Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am—thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come. Just as I am—thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down, Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come.

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THOU art, O Christ, the Way:

And let me humbly, day by day,

Live, move, and walk in Thee.
Thou art the Truth divine:
Its fulness

may

I

see;
Believe, and find the promise mine,

The truth shall make you free.
Thou art the Life of God;

By thee the dying live:
In me diffuse thyself abroad,

And life eternal give.
Thus, by Thyself, the Way,

I to the Father come;
Led by the Truth, I cannot stray;

The Life and I are one.

D

32

MYThane jesus londhand righteousness!

hope is built

I trust not to my happiest frame,

But wholly lean upon his name!
On Christ the solid rock I stand :
All other hope is sinking sand!
When darkness veils my Saviour's face,

I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every rough and stormy gale,

My anchor holds within the veil :
On Christ the solid rock I stand :
All other hope is sinking sand!
His oath, his covenant, and his blood,

Support me in the whelming flood;
When health, and joys, and strength decay,

He, then, is all my hope and stay! On Christ the solid rock I stand: All other hope is sinking sand ! When in life's ebb my eyes grow dim, 0 may

I then be found in him,
And, in his righteousness alone,

Faultless appear before the throne!
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand!

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ESUS, thy robe of righteousness,

My beauty is, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in this array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Even then, shall this be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived and died for me.
Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay ?
Fully, by thee, absolved I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years ;
No age can change its lovely hue;
Its glory is for ever new.
Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world thy mercy prove;
Now let thy word o'er all prevail,
Now take the spoils of death and hell.
O let the dead now hear thy voice;
Now bid thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus the Lord, our righteousness.

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O! on the inglorious tree

The Lord, the Lord of glory hangs;
Forsaken now is he,

And pierced with pangs.
A shameful death he dies,
Uplifted with transgressors twain;
A lamb for sacrifice;

By sinners slain.

Full is his

cup

of

woe;
In death his drooping head declines,
'Tis done! he cries; and now

His soul resigns.
O come, my soul, and gaze
On that great grief, that crown of thorn;
In deep and dread amaze

There look and mourn.
For thee he shed his blood,
Weep, till with woe thine eyes grow dim;
To that accursed wood

Thou hast nailed him.
To thee, the mighty Lord,
Who wash'd in blood our sins away,
Our boundless gratitude

Its thanks would pay.

A

pass by,

35

LL
ye

that

To Jesus draw nigh; To you is it nothing your Saviour should die ?

Your ransom and peace,

Your surety he is;
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his.

For what you have done,

His blood must atone; The Father hath given for you his dear Son;

The Lord, in the day

Of his anger, did lay Your sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away. He answered for all ;

O come at his call, And low at his feet in astonishment fall :

For you and for me

He pray'd on the tree; The prayer

is accepted, the sinner is free. O lift up your eyes,

'Tis finished ! he cries; Impassive, he suffers; immortal, he dies.

My pardon I claim;

A sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus' great name.

JE

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ESUS! I come to thee,

A sinner doom'd to die;
My only refuge is thy cross,

Here at thy feet I lie.
Can mercy

reach

my case,
And all my sins remove ?
Break, O my God! this heart of stone,

And melt it by thy love.
Too long my soul has gone

Far from my God astray;
I've sported on the brink of hell,

In sin's delusive way.
But, Lord! my heart is fix'd,

I hope in thee alone;
Break off the chains of sin and death,
And bind me to thy throne.