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Surely the mercy I hare sought

Is not for such as I.
5 No; he is full of grace;

He never will permit
A soul that fain would see his face,
To perish at his feet.
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C.U.
Lord of An.
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 rapsom'd from the fall;
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.
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C. N. “ 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.

2 Our faith is feeble, we confess;

We faintly trust thy word;
But wilt thou pity us the less ?

Be that far from the Lord !
3 Remember him who once applied,

With trembling for relief;
“Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,

“ O help my unbelief.”
4 She too who touch'd thee in the press,

And healing virtue stole,
Was answer'd, “Daughter, go in peace;

Thy faith hath made thee whole.”
5 Like her with hopes and fears we come,

To touch thee, if we may;
O send us not despairing home;

Send none unheal’d away.

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148th. “ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God."-Ps. cxxxix. 17

INDULGENT God, how kind
Are all thy ways to me,
Whose dark benighted mind

Was enmity with thee;
Yet now, subdued by scr’reign grace,
My spirit longs for thy embrace.

How precious are thy thoughts,
Which o'er my bosom roll;
They swell beyond my faults,

And captivate my soul;
How great their sum, bow high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.

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3 Preserved in Jesus when

My feet made haste to hell;
And there should I have gone,

But thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, thy mercy free,
Which from the pit deliver'd me.

A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood;
The streams of love ) trace

Up to the fountain, God;
And in his wondrous mercy see,
Eternal thoughts of love to me.

S. M.

733. "Out of the heart proceed evil thoughts," &0.-Matt. xv. 19. ASTONISH'D and distress'd,

I turn my eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt oppress’d, The seat of every

sin. 2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there! Distrust, presumption, artful guile,

Pride, envy, slavish fear. 3 Almighty King of saints!

These tyrant-lusts subdue; Expel the darkness of my mind, And all

my powers renew.
This done, my cheerful voice

Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.

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C. M.

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The Lord's Supper.
LORD, who can hear of all thy woe,

Thy groans and dying cries,
And not feel tears of sorrow flow,

And sighs of pity rise? 2 Much harder than the hardest stone

That man's hard heart must be. Alas, dear Lord, with shame we own,

That just such hearts have we.
3 The symbols of thy flesh and blood

Will (as they have been oft)
With unrelenting hearts be view'd,

Unless thou make them soft. 4 Dissolve these rocks; call forth the stream,

Make every eye a sluice;
Let none be slow to weep for him

Who wept so much for us. 5 And while we mourn, and sing, and pray,

And feed on bread and wine,
Lord, let thy quick’ning Spirit convey

The substance with the sign.

8. 7. 4.

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“Happy is that people that is in such a case."- Ps. cxliv. 15.
O the happiness arising

From the life of grace within,
When the soul is realizing
Conquests over hell and sin;

Happy moments!
Heavenly joys on earth begin.

L. M.

2 On the Saviour's fulness living,

All bis saints obtain delight;
With the strength which he is giving,
They can wrestle, they can fight.

Happy moments!
When King Jesus is in sight.
3 Nearer, nearer to him clinging,

Let my helpless soul be found; All my sorrows to him bringing, May his grace in me abound;

Happy moments!
With new covenant blessings crown'd.
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“ Show me a token for good.”—Psalm lxxxvi. 17.
Show me some token, Lord, for good,
Some token of thy special love;
Show me that I am born of God,

And that my treasure is above. 2 My supplication, Lord, is this,

That all my sins may be subdued;
That all thy precious promises

May be to me and for my good. 3 O seal my pardon to my soul,

And then proclaim my peace with thee; Thus make my wounded conscience whole,

And that will be for good to me.
4 Let thy good Spirit rule my heart,

And gorern all my words and ways;
Let grace abound in every part,
And teach my tongue to sing thy praise.

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