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4 When through the desert Israel went,

With manna they were fed : Our Lord invites us to His flesh,

And calls it living bread. 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land,

Yet never reach'd the place; But Christ shall bring His followers home,

To see His Father's face.
6 Then shall our love and joy be full,

And feel a warmer flame;
And sweeter voices tune the song

Of Moses and the Lamb.

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1 John ii. 1. 8.8.8.6. ELLIOTT'S SEL. THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,

Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,

That Thou wilt plead for me. 2 When weary in the Christian race,

Far off appears my resting place,
And fainting I mistrust Thy grace,

Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have erred and gone astray,

Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,

Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,

Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,

And plead, plead for me.
$ And when my dying hour draws near,

Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me.

6 When the full light of heavenly day

Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say Thou hast wash'd them all away;

O say Thou plead'st for me.

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is blood,

C. M. COWPER. 1

Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he,

Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave. 6 Lord, I believe Thou

hast prepard,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought, free reward,

A golden harp for me.
7 Tis strung and tuned for endless years,

And form'd by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears,

No other name but Thine.

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Rev. v.

12. 13. 8.7. BAKEWELL AIL, Thou once despised Jesus !

1

Thou didst suffer to release us ;

Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,

Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through Thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,

All our sins on Thee were laid ;
By almighty Love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven,

Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven,

Peace is made for man with God. 3 Jesus, haill enthron'd in glory,

There for ever to abide :
All the heavenly host adore Thee,

Seated at Thy Father's side :
There for sinners Thou art pleading,

There Thou dost our place prepare ;
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive ;
Loudest praises without ceasing,

Meet it is for us to give :
Help, ye bright, angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,

Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

HIS PROPITIATION.

John iii. 14, 15. C. M.

WATTS. 1

The brazen serpent high,
The wounded felt immediate ease,

The camp forbore to die.

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2 “Look upward in the dying hour,

“And live," the prophet cries ; But Christ performs a nobler cure,

When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,

High in the heavens He reigns :
Here sinners by th' old serpent stung,

Look, and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,

A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,

Th'expiring Gentile lives.

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S. M.

WATTS,

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1

On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,

Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name

And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand

On that dear head of Thine, While, like a penitent, I stand,

And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see

The burdens Thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing His bleeding love.

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WATTS. 1 URIED in shadows of the night,

We lie till Christ restores the light; Wisdom descends to heal the blind,

And chase the darkness from the mind. 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears,

Till His atoning blood appears ;
Then we awake from deep distress,

And sing, the Lord our Righteousness. 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin;

His Spirit makes our natures clean ;
Such virtucs from His sufferings flow,

At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,

Binding his slaves in heavy chains ;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks

The iron bondage from our necks.
6 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess

Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to Thee.

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PLWAG'D in a gulf of dark despair,

Rom. v. 6. C. M.

WATTS. 1

We wretched lay
Without one cheerful beam of hope,

Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace

Beheld our helpless grief,
He saw, and, O amazing love!

He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste He fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,

Aud dwelt among the dead.

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