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.

KELLY.

1

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.

TOPLADY.

354 1 Cor. 1. 4.

me .

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

1

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.

355

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.

R

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed

By the great Sacred Three : In sweetest harmony of praise

Let all my powers agree,

356

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

stands,
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.
358
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.