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 Christ our Sacrifice. 1 NOT all the blood of beasts 2 3 On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name 4 My soul looks back to see 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 106 The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. lxi. 10. 1 AWAKE, my heart, arise, my tongue, In God, the life of all my joys, 2 'Tis he adorned my naked soul, He makes his graces shine. 3 And lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, 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 The robe of righteousness. 6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed 107 1 WH Redemption by Christ. HEN the first parents of our race And the infection of their sin 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 5 To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own, 6 Thine honor shall forever be The business of our days; For ever shall our thankful tongues 108 Glorying in the Cross. 1 THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord, In thee I fix my trust, Watts. C. M. Watts. C. M. Encouraged by thy holy word- And 'tis enough-the Saviour died, 2 When storms of fierce temptation beat, My hope within the vail; From strife of tongues and bitter words, 3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, 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, And ask for strength in death to speak- 66 109 1 HOW Christ's voluntary Sacrifice. OW condescending and how kind Our misery reached his heavenly mind, 2 When justice, by our sins provoked, 3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes, Raffles. 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, 110 1 Praise to the Redeemer, PLUNGED 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, Jesus hath freed our captive souls 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. 65 Salvation by Grace in Christ. 2 Tim. i. 9, 10. L.M. 1 NOW to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honors given; He saves from hell-(we bless his name,) He calls our wandering feet to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abundant grace, And makes his Father's counsels known; 66 Thanks for Preserving Goodness. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost 3 When in the slippery paths of youth Thy arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 5 Through every period of my life, Watts. C. M. |