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41.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in His love, He will joy over thee with singing."

GOD in His love to us can rest

Through Jesus' sacrifice,

Can hear a moving voice of pray'r

In speechless tears and sighs.

 

The longing of our thirsty soul,

A thought, an upward look,

The God of love delights to write

In His eternal book.

 

While mourners smite the breast and pray,

With simple words and few,

Jesus from heav'n their spirit cheers,

And says, "I died for you."

 

Father of Lights, at Jesus' cross

Our loftiness abase;

The contrite with Jehovah speak,

And commune face to face

 

 

42.                                                                                                                                                                               8.7.4.

"Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows."

"Wherefore God also hath highly exalted Him."

BY the hand of Justice stricken,

Christ our Passover was made;

Now the Father on His shoulder

All the government has laid;

Trust in Jesus,

O my soul, nor be afraid.

 

Heav'n and earth He made and fashion'd,

They the Christ of God proclaim;

Death and hell, and powers of darkness,

Tremble at the Saviour's' name.

Let all creatures

Bow the knee unto the Lamb.

 

Resting safe beneath His shadow,

We discern the Father's face;

Who but Jesus, slain for sinners,

Can Jehovah's form express?

We will glory

In the Lord our Righteousness.

 

 

43.                                                                                                                                                                               8.7.4.

"Unto Thee I will pray, 0 Lord, my Rock."

SMITTEN Rock of our Salvation,

Son of God, our Priest and King,

Shall the poor and needy perish

Who to Thee for shelter cling?

Living waters

From the Rock of Ages spring.

 

Should our heart, o'erwhelm'd within us,

Mourn as if all joy were dead,

Gracious God, by Thy good Spirit,

To their Rock Thy people lead:

Jesus' fulness

Shall supply our utmost need.

 

 

44.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"For yet a little while, and He that shall come will come, and will not tarry."

THE hour decreed hastes on apace,

When children who in tears have sown,

Shall see their heavenly Father's face,

And know their God as they are known.

 

But how before the creature's eye

Shall God without a veil appear?

The Lamb once slain on Calvary

Shall the great mystery declare.

 

Jesus the servant's form would take,

The Son of God for sinners died;

In Jesus' likeness I shall wake,

In Jesus' fulness satisfied.

 

Soon as a dream or tale that's told

The heavens and earth must pass away,

While we the Son of Man behold,

Nor in one thought from Jesus stray.

 

The heavens and earth shall be renew'd,

To show His death upon the tree;

To Him must all things be subdu'd,

To Jesus all must bow the knee.

 

Our city God Himself did build,

The Lamb its everlasting light;

No tears, no curse, 'tis undefil'd, .

All blameless in Jehovah's sight.

 

 

45.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"There is, therefore, now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh

but after the Spirit."  

"N0 condemnation"--0 my soul,

'Tis God that speaks the word;

Perfect in comeliness art thou,

In Christ thy glorious Lord.

 

In heav'n His blood for ever speaks

In God the Father's ear;

His Church, the jewels on His heart,

Jesus will ever bear.

 

"No condemnation "-precious word!

Consider it, my soul;

Thy sins were all on Jesus laid,

His stripes have made thee whole.

 

Teach us, 0 God, to fix our eyes

On Christ the spotless Lamb;

So shall we love Thy gracious will,

And glorify Thy name.

 

 

46.                                                                                                                                                                               S.M.

"I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins: return unto me; for I have redeemed thee."

MY sins are blotted out

Since Jesus died for me;

My times are in a Father's hand,

My steps in His decree.

 

Jesus in heav'n appears

For me to intercede,

And countless benefits proclaim;

"The Lord is ris'n indeed."

 

A little child is free

Of carefulness and guile,

Rests in a mother's guardian love,

And waits a father's smile.

 

Father of Spirits, hear,

Make me this little child;

May I delight myself in Thee,

By no mistrust defil'd.

 

 

47.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The captive exile hastened that he may be loosed."

MY soul amid this stormy world

Is like some fluttered dove;

And fain would be as swift of wing

To flee to Him I love.

 

The cords that bound my heart to earth

Are broken by His hand;

Before His cross I found myself

A stranger in the land.

 

That visage marr'd, those sorrows deep,

The vinegar and gall--

These were His golden chains of love,

His captive to enthral.

