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Thy blood can cleanse my heart,
Thy hand can wipe my tears ;
To banish all my fears.
From sin and Satan free;
I'll trust alone in thee. 37
LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
From the accursed load.
To wash my crimson stains,
Till not a spot remains.
All fulness dwells in him ;
He doth my soul redeem.
My burdens and my cares ;
He all my sorrow shares.
This weary soul of mine;
I on his breast recline.
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
His name abroad is pour’d.
I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
The Father's holy child.
Amid the heavenly throng,
To learn the angels' song. 38
'Tis God that speaks the word; Perfect in comeliness art thou,
In Christ thy glorious Lord.
In God the Father's ear;
Jesus will ever bear.
Consider it, my soul;
His stripes have made thee whole.
On Christ, the spotless Lamb,
And glorify thy name. 39
0! joy to the opprest; Come unto me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest.
O come in all your weakness,
Ye sons of guilt and woe;
Who stoop'd for us so low.
Wearied with fruitless pains,
Believe, and lose your chains.
To Christ's light yoke preferr'd;
To his redeeming word.
And suffer'd from its spite;
And felt its serpent-bite;
That this world's gain is loss ;
Who bare for you the cross.
His service is release.
Its fruit is joy and peace.
Shall nerve you for the strife :
The prize, immortal life. 40
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.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
ONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest;
Far did I rove, and found no certain home; At last I sought them in his sheltering breast,
Who opes his arms and bids the weary come; In Christ I found a home, a rest divine, And I since then am his, and he is mine. Yes ! he is mine! and nought of earthly things Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or
power, The fame of heroes or the pomp of kings
Could tempt me to forego his love an hour; “Go, worthless world,” I cry, “with all that's
thine; Go, I my Saviour's am, and he is mine."
The good I have is from his stores supplied,
The ill is only what he deems the best; He for my friend, I'm rich with nought beside, And poor without him, though of all possest; Changes may come,-I take, or I resign, Content while I am his, and he is mine. Whate'er may change, in him no change is
seen, A glorious sun that wanes not, nor declines; Above the clouds and storms he walks unseen,
And sweetly on his people's darkness shines : All may depart,--I fret not nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, and he is mine. While here, alas ! I know but half his love,
But half discern him, and but half adore; But when I meet him in the realms above,
I hope to love him better, praise him more, And feel and tell amid the choir divino, How fully I am his, and he is mine. 42
OES the gospel word proclaim
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee;
All polluted is my best;
And the weary long for rest.
Harass'd with tormenting doubt,
Hourly crosses from without :