HYMN CXXII. 6 SEVENS.

1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee,
Let the water and the blood,
From thy side, a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath, and make me pure.
2 Should my tears for ever flow,
Should my zeal no languor know,
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and Thou alone;
In my hand no price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eye-lids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on thy throne,
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

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JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress, 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruin'd nature sinks in years, No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new. 3 When from the dust of death I rise, To take my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, Jesus hath liv'd and died for me.

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HYMN CXXIV. L. M.

ALMIGHTY God, the pure, the just! How shall we dare approach thy throne; When, humbly prostrate in the dust, With trembling lips our guilt we own? 2 Thy sons in name, to Thee baptiz'd, And blest with thy paternal care; How have our souls thy love despis'd; How mock'd Thee with the heartless prayer! 3 0 Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! Renew our hearts, our sins forgive; So, cleans'd from ev'ry crimson stain, Our grateful souls to Thee shall live.

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HYMN CXXV.

JESU

SEVENS.

ESUS, refuge of the soul,
To thy shelt'ring cross we fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is nigh.
2 Hide us, O our Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past!
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive our souls at last.
3 Other refuge have we none;
Rest our helpless souls on thee!
Leave, ah! leave us not alone,
Still our guard and comfort be.
4 Strength in Thee alone we find ;
Only by thy help we stand;
Yet the powers of hell combin'd
Cannot pluck us from thy hand.

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HYMN CXXVI.

S. M.

WOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! Zion, behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here! 3 How happy are our ears

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought-but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes

That see this heav'nly light,
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight!

5 Make bare thine arm, O Lord!
Send forth thy truth abroad:
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

HYMN CXXVII. C. M.

FATHER of mercies, in thy word

What endless glory shines!

For ever be thy name ador'd

For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;

Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around,
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

4 O may these heav'nly pages be
Our first, our chief delight;
And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light.

5 Father of mercies, gracious Lord,
Be Thou for ever near;

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Teach us to love thy sacred word,
And view our Saviour there.

ET all the saints their voices raise
To sing the choicest Psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his mighty works proclaim.

2 He fram'd the globe; He built the sky;
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns supreme in glory there :
His beams are majesty and light-
His beauty how divinely bright-
His temple how divinely fair!

3 O come the great, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And ev'ry nation fear his name:
Then shall the race of men confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

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HEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down! Did e'er such love such sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 3 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.

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HYMN CXXX. C. M.

FOR a heart to praise my God!
A heart from guilt set free,

A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.

2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.

4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;

Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new best name of love!