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Then thy wonders we'll proclaim,
And adore thy matchless name.
7 Endless blessings rest on thee!
Thou hast set the captive free;
We would shout aloud and sing,
Glory to our God and King.

721.

Praise for a Complete Saviour.

L. M.

To him that loved us, ere we lay
Conceal'd within the passive clay;
To him that loved us though we fell,
And saved us from the pains of hell;
2 To him that found us dead in sin,
And planted holy life within;

To him that taught our feet the way.
From endless night to endless day;

3 To him that wrought our righteousness, And sanctified us by his grace;

To him that brought us back to God, Through the red sea of his own blood; 4 To him that sits upon the throne, The great eternal Three in One; To him let saints and angels raise An everlasting song of praise.

722.

"At evening time it shall be light."-Zech. xiv. 7. WHAT am I, and where am I? Strange my self and paths appear; Scarce can lift a thought on high, Or drop one heart-feeling tear.

78.

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And though the Lord awhile forbear,
His needs he will supply.

A form of words may please

A sinner dead in sin;

But quicken'd sinners want to pray
As prompted from within.

The Holy Ghost indites,

All real vital prayer;

And prayer indited by the Lord,
The Lord will surely hear.

726.

7s.

"I am the bright and morning star."- Rev. xxii. 16.

CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief;

More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him.
This he gives you,

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call.

724.

Praise for Redeeming Love.

8. 8. 6.

How vast the sufferings, who can tell, When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell, And was in battle slain?

How great the triumph, who can sing, When from the grave the immortal King Triumphant rose again?

2 Yet we'll attempt his name to bless, While we pass through the wilderness To Canaan's happy shore.

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But when we reach the plains above,
And every breath we draw is love,
We'll sing his glories more.

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THE sinner born of God,

To God will pour his prayer,

S. M.

In sighs, or groans, or words express'd,
Or in a falling tear.

The feelings of his heart
Ascend to the Most High;

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4

And though the Lord awhile forbear,
His needs he will supply.

A form of words may please

A sinner dead in sin;

But quicken'd sinners want to pray
As prompted from within.

The Holy Ghost indites,

All real vital prayer;

And prayer indited by the Lord,
The Lord will surely hear.

726.

7s.

"I am the bright and morning star."-Rev. xxii. 16.

CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ the true, the only light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine!
Scatter all my unbelief;

More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

5

Surely the mercy I have sought
Is not for such as I.

No; he is full of grace;

He never will permit

A soul that fain would see his face,

To perish at his feet.

730.

Lord of All.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye souls redeem'd of gentile race, Ye ransom'd from the fall;

C. M.

Hail him who saves you by his grace,
Aud crown him Lord of all.

3 Let every kindred, every tribe,
Throughout this earthly ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 We too, amid the sacred throng,
Low at his feet would fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

731.

C. M.

"I am the Lord that healeth thee."-Exod. xv. 26.

HEAL us, Immanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;

Deep wounded souls to thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.

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