ANVERN. L. M.

Dr. L. MASON.

Ac-cept-ance with th' e-ter-nal mind.

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"Neither is there Salvation in any other."

1. How shall the sons of men appear,
Great God! before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal Mind?

2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Not infant blood, profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.

3. Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone,
Hath sovereign virtue to atone ;
Here will we rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God, to thee.
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The Song of Songs. REV. V.

1. COME, let us sing the song of songsThe saints in heav'n began the strainThe homage which to Christ belongs : "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

2. Slain to redeem us by his blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain, And make us kings and priests to God"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!"

3. To him who suffered on the tree,

Our souls, at his soul's price, to gain, Blessing, and praise, and glory be:

Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

4. To him, enthroned by filial right, All power in heav'n and earth proclaim,

Honor, and majesty, and might: "Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!" 5. Long as we live, and when we die,

And while in heav'n with him we reign; This song our song of songs shall be:

"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain !"

"It is Finished."
JOHN xix. 30.

1." "Tis finished !"

'—so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head, and died: ""Tis finished!"-yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the victory won.

2." "Tis finished!"—all that heaven foretold
By prophets in the days of old;
And truths are opened to our view,
That kings and prophets never knew.
3." "Tis finished!"-Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet, our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.

4." "Tis finished!"-let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; ""Tis finished !"-let the echo fly Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.

212.

"Unto Him that Loved Us."
REV. i. 5-7.

1. Now to the Lord, who makes us know The wonders of his dying love,

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Be humble honors paid below,

And strains of nobler praise above! 'Twas he who cleansed our foulest sins, And washed us in his precious blood; "Tis he who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. 3. Behold! on flying clouds he comes,

And every eye shall see him move; Tho' with our sins we picrced him once, He now displays his pard'ning love. 4. The unbelieving world shall wail,

While we rejoice to see the day; Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thy chariot long delay.

power,

The Love of the Father.

1. COME, happy souls, approach your God
With new, melodious songs;
Come, render to almighty Grace
The tribute of your tongues.

2. So strange, so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.

3. Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed With a revenging rod;

No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.

4. But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down.

5. Here, sinners, come and heal your wounds,
Come, wipe your sorrows dry:
Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6. See, dearest Lord, our winning souls
Accept thine offered grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.

1. LET every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2. Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3. Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4. Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die:
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5. Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

5. The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

217.

1. THE Saviour calls! let every ear Attend the heavenly sound:

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round.

1. RETURN, O wanderer, now return,
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.

2. Return, O wanderer, now return!
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3. Return, O wanderer, now return!
Thy Saviour bids the live!
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely he'll forgive.

4. Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear!
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn;
His love invites thee near.

PALACE. L. M.

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