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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.
And feel a warmer flame;
Of Moses and the Lamb.
1 John ii. 1. 22.214.171.124. ELLIOTT'S SEL. THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
That Thou wilt plead for me. 2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
And plead, plead for me.
Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
O say Thou plead'st for me.
360 Zech. xill. 1:
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.
Shall never lose its power,
Be sav'd to sin no more.
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
A golden harp for me.
And form'd by power divine,
No other name but Thine.
12. 13. 8.7. BAKEWELL AIL, Thou once despised Jesus !
Thou didst suffer to release us ;
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Bearer of our sin and shame!
Life is given through Thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins on Thee were laid ;
Thou hast full atonement made:
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Peace is made for man with God. 3 Jesus, haill enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide :
Seated at Thy Father's side :
There Thou dost our place prepare ;
Till in glory we appear.
Thou art worthy to receive ;
Meet it is for us to give :
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.
John iii. 14, 15. C. M.
The brazen serpent high,
The camp forbore to die.
2 “Look upward in the dying hour,
“And live," the prophet cries ; But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When faith lifts up her eyes.
High in the heavens He reigns :
Look, and forget their pains.
A dying world revives;
Th'expiring Gentile lives.
363 Heb. I. 4—10.
On Jewish altars slain,
Or wash away the stain.
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;
And sing His bleeding love.
364 1 Cor. 1. 30.
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 ;
And sing, the Lord our Righteousness. 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin;
His Spirit makes our natures clean ;
At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains ;
The iron bondage from our necks.
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
PLWAG'D in a gulf of dark despair,
Rom. v. 6. C. M.
We wretched lay
Or spark of glimmering day.
Beheld our helpless grief,
He ran to our relief.
With joyful haste He fled,
Aud dwelt among the dead.