The Spirit is sent down to breathe 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew; And, justified by grace, We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. 1 GOD of my salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Now to thee do I draw near, But to thee for refuge flee; Yet I know thy love is free; At thy cross will I abide, And give thee there my heart; When my place above I claim, Watts. 7.6. C. Wesley. (all'd.) I will make the cross my plea; 1 On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! L. M. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 105 1 NOT Christ our Sacrifice. all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, • Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing his bleeding love. 106 The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. lxi. 10. 1 WAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, In God, the life of all my joys, Aloud will I rejoice. 2 'Tis he adorned my naked soul, 3 And lest the shadow of a spot He took the robe the Saviour wrought, Watts. S. M. Watts. C. M. 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds These ornaments, how bright they shine! 5 The Spirit wrought my faith and love 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed In sweetest harmony of praise 107 1 WE Redemption by Christ. HEN the first parents of our race And the infection of their sin Had tainted all our blood, 2 Infinite pity touched the heart Descending from the heavenly court, 3 Aside the Prince of glory threw And wrapped his Godhead in a vail 4 His living power and dying love And raised the ruins of our race 5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own, 6 Thine honor shall for ever be The business of our days; For ever shall our thankful tongues 108 1 THO Glorying in the Cross. NHOU art my hiding-place, O Lord, Watts. C. M. Watts. C. M. Encouraged by thy holy word- I have no argument beside, And 'tis enough-the Saviour died, 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, My refuge is the mercy-seat, From strife of tongues and bitter words, 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, Ah, what could give the sufferer rest, But this the witness in my breast 4 And when thy awful voice commands And life, in its last lingering sands, Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on thee, And ask for strength in death to speak 66 109 1 My Saviour died for me." HOW Christ's voluntary Sacrifice. TOW condescending and how kind Our misery reached his heavenly mind, 2 When justice, by our sins provoked, He gave his soul up to the stroke, 3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, Rafles. C. M. There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows 4 This was compassion like a God- 5 Now, though he reigns exalted high, 6 Here let our hearts begin to melt, And, with our joy for pardoned guilt, 110 1 Praise to the Redeemer. LUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, Without one cheerful beam of hope, 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace He saw-and oh, amazing love! 3 Down from the shining seats above, 4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, 5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills 6 Angels, assist our mighty joys; But when you raise your highest notes, Watts. C. M. Watts. |