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21.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Absent from the body, at home with the Lord."

WERE I from this, my house of clay,

By death's kind hand set free,

My spirit would, by angels borne,

To Jesus' bosom flee.

 

My cares all hush'd in lasting sleep,

My toil and sorrow gone,

Then should my lute and harp awake

Before my Father's throne.

 

No guilt can there benumb the soul,

Escap'd from Satan's wiles;

Atoning blood perfumes that place,

And nothing there defiles.

 

Ceaseless my new and holy song,

And sung with heav'n-born skill,

Of Christ the Lamb that soon shall be

Enthron'd on Zion's hill.

 

 

22.                                                                                                                                                                               8.7.4.

"Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known Me, Philip? He that hath seen Me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Show us the Father?"

YE who seek to know the Father,

Come and sit at Jesus' feet;

Jesus is the Father's image,

Now in Christ are we complete:

All perfections

In the cross of Jesus meet.

 

Son of God! we all adore Thee,

Heaven and earth Thy creatures are;

Son of Man-Thy people's surety,

Stooping low their sins to bear:

Justice bruis'd Thee,

Pierc'd Thine heart and could not spare.

 

Glorious kinsman, friend, and husband!

Show Thyself, Thy truth reveal;

Then shall we no bosom secret

From our well-belov'd conceal:

Wondrous friendship!

Sovereign balm our wounds to heal.

 

 

23.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell (i.e. hades), neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption."

"When He ascended up on high, He led captivity cap­tive, and gave gifts unto men."

"Now that He ascended, what is it but that He also descended first into the lower parts of the earth? He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that He might fill all things."

THE Prince of Life, once slain for us,

Ascended up on high;

Captivity was captive led,

And Christ no more can die.

 

His soul was not in hades left,

His cross had spoil'd the grave;

His body no corruption saw,

He died the lost to save.

 

With Jesus we were crucified,

With Christ our Head we live;

The glory first by Him obtain'd,

To us the Lord shall give.

 

His word is faithfulness and truth:

"Behold, I quickly come;"

And faith that counts the promise sure

Can pierce the midnight gloom.

 

Far spent already is the night:

In hope we hail the day

Of our beloved Lord's return,

To wipe all tears away.

 

Jesus at His appointed hour

In glory shall appear;

Then fashion'd by His mighty hand,

We shall His image bear.

 

Thou Son of God, the heav'nly Man,

Head of Thy ransom'd seed,

We treasure up the precious word,

"The Lord is ris'n indeed."

 

 

24.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending and remaining on Him, the same is He which baptizeth with the Holy Ghost."

THE dove that once on Jesus sat

Can now on us abide,

Revealing God the Father's face

In Jesus glorified.

 

Take heed, my soul, and watch and pray,

Lest thou the Spirit grieve,

Who makes thee know the Father's love,

And in the Son believe.

 

Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

In love and counsel one!

This three-fold cord, this rock is ours,

How shall we be undone?

 

 

25.                                                                                                                                                                               8s.

"Look on the face of Thine anointed."

A GLORIOUS grace! nor spot nor stain

Is seen on the adopted Child;

Jesus, who died and rose again,

The holy, harmless, undefil'd,

Within the holiest is gone,

And stands before my Father's throne.

 

My Saviour died upon the tree,

And sank for me beneath the flood;

My sins are cast into the sea

Of love, of sorrow, and of blood.

In Him I died, in Him I rose,

With Him I triumph o'er my foes.

 

My God! I give Thee of Thine own,

A heart by Jesus' cross subdu'd,

Polluted once, a heart of stone,

By Thy good Spirit now renew'd;

Look Thou upon my Priest and King,

While unto Thee this gift I bring

 

 

26.                                                                                                                                                                               S.M.

"And the temple of God was opened in heaven, and there was seen in His temple the ark of His testament."

JESUS, our Ark of strength,

Who gave Himself to die,

Rais'd from the dead now holds a throne

Of glorious majesty.

 

Jesus, our Ark of rest,

For us a ransom found;

By faith of Him we enter heav'n,

And dwell on hallow'd ground.

 

We have no city here,

With Christ the Lord we rise,

And sit where He to God presents

His perfect sacrifice.

 

Earth is a barren land,

Her grief and joy unblest;

Return, my soul, into the Ark,

In Jesus be at rest.

 

 

27.                                                                                                                                                                               8s.

"He is the Rock and His work is perfect."

