pass over Jordan; We'll praise him a gain, when we pass 0 ver Jordan.

1. THE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain,"
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain;
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,
His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c.

2. Ye souls that are wounded, oh, flee to the Saviour;
He calls you in mercy-'t is infinite favor:

Your sins are increasing, escape to the mountain;
His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c.

3. When Zion we see, having gained the blest shore,
With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river,
And sing of salvation for ever and ever!

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Hallelujah to thr Lamb, &c.

"We will not Deplore Thee."

1. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2. Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, for the Sinless hath died.

3. Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansions forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long:
But the sunshine of glory beamed bright on thy waking,
And full on thine ear burst the seraphim's song.

4. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide:
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;
And death has no sting, for the Saviour hath died.

Sing the small note (half note) only in the last measure.

Ev'ry sentence, oh, how ten - der! Ev'ry line is full of love;

None but Christ.

WARE.

L. M

GEO. KINGSLEY.

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poor sin-ner, dear-est Lord, Whose soul, encouraged by thy word,

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Unto Jesus.

2. АH! bring a wretched wanderer home,
Now to thy footstool let me come,
And tell thee all my grief and pain,
And wait and look, and look again!

3. Take courage, then, my trembling soul;

One look from Christ will make thee
whole :

Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
But wait and look,-and look again.

4. Look to the Lord, his word, his throne;
Look to his grace, and not your own;
There wait and look, and look again;
You shall not wait, nor look in vain.

5. Ere long that happy day will come,
When I shall reach my blissful home;
And when to glory I attain,

Oh, then I'll look,-and look again!

1. THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My Refuge, my almighty friend! And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? 2. Whither, ah! whither shall I

go, A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? 8. Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives: Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives.

4. Let earth's alluring joys combine;

While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5. Thy name my inmost powers adore;

Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee ! 'tis death, 'tis more"Tis endless ruin-deep despair! 6. Low at thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells, and peace divine: Still let me live beneath thine eye,

For life, eternal life, is thine. 270. Longing to follow Christ.

1. O THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light,

Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee;
Oh, burst these bonds, and set it free!
2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;

Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3. While in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way:
No foes, no danger will I fear,
While thou, Almighty God, art near.
4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
5. Saviour, where'er thy steps I see;
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
Oh, let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill!