HYMN CXXII. 6 SEVENS. 1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me, Save from wrath, and make me pure. 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress, 'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruin'd nature sinks in years, No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new. 3 When from the dust of death I rise, To take my mansion in the skies, E'en then shall this be all my plea, Jesus hath liv'd and died for me. 1 HYMN CXXIV. L. M. ALMIGHTY God, the pure, the just! How shall we dare approach thy throne; When, humbly prostrate in the dust, With trembling lips our guilt we own? 2 Thy sons in name, to Thee baptiz'd, And blest with thy paternal care; How have our souls thy love despis'd; How mock'd Thee with the heartless prayer! 3 0 Lamb of God, for sinners slain ! Renew our hearts, our sins forgive; So, cleans'd from ev'ry crimson stain, Our grateful souls to Thee shall live. 1 HYMN CXXV. JESU SEVENS. ESUS, refuge of the soul, M 1 HYMN CXXVI. S. M. WOW beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues And words of peace reveal! 2 How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are! Zion, behold thy Saviour King, He reigns and triumphs here! 3 How happy are our ears That hear this joyful sound, That see this heav'nly light, 5 Make bare thine arm, O Lord! HYMN CXXVII. C. M. FATHER of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Riches above what earth can grant, 3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 4 O may these heav'nly pages be 5 Father of mercies, gracious Lord, 1 Teach us to love thy sacred word, ET all the saints their voices raise And all his mighty works proclaim. 2 He fram'd the globe; He built the sky; 3 O come the great, the glorious hour, And in his courts his grace proclaim. 1 WH HEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down! Did e'er such love such sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 3 Were the whole realm of nature mine,That were a present far too small! Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. I HYMN CXXX. C. M. FOR a heart to praise my God! A heart that's sprinkled with the blood 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 3 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Write thy new name upon my heart, |