"All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away; but the Word of the Lord endureth for ever."

JESUS, once slain on Calvary,

The Son of Man, the Holy One,

Nor change, nor end of days can see,

His brethren He shall ne'er disown;

For still He hates to put away,

Though we from Him unkindly stray.

 

As autumn leaves, all creatures fade,

And all their excellency dies;

The Man on whom our sins were laid,

Our great High-priest and Sacrifice,

The Christ, the Son of God most high,

The Prince of Life, can never die.

 

Thee, Lord, for shelter we embrace,

Jesus, our everlasting rock:

Afraid of our own fickleness,

To Thee we cling and brave the shock

Of principalities and powers,

For Christ, the Heavenly Man, is ours.

 

 

28.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."

WITH mingled joy and holy awe,

My soul looks back to Calvary;

The dreadful record, Sinai's law,

Nail'd to my Saviour's cross I see.

 

Death and his sting I overcome:

Once Jesus prov'd their utmost power,

He tells me of His vacant tomb,

And makes me more than conqueror.

 

In glorious raiment white and clean,

I come to God without alarm;

No spot on me by Justice seen,

My safeguard, the Almighty arm.

 

I cast away my slavish chains,

And to a Father now draw near,

Whilst Jesus' cross my soul constrains

To walk with God in holy fear.

 

 

29.                                                                                                                                                                               8s.

"He that spareth not His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things."

O GOD! whose wondrous name is love,

Whose hands have fashion'd us anew,

Before Thy face now stands the Lamb,

Whom sinful men once pierced and slew;

Thy own dear Son Thou didst not spare,

How shalt thou cease for us to care?

 

Our heavenly Father, grant us all

The new-born babe's simplicity;

The doubtful mind be far from us,

Who boast a God that cannot lie.

Array'd in comeliness divine,

On Jesus' bosom we recline.

 

Thou art the potter, we the clay;

Thy will be ours, Thy truth our light,

Thy love the fountain of our joy,

Thine arm our safeguard day and night,

Till Thou shalt wipe our tears away,

And Christ shall bring eternal day.

 

 

30.                                                                                                                                                                               8s.

"Behold I come quickly" (Rev. xxii. 7)·

"Behold I come quickly" (Rev. xxii. 12).

"Surely I come quickly: Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus"{(Rev. xxii. 20).

THE Lord who did to heav'n ascend,

Jesus, the Bright and Morning Star,

Our kinsman, our familiar friend,

Now shines upon us from afar,

While here as strangers we sojourn,

Waiting our glorious Lord's return.

 

A suffering worm He once was made,

And thus our sins He blotted out;

Soon in the Father's glory clad,

With angels and archangel's shout,

The Lord shall come, and every eye

Shall see His pow'r and majesty.

 

The Bridegroom comes, then let the Bride

With songs go forth her Lord to meet;

He for her sake was crucified,

The iron pierc'd His hands and feet.

Come, Son of God, the once slain Lamb,

Come and declare the Father's name.

 

 

31.                                                                                                                                                                               7^S.

"Who is the King of Glory?  the Lord of Hosts He is King of Glory."

KING of Glory set on high,

Girt with strength and majesty;

We Thy holy name confess,

Christ, the Lord our righteousness.

 

Jesus, spotless Lamb of God,

Wondrous Gift on man bestow'd;

Many crowns are on Thy head,

Glorious firstborn from the dead.

 

Gladly, Lord, we bow the knee

By the Father's great decree,

Unto His anointed One,

Jesus His beloved Son.

 

We Jehovah's throne surround,

Each with harp of solemn sound

Giving glory to our God

For His Gift on us bestow'd.

 

 

32.                                                                                                                                                                               8·7·4·

"Even hereunto were ye called; because Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that we should follow His steps."

IF our heavenly Father's kindness

Bitter waters bids us drink,

To Gethsemane resorting

There on Jesus let us think;

Looking on Him,

Who did e'er in trouble sink?

 

Watching with our Lord and Saviour,

Hark'ning to His earnest pray'r,

Jesus' meek submission pond'ring,

We perceive that Cod is there;

To this garden

We would oft with Christ repair.

 

 

How shall God's adopted children

Any bitter cup refuse?

Shall we charge the Lord with folly,

Or of cruelty accuse?

He was pleased

His dear Son for us to bruise.

 

 

33.                                                                                                                                                                               7^S.

"He shall spare the poor and needy, and shall save the souls of the needy."

