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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.



1 John ii. 1. 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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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.


Rev. v.

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


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.


John iii. 14, 15. C. M.


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.

363 Heb. I. 4—10.

S. M.




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.


PLWAG'D in a gulf of dark despair,

Rom. v. 6. C. M.


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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