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5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise,

Thro' the remainder of my days, And, when I join the choirs above, My soul shall better sing thy love. 358. Rejoicing in Christ as the Head of the

Church. C.M. But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him

in all things, which is the head, even Christ, &c.Eph. iv. 15, 16. 1 Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace

That calls a worm thine own;
Gives me among thy saints a place

To make thy glories known. 2 Allied to thee, our vital head,

We live, and grow, and thrive;
From thee divided each is dead,

When most he seems alive.
3 Thy saints on earth, and those above,

Here join in sweet accord :
One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common Lord.
4 Oh, may my faith each hour derive

Thy Spirit with delight;
While death and hell in vain shall strive

The bond to disunite.
5 Thou the whole body wilt present

Before thy Father's face;
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot

Its beauteous form disgrace.

358. Rejoicing in Hope. 8–7–4. Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the

time that their corn and their wine increased.-Ps. iv. 7. 1 Far from us be grief and sadness :

Further still unhallow'd mirth;
Zion's sons may sing with gladness,
Theirs are joys of heav'nly birth :

Jesus owns them :
He is Lord of heav'n and earth.

2 All the worldling's mirth is madness,

All his labour fruitless toil:
Saints alone taste real gladness,
Tho' the world their choice revile;

Sweet their portion;
Life is in the Saviour's smile.

3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us,

Balanc'd with a Saviour's love;
Since the Lord in mercy drew us,
Drew our souls to things above,

Earthly objects
Can no longer greatly move.

4 Once the world was all our treasure :

And its toys our hearts possess'd :
Now we taste sublimer pleasure,
Since the Lord has made us blest;

We can witness,
Jesus gives his people rest.

359. Recalling to Mind the Lord's Dealings. L.M. Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy

God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart. 1 Thus far my God hath led me on,

And made his truth and mercy known;
My hopes and fears alternate rise,

And comforts mingle with my sighs.
2 Through this wide wilderness I roam,

Far distant from my blissful home;
Lord, let thy presence be my stay,

And guard me in the dangerous way. 3 Temptations every where annoy:

And sins and snares my peace destroy :
My earthly joys are from me torn,

And oft an absent God I mourn.
4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd,

Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd,
Sees every day new straits attend,

And wonders where the scene will end. 5 Is this, O Lord, that thorny road

Which leads us to the mount of God ?
Are these the toils thy people know,

While in the wilderness below ? 6 'Tis even so thy faithful love

Doth all thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be All in All.

360. Repenting. 7-648. Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters,

and he that hath no money; come ye, buy and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money, and without price.—Isaiah lv. I. 1 God of my salvation hear,

And give me to believe !
Simply would I now draw near,

Thy blessings to receive;
Full of guilt, alas! I am,

But to thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me !

2 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,

But trust thy grace alone;
Empty send me not away,

Thus helpless and undone ;
Dust and ashes is my name,

My all is sin and misery :
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.

3 Without money, without price,

I come to buy thy grace:
On thy cross my soul relies,

Thy promise I embrace :
In myself all guilt and shame,

Desiring to be cloth'd with thee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me !

4 See, my Lord, I come at last,

By dying love subdu'd;
Me, with all my sins, I cast

On my atoning God!
Other titles I disclaim;

This, only this, is all my plea-
I the chief of sinners am,

But Jesus died for me !

361. Repenting at the Cross. 8–7. He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be

satisfied : by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.

- ISAIAH liii. 11. 1 Great High Priest, we see thee stooping,

With our names upon thy breast;
In the garden groaning, drooping,

To the ground with horrors prest!
Wond'ring angels stood confounded

To behold their Maker thus ; And can we remain unwounded,

When we know it was for us? 2 Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus,

Can relieve us from our smart; Nothing else from guilt release us,

Nothing else can melt the heart : Law and terrors do but harden

All the while they work alone; But the sense of blood-bought pardon

Can dissolve a heart of stone.

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