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O THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
He ever liveth to make intercession-HEB. vii. 25. 1.
When Satan, by my sins made bold, Who, loving, lovest to the end,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, On this alone my hopes depend,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, That Thou wilt plead for me.
And plead, O plead for me. 2.
5. When, weary in the Christian race, dim And when my dying hours draw near, Far off appears my resting-place,
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
6. When I have erred and gone astray, cr Whep the full light of heavenly day Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
Revealş my sins in dread array, And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Say, Thou hast washed them all away; Still, Saviour, plead for me.
Dear Saviour, plead for me.
REV. xix. 16.
Jesus the King.
148 King of kings, and Lord of words.--(See also Section VIII. (5), The Kingdom of
Christ on Earth.') 147 If we suffer, we shall also reign with 10 , ,
Thou Conqueror renowned,
Thou sweetness most ineffable, ni The heard that once was crowned with
In whom all joys are found i
2 When once Thou visitest the heart, A royal diadem adorns
Then truth begins to shine;
Then earthly vanities depart, 2 The highest place that heaven affords
Then kindles love divine.
Thou Fount of life and fire, mf 3 The joy of all who dwell above,
Surpassing all the joys we know,
All that we can desire :
4 May every heart confess Thy name,
And ever Thee adore ; 4 To them the cross, with all its shame,
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more.
5 Thee may our tongues for ever bless; p 5 They suffer with their Lord below;
Thee may we love alone ;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own.
6 Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy light Though shame and death to Him;
Illume the soul's abyss ;
Scatter the darkness of our night,
And fill the world with bliss.
Bernard of Clairvaux, tr, E. Cus,
He is Lord of lords, and King of kings.-REV. xvii. 14. f 1
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God,
Who from His altar call;
Aud crown Him Lord of all.
* 5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
And crown Him Lord of all.
3 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
60 that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall,
And crown Him Lord of all !
150 Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.-Ps. cxlix, 2.
His kingdom cannot fail :
He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given :
Rejoice; again I say, rejoice. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,
4 He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins destroy ;
And every bosom swell
With pure seraphic joy:
Rejoice ; again I say, rejoice.
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
To their eternal home :