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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.


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



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.



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!

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



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.


pass by,




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.



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


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.

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