THE BELOVED SON.

"This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well-pleased."— MATT., iii. 17.

IT is the Father's voice that cries
Mid the deep silence of the skies:
"This, this is my beloved Son,
In Him I joy, in Him alone.

"In Him my equal see revealed,
In Him all righteousness fulfilled,
In Him, the Lamb, the victim see,
Bound, bleeding, dying on the tree.

"And can you fail to love again?
Far fairer he than sons of men!
His very name is fragrance poured,
Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, Lord!

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THE BELOVED SON.

“He died, and in his dying, proved
How much, how faithfully he loved;
At my right hand, his glories shine;
Is my beloved, sinner, thine ?"

O full of glory, full of grace,
Redeemer of a ruined race,

Beloved of the Father, come,

Make in these sinful hearts a home!

Beloved of the Father, thou,

To whom the saints and angels bow;
Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, come,

Make in these sinful hearts thy home!

THE SINBEARER.

"He was wounded for our transgressions; He was bruised for our iniquities.”—Isa., iii. 5.

THY works, not mine, O Christ,

Speak gladness to this heart;

They tell me all is done;

They bid my fear depart.

To whom save thee,

Who can alone

For sin atone,

Lord, shall I flee!

Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
Upon the shameful tree,
Have paid the law's full price,
And purchased peace for me.

To whom, save thee, etc.

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THE SINBEARER.

Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away;

And turned this night of mine
Into a blessed day.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy bonds, not mine, O Christ,
Unbind me of my chain,
And break my prison-doors,

Ne'er to be barred again.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,

Can heal

my bruised soul;

Thy stripes, not mine, contain

The balm that makes me whole.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy blood, not mine, O Christ,
Thy blood so freely spilt,
Can blanch my blackest stains
And purge away my guilt.

To whom, save thee, etc.

THE SINBEARER.

Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,

Has borne the awful load

Of sins that none in heaven

Or earth could bear but God.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine,
Would have been all too few.
To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy righteousness, O Christ,

Alone can cover me;

No righteousness avails

Save that which is of thee.

To whom, save thee, etc.

Thy righteousness alone

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Can clothe and beautify;

wrap it round my soul;

In this I'll live and die.

To whom, save thee, etc.

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