 

My heart is with Him on His throne,

And ill can brook delay;

Each moment list'ning for the voice,

"Rise up and come away."

 

With hope deferr'd oft sick and faint,

"Why tarries He?" I cry;

Let not the Saviour chide my haste,

For then I would reply:

 

"May not a exile, Lord, desire

His own sweet land to see?

May not a captive seek release;

A pris'ner to be free?

 

"A child, when far away, may long

For home and kindred dear;

And she that waits her absent lord

May sigh till he appear."

 

I would, my Lord and Saviour, know

That which no measure knows,

Would search the myst'ry of Thy love,

The depths of all Thy woes.

 

I fain would strike my harp divine

Before the Father's throne;

There cast my crown of righteousness,

And sing what grace has done.

 

Ah! leave me not in this base world

A stranger still to roam;

Come, Lord, and take me to Thyself,

"Come, Jesus, quickly come."

 

 

48.                                                                                                                                                                               L.M.

"He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young."

THE Lamb of God exalted reigns,

Once slain, He lives no more to die;

He broke a guilty pris'ner's chains,

And I within His bosom lie.

 

I laugh at famine, smile at fear,

While telling all my riches o'er:

I have the Lord, my Shepherd, near,

And in His fulness see my store.

 

If troubles rise, or cares annoy,

By wicked foes am I oppress'd?

He's my deep stream of peace and joy,

My pastures of eternal rest.

 

Satan would fright me from the way,

His wiles I prove, his snares I know;

Pride, folly, guilt, that make, me stray;

Are poisoned arrows from his bow.

 

But still, in dark and gloomy days,

My Saviour does the Shepherd's part;

Restores me to His holy ways,

And baffle all the tempter's art.

 

To Him, who bore my sins, I cry,

Tell Him my foolishness and fears;

And while His rod I justify,

With kiss of love He dries my tears.

 

My erring steps I call to mind,

And shame and sorrow fill my soul,

To think I should be so unkind

To Him whose stripes have made me whole.

 

While I my daily battle wage,

With foes that force and fraud combine,

My Captain-Shepherd curbs their rage,

And cheers me with His bread and wine.

 

By His good Spirit's quickening breath

I taste His love, behold His power;

His shame and glory, life and death,

Make me a more than conqueror.

 

His tender mercies follow still

Each step of my appointed race;

In weakness now I do His will,

But hope to see Him face to face.

 

Then God shall wipe all tears away,

As we are known we then shall know;

Nor shall we from those fountains stray,

Whence living waters ceaseless flow.

 

 

49.                                                                                                                                                                               7s.

"Who is like unto Thee, 0 Lord, among the gods? who is like Thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?"

GOD of glorious holiness,

Hearken while Thy name we bless;

Thou wast pleased Thy Son to bruise,

Jesus' cross Thy bosom shows.

 

Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Shall we dread Thy hurtful sword?

Never shall it wake again,

Christ our Passover is slain.

 

We rejoice in Thy dear Son,

Glory in His cross alone;

Jesus bore our sins away,

On His head our hand we lay.

 

Faith discerns Thy mercy-seat,

Speaks with God in converse sweet;

Rais'd with Christ and set on high,

Children, "Abba, Father," cry.

 

 

50.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"And He left them, and went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words."

THE Son of God, the Prince of Life,

Thrice in the garden pray'd;

The sword was drawn to pierce the Man

On whom our sins were laid.

 

He ask'd if it were possible

The cup might pass away;

Made flesh for us, the Son of God

A prostrate suppliant lay.

 

Strong crying, tears, and sweat of blood,

Bespeak His agony;

Yet must He sink in deeper grief,

That we may never die.

 

The sword awaken'd cannot rest

Till God has slain His Son;

The Lord must die on Calvary,

And thus for sin atone.

 

Go to Gethsemane, my soul,

And watch with Jesus there;

Ponder His foretaste of the cup-

­Then to the cross repair.

 

 

51.                                                                                                                                                                               S.M.

"Seventy weeks are determined upon Thy people and upon Thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the most holy."

THE Lamb is offer'd up,

The Son of God is slain;

Jehovah's mercy-seat appears,

The vail is rent in twain.

 

Now truth and mercy meet

In holy unity;

Since Jesus' blood the pardon seals

That sets the pris'ner free.

