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8.

"Surely the Lord is in this place.

1 Lo, God is here!-let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place!
Let all within us feel his power,
And silent bow before his face!

2 Lo, God is here!-him, day and night, United choirs of angels sing:

To him, enthroned above all height, Let saints their humble worship bring. 3 Lord God of hosts! Oh, may our praise Thy courts with grateful incense fill! Still may we stand before thy face, Still hear and do thy sovereign will!

1 How beauteous were the marks divine,
That in thy meekness used to shine,
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod
In wondrous love, O Son of God!

2 Oh, who like thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?"
Oh, who like thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?
3 Oh, who like thee so humbly bore
The scorn,
the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 Ev'n death, which sets the prisoner free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn, to thee;
Yet love through all thy torture glowed,
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed.
5 Oh, in thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe!
And give me ever on the road
To trace thy footsteps, Son of God!

1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down, with sad and wondering eyes,
To see th' approaching sacrifice.

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father, on his sapphire throne,
Expects his own anointed Son.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain;
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign!
1267. "The Lord shall come.”

1 THE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake;

The mountains to their center shake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

2 The Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,→
A silent Lamb before his foes,

A weary man, and full of woes.

3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub-wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind!

4 Can this be he, who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride,

The Nazarene, the Crucified?

1 FORTH from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly;
Forth from the world, its hope and fear,
Father, we seek thy shelter here;
Weary and weak, thy grace we pray;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.
2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tossed;
Low at thy feet our sins we lay;
Turn not, O Lord! thy guests away.

1 FATHER of mercies, God of love!
Oh, hear a humble suppliant's cry!
Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty:
Oh, deign to hear my mournful voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice!
2 I urge no merits of my own,

No worth, to claim thy gracious smile:
No: when I bow before thy throne,
Dare to converse with God awhile,
Thy name, blest Jesus, is my plea-
Dearest and sweetest name to me!
3 Father of mercies, God of love!
Then hear thy humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,
Thy throne of glorious majesty:
One pardoning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.

1 GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways
Are worthy of thyself,-divine;
But the bright glories of thy grace,
Beyond thine other wonders shine:
Who is a pardoning God like thee!
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Pardon from an offended God:
Pardon for sins of deepest dye;
Pardon bestowed through Jesus' blood;
Pardon that brings the rebel nigh:
Where is the pardoning God like thee?
Or where the grace so rich and free?
3 Oh, may this glorious, matchless love,
This godlike miracle of grace,

Teach mortal tongues, like those above,
To raise this song of lofty praise:
Who is a pardoning God like thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
1181. "Help me in my hour of need."
1 WHEN from my sight all fades away,
And when my tongue no more can say,
And when mine ears no more can hear,
And when my heart is racked with fear,-
When all my mind is darkened o'er,
And human help can do no more,—

2 Then come, Lord Jesus! come with speed,
And help me in my hour of need;
Then hide my sins, and let my faith
Be brave, and conquer ev'n in death;
Then let me, resting on thy word,
Securely sleep in thee, my Lord.
DOXOLOGY.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below!
Praise him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

1 THERE is a dear and hallowed spot
Oft present to my eye-

By saints it ne'er can be forgot-
That place is Calvary.

2 Oh, what a scene was there displayed Of love and agony,

When our Redeemer bowed his head,
And died on Calvary!

3 When fainting under guilt's dread load, Unto the cross I'll fly;

And trust the merit of that blood
Which flowed at Calvary.

4 Whene'er I feel temptation's power,
On Jesus I'll rely;

And, in the sharp, conflicting hour,
Repair to Calvary.

5 When seated at the feast of love,
Then will I fix mine eye

On him who intercedes above,
Who bled on Calvary.

6 When the dark scene of death, the last

Momentous hour draws nigh,

Then, with my dying eyes, I'll cast
A look on Calvary.

Let our whole soul an offering be
To our Redeemer's name.

4 Come as the dew, and sweetly bless
This consecrated hour;

May barrenness rejoice to own
Thy fertilizing power.

5 Come as the wind, with rushing sound, With Pentecostal grace;

And make the great salvation known,
Wide as the human race.

6 Spirit Divine, attend our prayer,

And make our hearts thy home; Descend with all thy gracious power; Come, Holy Spirit, come!

1 COME, trembling sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:-

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin

High as the mountains rose;

I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.
4 "I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose scepter pardon gives;
Perhaps he

may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.

5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

DOWNS. C. M.

"I can but perish if I go; I am resolved to try; For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die."

869."

"Ye are all one in Christ Jesus."

1 LET saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone:
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.
2 One family-we dwell in him-

One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream-

The narrow stream of death;

3 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

4 Ev'n now to their eternal home

Some happy spirits fly;

And we are to the margin come,
And soon expect to die.

5 Ev'n now, by faith, we join our hands
With those that went before,
And greet the ransomed blessed bands
Upon th' eternal shore.

6 Lord Jesus! be our constant guide;
And, when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven.

That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft with stubborn will
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill;-

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply;

The good we ask not, Father, grant ;
The ill we ask, deny.

665.

Happiness in God only.

1 In vain I trace creation o'er,
In search of solid rest:
The whole creation is too poor,

Too mean, to make me blest.

2 Let earth and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind:

In God alone this restless heart
Enduring bliss can find.

3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;
Here would my spirit rest:
Oh, seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make me fully blest!

736. Living by Faith on the Son of God.

1 BLEST Jesus, while in mortal flesh
I hold my frail abode,
Still would my spirit rest on thee,
My Saviour, and my God!

2 On thy dear cross I fix my eyes,
Then raise them to thy seat;
Till love dissolves my inmost soul,
At my Redeemer's feet.

3 Be dead, my heart! to worldly charms; Be dead to every sin;

And tell the boldest foe without,
That Jesus reigns within.

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104.

Third Version of Psalm 117.

1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord!
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord-for ever praise!
2 For his truth and mercy stand,

Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.

105.

Brief call to praise, from
Psalm 150.

1 PRAISE, oh, praise the Name divine!
Praise him at the hallowed shrine;
Let the firmament on high
To its Maker's praise reply.
2 All who vital breath enjoy,

In his praise that breath employ;
Heaven and earth the chorus join;
Praise, oh, praise the Name divine!
537. "Now is the day of salvation."
1 HASTE, O sinner! now be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.
2 Haste, and mercy now implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er

Ere the morrow is begun.
3 Haste, O sinner! now return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Lord! do thou the sinner turn-
Turn him from his fearful state;
Let him not thy counsel spurn,
Nor lament his choice too late!

709.

The Test.-John 21: 16.

1 HARK, my soul! it is the Lord; "Tis thy Saviour; hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee: "Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 2 "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of my throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?" 4 Lord! it is my chief complaint That my love is cold and faint; Yet I love thee, and adore: Oh for to love thee more!

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833.

grace

"For to me to live is Christ."
Phil. 1: 21.

1 CHRIST, of all my hopes the Ground
Christ, the Spring of all my joy,
Still in thee let me be found,
Still for thee my powers employ.
2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
Freely from thy fullness give;
Till I close my earthly race,

Be it "Christ for me to live."
3 When I touch the blesséd shore,
Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death's dark stream shall never more
Part from thee my ravished soul.
4 Thus, oh, thus an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky!
Having known it "Christ to live,"
Let me know it "gain to die."