1 NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away our stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A Sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood, than they.
3 Believing, we rejoice
To feel the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb, with cheerful voice,
And trust His bleeding love.
DOCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
2 Could my tears for ever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These 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 my eyes shall 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.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: CONFIDENCE.
1 UIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Q Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
'T is enough that Thou dost care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies
On a strength beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles
Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love!
To came;
Thee, in ages past,
On Thee, O Lord! their cares they cast,
Nor were they put to shame.
2 Thy holy day they loved;
They loved the means of grace;
And oft Thy faithfulness they proved,
When they had sought Thy face.
3 Their faith in Thee was strong;
Their godliness was pure;
And while Thou wast their strength and song
They all things could endure.
4 Their steps may we pursue,
As they obey'd their Lord;"
So may our hearts and lives be new,
And with Thy will accord.
5 O be Thou with us here,
And Thy rich grace display: For our salvation, Lord, appear, On this Thy hallow'd day!
YAPTAIN of Israel's host, and Guide
all who seek the land above,
Beneath Thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of Thy protecting love: Our strength, Thy grace; our rule, Thy
Our end, the glory of the Lord.
2 By Thine unerring Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray; We shall not full direction need, Nor miss our providential way: As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near.
Y Shepherd will supply my need,
JEHOVAH is His name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake His ways;
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay:
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth now my table spread:
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may Thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
1 HE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
and feed me with a Shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wand'ring steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amidst the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden green and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
7 6, 76, 88, 8 6.
Lord is our salvation,
present help in need?
From terror's desolation
His saints are surely freed.
We will not fear, though quakes the world, And fall her mountain-pillars strong; Though roars the sea, and hills are hurl'd Its swelling tide along.
2 There is a gentle river,
Its margin I have trod,
Whose streams make glad for ever
The city of our God.
It murmurs near the holy place
Where He, the Highest, hath His shrine; And tells me His almighty grace
Is Zion's strength, and mine.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
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