CHRIST, the spotless Sacrifice,

Gives Himself to save the poor;

By His dying agonies

Justice opens Mercy's door.

 

Come, my soul, be humbly bold

Jesus' name to magnify:

Christ, the Lamb of God, behold;

He has triumphed gloriously.

 

Ask as largely as thou wilt

Of the Lamb for sinners slain;

Tell Him all thy grief and guilt-

Christ shall wash away the stain.

 

Fountain of atoning blood,

In Thy depths of love I sink:

Christ for sinners surety stood,

I the living waters drink.

 

 

34.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"This is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in His Son."

OUR God for us spared not His Son,

But bruised Him on the tree;

His death is our eternal life,

Our glorious liberty.

 

Love mov'd the hand of God to smite,

And mov'd the Son to bear;

How sweet on Calvary to stand-

The God of love is there.

 

 

35.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Bow down thine ear, 0 Lord: hear me, for I am poor and needy."

"If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above, where Christ sitteth at the right hand of God."

"Set your affections on things above, and not on things on the earth."

OUR God and Father, hear the cry

Of poverty unfeign'd ;

O keep our mind and conscience pure,

Our garments all unstain'd.

 

In Jesus, glorified with Thee,

Our high estate we learn,

And hear a Father's voice that asks

The children's kind return.

 

Then let the Spirit of Thy Son

Raise up our souls from earth,

To dwell with Christ, the Lord, on high,

As suits our heav'nly birth.

 

 

36.                                                                                                                                                                               8.7.

"And now, 0 Father, glorify Thou me with Thine own self, with the glory which I had with Thee before the world was."

NOW the bosom of the Father

Jesus crucified requites;

Christ exalted, crown'd with glory,

In this recompense delights.

 

Come, behold Him, our Forerunner,

Gone within the holy place;

Heav'n itself is Jesus' temple,

There He sees the Father's face.

 

As the eye of God the Father

Ever loves on Christ to rest,

Even so are Jesus' members

In their Head beloved and blest.

 

Praise and thanks to God we render,

Cast our crowns before His throne;

Jesus crucified, our glory,

Jesus crucified, alone.

 

 

37.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"I beseech Thee show me Thy glory."

"The same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled, for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, 'Peace be unto you.' "

THOU Son of God, our heav'nly Friend,

Once slain upon the tree,

We come Thy voice of love to hear,

Thy glory, Lord, to see.

 

Once other lords we blindly serv'd,

And broken cisterns tried;

But, sick at heart, we turn from them

To Jesus crucified.

 

O let us by the Spirit see

Thy pierced hands and feet;

Come, Saviour, Kinsman, Lord, and God,

Make haste with us to meet.

 

 

38.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, 0 God, Thou wilt not despise."

TO Thee, my Father, would I bring

A pleasant sacrifice;

My gift upon Thine altar laid,

Thy love will not despise.

I bring my heart, that turns from earth

To Him I pierced and slew;

A heart which only Christ could break,

And Jesus' cross subdue.

 

On Jesus' head my hand I lay,

And, while for Him I mourn,

My gift I offer in His name

By whom my sins were borne.

 

 

39.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Because thy loving-kindness is better than life, my lips shall praise Thee."

THY loving-kindness, 0 my God!

Is more than life to me!

Redeem'd from death, by Jesus' blood,

I walk in liberty.

 

In evil days, my anchor sure

Enters within the vail.

Thou bindest up my broken heart

If storms thy child assail.

 

A worm from out the dust I came;

But in my low estate

"Be thou for me," Thy love could say,

How shall that love abate!

 

Though father, mother, both forsake,

Thine arm upholds me still;

And Thou shalt bear me all my days,

Till I my course fulfil.

 

Thy loving-kindness will I sing,

While yet a stranger here;

More skilful when with Christ the Lord

In glory I appear.

 

 

40.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"For we which have believed do enter into rest."

I REST in Christ the Son of God,

Who took the servant's form;

By faith I flee to Jesus' cross,

My covert from the storm.

 

At peace with God, no ills I dread,

The cup of blessing mine;

The Lord is ris'n, His precious blood

Is new and living wine.

 

Jesus put all my sins away

When bruis'd to make me whole;

Who shall accuse or who condemn

My blameless, ransom'd soul?

 

O thou Destroyer, see the blood

That makes the guilty clean;

No prey of thine the soul on which

This token once is seen.