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4 Hark, O my soul, what sing the choirs

Around the glorious throne? Hark! the Lamb slain" for evermore Sounds in the sweetest tone; The elders there cast down their crowns, And all, in endless day Sing praise to him who shed his blood, And wash'd their guilt away.

5 This, while on earth, we will declare

Cheerful in our degree,

That thro' the blood of God's dear Lamb
Each soul may happy be.
But thou, O Lord! make ev'ry day
Thy grace to us more sweet,
Till we behold thy pierced side,
And worship at thy feet.

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O IF the Lamb had not been slain,
To save us from perdition,
And everlasting life to gain,

What had been our condition?
But since poor sinners favor'd are
To have a Friend so very dear,
We cannot but be happy.

2 With all our errors and mistakes He bears, and loves us dearly; A contrite soul He ne'er forsakes,

That acteth but sincerely. When the whole heart to him is giv'n We have a foretaste here of heav'n,

In fellowship with Jesus.

3 When we have fail'd and deeply

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AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!)



once was lost, but now am found,
That sav'd a wretch like me;
Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd!

3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, I am already come;

'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord hath promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be As long as life endures.

5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess within the vail,
A life of joy and peace.

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3 I now wish to be Devoted to thee,

Who for me hast dy'd-Grant that I may serve thee, and in thee abide.

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O HOW enraptur'd is my heart,
That in my Jesus I have part,
He is my only treasure!
May I for evermore abide
A member of his chosen bride,
And live unto his pleasure;
Oh! I have joy,

At the favor-that my Saviour
Here already

Join'd me to the church his body.'

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O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep!
For your Shepherd will for ever
You, his flock in safety keep;

You are objects of his favor:
Only fast unto him cleave,
You he'll ne'er forsake nor leave.

352.* T. 97.

MY All in all, my faithful Friend!
Upon whose mercy I depend ;
Than ought in earth or heav'n more dear;
My Paschal Lamb from year to year;
My Shield, my Rock, my Polar-star,
my Guide,

Thou art my God, and ever shalt abide!

XX, Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation

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For the blessings which accrue
From thy human life and passion;
May our hearts and lips with one accord
Praise thee, Lord! :||:

2 For thy death :||:

Thou art worthy, Lamb of God,
That our lives and whole demeanor
Praise thee, yea each drop of blood
Be devoted to thy honor,
And our souls uninterruptedly
Cleave to thee. :||:

3 O how great :||:
Are the blessings we derive
From the fulness of our Saviour!
They who him by faith receive,
And desire to taste his favor,
From this source may freely take always
Grace for grace. :||:

4 Ah remain :||:

Ah remain our highest Good!
In our hearts, dear suff'ring Saviour,
Shed thy dying love abroad;
This will rule our whole behavior,
Us with love inspire, till we shall be,
Lord, with thee. :||:

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To our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!

O may his love (immortal flame!)
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.

2 His love what angel's thought can reach?

What mortal's tongue display?
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.

3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came on earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this!

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May ev'ry heart with rapture say: "The Saviour dy'd for me."

5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue,
Till strangers love thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.


T. 14.

O JESUS, for thy matchless love,
Accept our warmest praise;
Since thou didst leave thy throneabove,
To save a sinful race.

For us he man became,
And still abides the same;
To make us all one spirit
With him, is his blest aim.

358.* T. 155.
ANGELS, principalities,
Thrones and pow'rs in heav'nly places,
Worship Jesus,

As the Author of their frame;
We with them

2 Thanks for thy suff'rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation,


And groans in thy distress;

The source of never-fading joys,

And endless happiness.

Human life and bitter passion, And adore his saving name.

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3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of


When hanging on the tree;

What a divine refreshment this

To souls athirst for thee!


My soul so sensibly?

'Tis when I view the fervent love,

That urged thee to die;

4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry, And feel that from thy precious blood,

And meritorious death:

Grant we may all on thee rely, And live a life of faith.

356. T. 167.

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T. 244. REDEEMED congregation, Extol with one accord The God of our salvation, Sing praises to the Lord:

So freely shed for me,

Flows all my happiness in time,
And in eternity.

2 This grace, as long as life shall last,
I humbly will proclaim;
I, who a sinner void of good,

Who dust and ashes am:
'Tis deeply rooted in my heart,
Eras'd it ne'er shall be,
That by thy meritorious death
Thou hast redeemed me.

3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,
While here below I stay:
I'm lost in wonder and amaze,
When I thy goodness weigh,
That I, poor sinner, am become
A child of thine, thro' grace,
And being thine, a joyful heir

Of ceaseless happiness.

4 With contrite tears I thee adore,
And thank for mercy free;
I'll in my walk show forth thy praise,
Ev'n in my small degree:

If thou support me with thy aid,
As my most gracious Lord;
Th' imperfect service which I yield,
Will joy to thee afford.

5 Whenever my frail nature swerves
Beyond the proper bounds, [gives,
Thou know'st, O Lord, what pain it
How grievously it wounds;
With eager haste I therefore flee,
And safely wish to hide
Within thy wounds, O God my Rock,
And in those clefts abide.