 

Within the holy place,

Made by Jehovah's hand,

Let Jesus, who was crucified,

The King of Glory stand.

 

Lift up your heads, ye gates!

With Christ we enter in;

The children's fellowship with God

We claim by blood divine.

 

 

52.                                                                                                                                                                               S.M.

"This do in remembrance of Me."

WITH Jesus in our midst

We gather round the board;

Though many we are one in Christ,

One body in the Lord.

 

Our sins were laid on Him

When bruis'd on Calvary;

With Christ we died and rose again,

And sit with Him on high.

 

Faith eats the bread of life,

And drinks the living wine;

Thus we in love, together knit,

On Jesus' breast recline.

 

Soon shall the night be gone,

And we with Jesus reign;

The marriage supper of the Lamb

Shall banish all our pain.

 

 

53.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"That He might be just and the justifier of him that believeth in Jesus."

JESUS did pass the angels by,

Our flesh on Him to take,

That God might bruise His Son for us,

And on the cross forsake.

 

Jehovah's terrors now no more

In darkness vail His throne;

Mount Calvary proclaims His grace-­

There all His name is known.

 

There justice counts the guilty clean;

There truth and mercy meet;

All boasting is excluded there,

And God alone is great.

 

To God we sing of Jesus' cross;

Our heavenly Father, hear;

Worthy the Lamb, and none but He,

The many crowns to wear.

 

In all Thy glory let Him come,

In His own brightness shine,

And reap in joy, who sow'd in tears,

And shed His blood divine.

 

 

54.                                                                                                                                                                               8s.

"Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come."

OUR Father! By whose Spirit's pow'r

Thy Son was of a woman made,

And in His life and dying hour

The broken law for us obey'd:

Thy Spirit in Thy children dwells,

And to our hearts Thy love reveals.

 

Jesus, enthron'd at Thy right hand,

Sent forth from Thee the Comforter,

By whom Thy saints anointed stand

Within the holiest-and there,

In Christ unblemish'd and complete,

Adore Thee at Thy mercy seat.

 

O let Thy children's concord be

An image bright of things above,

A glass to show the unity

Of Father, Son, and Spirit's love;

A living picture to display,

A love that we can ne'er repay.

 

This everlasting love redeems

The needy from their guilt and woe;

These fountains yield the living streams

Which through eternity shall flow;

Stronger than death this threefold cord,

Thou holy, holy, holy Lord.

 

 

55.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."

IN Jesus one, we do not part,

Though now we say "Farewell;"

Christ is our head and risen Lord,

In whom by faith we dwell.

 

One Father communes with us all,

We have one mercy-seat;

And thither by one Spirit led

The friends of Jesus meet.

 

Each from the other far away,

Much sea and land between,

Each to the other shall be dear,

As we so long have been.

 

From Jesus' cross we caught the fire

Of mutual love sincere;

Jesus who made us pure in heart

Marks ev'ry parting tear.

 

We shall be gather'd to the Lord,

And ever with Him dwell;

Then shall the friends of Jesus meet,

And never say "Farewell."

 

 

56.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"The riches of His grace."

GOD of all Grace! behold the Man

Who came from heav'n to die;

Thy own dear Son whom Thou didst bruise

Now sits with Thee on high .

 

Thy bosom was His dwelling-place,

The universe He built;

Of woman born, and crucified,

He put away our guilt.

 

He is the King of Righteousness,

His cross Thy mercy-seat;

There, Heav'nly Father, with Thy saints

Thou dost in friendship meet.

 

Thy children are with Jesus one,

In Him is Thy delight;

As Christ the Head, the members all

Are precious in Thy sight.

 

The Royal Priesthood offer praise,

Through Jesus' blood divine;

Thou, Lord, art our inheritance,

And we, great God, are Thine.

 

Our cup of joy is mix'd with tears,

A foreign land we tread,

And mourn the sins that pierced the Lord

Who suffered in our stead.

 

The Spirit and the Bride say "Come;"

Let Christ, the Lord, appear,

And to His bosom take His Bride,

To rest for ever there.

 

Then shall Thy heart rejoice to see

The marriage of the Lamb-

To hear us with the Bridegroom sing

The praises Of Thy name.

 

Then all Thy works in heaven and earth,

And in the depths beneath,

Shall magnify Jehovah's love,

That love which conquers death.

