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6 Once in the circuit of a year,

With blood, but not his own, Aaron within the veil appears

Before the golden throne :
6 But Christ, by His own powerful blood,

Ascends above the skies,
And in the presence of our God

Shews His own sacrifice.
7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns

On Zion's heavenly hill;
Looks like a lamb that has been slain,

And wears His priesthood still. 8 He ever lives to intercede

Before His Father's face;
Give Him, my soul, thy cause to plead,

Nor doubt the Father's grace.

352 Heb. xii. 2.

L. M.

WATTS. ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll


And read my Maker's broken laws

Repair'd and honour'd by Thy cross : 2 When I behold death, hell, and sin

Vanquish'd by that dear blood of Thine, And see the man that groan'd and died

Sit glorious by His Father's side ; 3 My passions rise and soar above,

I'm wing'd with faith and fir'd with love ; Fain would I reach eternal things,

And learn the notes that Gabriel sings. 4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,

For want of their immortal strains ;
And in such humble notes as these
Must fall below Thy victories.

353 Heb. ix. 24.

148th M.



The Victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead :
He stands in heaven their great High Priest,

And bears their names upon His breast. 2 No temple made with hands,

His place of service is :
In heaven itself He stands,

A heavenly priesthood His :
In Him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfill’d, and now withdraw. 3 And though a while He be

Hid from the eyes of men,
His people look to see

Their great High Priest again :
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.


354 1 Cor. 1. 4.

me .

1 x 6 7'8. OCK of Ages, cleft for me,


Let the water and the blood,
From Thy side a healing flood,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Not the labours of my hands

Can fulfi Thy law's demands.
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
This for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3 In my hand no price I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling ;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Leprous, to the Fountain fly:

Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,

When my eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thec on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.


Isaiah lxi, 10. C. M. WATTS. ? A , my tongue;

Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,

Aloud will I rejoice.
2 'Tis He adorn'd my naked soul,

And made salvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm

He makes His graces shine. 3 And lest the shadow of a spot

Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,

And cast it all around.
4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear! These ornaments, how bright they shine,

How white the garments are ! 6 The Spirit wrought my faith and love,

And hope, and every grace ; But Jesus spent His life to work

The robe of righteousness.


6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed

By the great Sacred Three : In sweetest harmony of praise

Let all my powers agree,


Heb. vi. 18. 8 7'8. C. WESLEY. 1

Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide ;

O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee.
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed ;
All my help from Thee I bring :
Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with Thee is found;

Grace to pardon all my sin.
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of Thee :
Spring Thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity. 357 Heb. iv. 14-16. L. M. LOGAN. 1 W THERE high the heavenly temple

The house of God not made with hands,
A great High-Priest our nature wears;
The Guardian of mankind appears.

2 He who for men their Surety stood,

And pour'd on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His mighty plan,

The Saviour and the Friend of man. 3 Though now ascended up on high,

He bends on earth a brother's eye:
Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame. 4 Our Fellow-sufferer yet retains

A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers, in the skies,

His tears, His agonies, and cries.
5 In every pang that rends the heart,

The Man of Sorrows had a part:
He sympathises with our grief,

And to the sufferer sends relief. 6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aid of heavenly power,

To help us in the evil hour.
Heb. iii. C. M.

WATTS. 1 H ?

row strong Thine arm is, mighty God I Jesus, how sweet Thy graces are !

Who would not love the Lamb ? 2 He has done more than Moses did,

Our Prophet and our King;
From bonds of hell He freed our souls,

And taught our lips to sing.
3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand,

Th’Egyptian host was drown'd; But IIis own blood hides all our sins, And guilt no more is found.

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