n,'

Faith he gives us to believe it;
Grateful hearts his love to prize;
Want we wisdom? He must give it,
Hearing ears, and seeing eyes.
Jesus gives us pure affections,
Wills to do what he requires,
Makes us follow his directions,
And what he commands inspires.
All our pray'rs and all our praises,
If they're offer'd in his name,
He who dictates them is Jesus,
He who answers them, the same.

102. Christ our Ransom.

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SAY, where's thy hope? thou sinner, say;
Look ev'ry where, and ask around,
Who all the mighty debt can pay?
Can a fit ransom e'er be found?
Yes, Lord, before I drew my breath
The Lamb for me had suffer'd death!
Far, far away, must Satan fly,

Nor think me captive to detain:
For Jesus, when he deign'd to die, -
"My bondage broke, and burst my chain;
And, conqu'ror in the dreadful fight,
My soul from thence becomes his right.
Take thou possession of my heart,
Jesu, and make me live to thee;

With thee let nothing claim a part,
But thou my all for ever be!
And give me, with thy saints above,
All joy in thee, thou God of love!

103. Christ the Fountain opened.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he, d
Wash'd all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose it pow'r,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love as been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save,

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When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue,

Lies silent in the grave. o's

Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd

(Unworthy tho' I be)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by pow'r divine,

To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

104. The Fountain of Christ. THE fountain of Christ assist me to sing, The blood of our priest, our crucify'd King, Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth,

And richly dispenses salvation and health. This fountain so dear he'll freely impart, Unlock'd by the spear it gush'd from his heart, With blood and with water, the first to atone, To cleanse us the latter; the fountain's but one. This fountain from guilt not only makes pure, And gives, soon as felt, an infallible cure;' But if guilt removed return and remain, Its pow'r may be proved again and again, This fountain unseal'd stands open for all That long to be heal'd, the great and the small; Here's strength for the weakly, that hither are led,

Here's health for the sickly, here's life for the dead.

This fountain, tho' rich, from charge is quite

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clear; The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here. Come needy, come guilty, come loathsome and bare;

You can't come too filthy, come just as you are,