 

Waiting for day, we sing by night,

'Midst enemies and War:

For by Thy Spirit we behold

The Bright and Morning Star.

 

 

57.                                                                                                                                                                               11.8.

"Knowing that He which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise us up also by Jesus, and shall present us together with you."

BELOVED! why garnish the tombs of your dead?

Why grave ye the name on the stone?

Behold how the traveller rests in his bed,

His pilgrimage finish'd, right well has he sped,

To Jesus the spirit is gone!

 

The finger of Mercy has written each name

In durable letters of blood;

Go, read it by faith in the book of the Lamb,

The record for ever and ever the same,

Laid up in the bosom of God!

 

Companions depart in the watches of night,

To meet us at dawning of day;

The Bridegroom is coming with pow'r and might,

The ashes are ransom'd and dear in His sight;

Then why at the tomb will ye stay?

 

Since Jesus could weep--He forbids not the tear

At winding the clay in the shroud ;

Yet speaks from His throne to the circumcis'd ear,

Reminds us how quickly the Lord shall appear,

And points to the bow in the cloud!

 

 

58.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Delight thyself in the Lord, and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart."

ONE thing, my Father-only one-

­My heart desires of Thee;

To know thy well-beloved Son

And Jesus' beauty see.

 

Thy converse makes my soul too great

To pant for earthly joy;

Rais'd up from low to high estate,

In God I find employ.

 

My Saviour lives! no hurtful sword,

No foes, no ills, I dread;

For I am one with Christ the Lord,

The First-Born from the dead.

 

A Man of Sorrows poor and weak,

While in this foreign land,

Now sits that true Melchizedek,

With Thee at Thy right hand.

 

His resurrection's power and might,

His cross and depths of woe-

­My God! unveil them to my sight,

Their myst'ries let me know.

 

Teach me in Jesus to abide,

And in Thy bosom dwell,

Unstained by unbelief or pride,

Unhurt by darts of hell.

 

May I no more Thy spirit grieve,

But all His whispers hear;

Thy words into my heart receive,

And walk in godly fear.

 

Then, skilful, I with solemn song

Shall praise the spotless Lamb:

In perfect weakness He was strong,

His cross declares Thy name.

 

 

59.                                                                                                                                                                               7s.

"The joy of the Lord is your strength."

HEAVENLY Father! we have seen

How Thy mercy made us clean:

Jesus, now enthron'd with Thee,

Bare our sins upon the tree:

Him we boast-in Him rejoice,

Hark'ning to Thy Spirit's voice.

 

Earthly things, at best a dream

To Thy happy children seem;

While they taste within the vail

Holy joys that cannot fail;

Drinking new and heavenly wine,

Mingled both for Thee and Thine.

 

Darkness soon shall flee away,

Night give place to endless day;

Soon shall Christ the Lord appear,

We His perfect image bear,

And on Jesus' bosom rest,

Gather'd to His marriage feast.

Pilgrims we and strangers now,

Where but thorns and briers grow;

In a world by sin undone,

We the race appointed run;

And content with foes that wage

War with unremitting rage.

 

Yet, amidst the gloom of night,

Shines the Morning Star, whose light,

Hid from earthly wisdom's eye,

They whom Thou hast taught espy;

They the faithful sign discern

Of their Master's quick return.

 

Ever let this blessed hope

Cheer our spirits, lest they droop;

Let it move us all to be

Pleasant children unto Thee,

Singing praises to Thy name,

Equal praises to the Lamb.

 

 

60.                                                                                                                                                                               C.M.

"Thanks be to God who always causeth us to triumph  in Christ."

I PRAISE Thy name, O Jesus, Lord,

Almighty Son of God;

The world's Creator, by Thy Word-

­My Saviour, by Thy blood.

 

The waves of hell why should I fear,

Though I am but a worm;

In every wave Thy voice I hear,

Thy mercy wings the storm.

 

Thy Spirit whispers to my soul

That all in heav'n is peace;

Then with a kingly pow'r and rule

Faith bids the tempest cease.

 

Faith quells it by Thy glorious name,

And makes Thy tender breast

My welcome haven, safe and calm,

My heav'nly port of rest.

 

Thy wonders in the floods I see,

Thy throne is on the deep.

And I will sit and reign with Thee,

Let storms awake or sleep.