6 O thou, who to redeem my soul
Didst on the cross expire,
Grant I may love thee in return,
Be this my fix'd desire:
Henceforth no more to cherish self,
But to thy praise to live,
Who lovedst me, and out of love
Thyself for me didst give.

7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,
My heart shall e'er retain ;
And earnestly I'll shun thro' grace,

All that which gives thee pain;
For nothing now which this vain world
Can offer or devise,

Can yield me any further joy,
Nought but my ransom price.
8 For ever then remain engrav'd
Deep in my heart's recess;
Thee whom I wish to love in truth,
O may my mouth confess :
Grant that each sheep within thy fold
Thy seal impress'd may bear,
Until thou, at the judgment day,
In glory shalt appear.

360.* T. 151.

BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour
Gives his life and blood,

Thee to restore to favor,

And reconcile to God;

Thy ev'ry pain he eases,

In him thou find'st relief,
Rise then, and sing his praises,
Who turns to joy thy grief.
2 How is my soul delighted,
Tho' shame o'erspreads my face,
When I, by faith excited,

The Lamb of God can trace,
In all his bitter passion,
Till dying on the tree!
He bare my condemnation,
And gained life for me.

3 I see him in the garden


Shed floods of bitter tears,
Sinking beneath the burden;
I hear his anxious pray❜rs;
see him pine and languish,
As on the ground he lay,
Till, thro' his pores in anguish,
The blood-sweat forc'd its way.
4 I fully am assured

My Saviour loveth me,
By all he hath endured
In his great agony;

His back plough'd o'er with furrows,
His side pierc'd with a spear,
And unexampled sorrows,

His boundless love declare.

5 My fav'rite theme is Jesus,
All else I count but loss;
His love all thought surpasses,

Ah, view him on the cross!
Thence hope and consolation
I freely can derive;
Were he not my salvation,

I could not bear to live.
6 Near Jesus' cross I tarry,
On him I fix mine eyes,
Behold him spent and weary ·
A bleeding sacrifice;
Once of his heav'nly glory
I shall obtain a sight;
But here, his suff'ring beauty
Remains my chief delight.
7 What undeserved favor
Hath Jesus to me shown!
Might I recline for ever

Upon his breast, like John.
Tis my heart's inclination,
Like Mary, oft to sit,
Until my consummation,

Lord, at thy pierced feet.
8 In my forlorn condition

Thou, Lord, didst me receive, Thou savedst from perdition

My soul, and badst me live:
With inward spirit's ardor,

I thank thee for thy grace;
Thyself this heav'nly fervor
Of love to thee increase!

T. 146.

LORD Jesus, who for me
Hast endless bliss obtained,
And as thy property

My soul by blood regained:
Accept a weeping eye,

A warm and grateful heart,
Tho' a thank-off'ring poor,
Yet take it in good part.
2 Jesus, thy dying love

And thy blood-bought salvation,
By day and night shall prove
My fav'rite meditation.
When I commune with thee,
As tho' before mine eyes
I saw thee bodily;
My faith this vivifies.

3 I look to Golgotha,

For me I view thee languish,
And melt like wax away
Before thy pain and anguish ;
By faith I see God's wrath
In what on thee did fall,
The fountain too and bath
For offences all.

4 Most gracious God and Lord! Mankind's almighty Saviour! Worthy to be ador'd

By all both now and ever!
Those souls are blest indeed
Who thee embrace by faith,
As thou for us wast laid

Low in the dust of death.
5 In thee I trust by faith,
Jesus, my God and Saviour;
On thy atoning death

My soul shall feed for ever;
Thy suff'rings shall remain

Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man! Till I with thee shall rest.

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I revere-him with fear:
But his expiration
Yields me consolation.

2 Heart-reviving is the view
Of our lovely Saviour;
Him our highest Good to know,
Be our whole endeavour;
We're unclean,-full of sin,
But the stripes of Jesus
Heal all our diseases.

3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee!
Thou hast vict'ry gained,
And upon the cross for me
Endless bliss obtained;
Thou art mine,-I am thine;
May my whole demeanor
To thy name give honor.

363.* T. 97.

THANKS to the Man of sorrows be,
To Jesus Christ, who set us free
From sin and death, when on the cross
He suffer'd to retrieve our loss;

Had he not shed his blood our debt to
We still had been the devil's wretched
2 O had not Jesus' blood been shed,
Life would a burden be indeed,
No comfort could we ever find,

ray of hope to cheer our mind; But now on earth we may enjoy his grace, And humbly hope in heav'n to see his face.

3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth Our Lord's atonement will set forth, Will love our Master unto death, And humbly cleave to him by faith. Lord Jesus, be thou prais'd eternally, If there no Jesus were, what should we be!

364.* T. 146.

WE sinners void of good,

Defil'd by sin and stained, Yet bought with Jesus' blood, Who our salvation gained, As helpless, vile and poor, Appear before his face, And humbly him adore

For our blest lot of grace.

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