3 Hence then, ye black, despairing thoughts; 121 1 2 3 Confidence in the Intercessor. RISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands; He ever lives above, For me to intercede His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear: He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, 122 1 NOW Christ our High Priest. OW let our cheerful eyes survey And celebrate his constant care, 2 Though raised to a superior throne, And high o'er all the shining train. Mrs. Steele. H. M. C. Wesley. C. M. 3 The names of all his saints he bears, Nor shall the meanest Christian say 4 Those characters shall fair abide- When gems and monuments and crowns 123 1 Temptation. Heb. iv. 16. WITH His heart is made of tenderness, 2 Touched with a sympathy within, He knows what sore temptations mean, 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, 6 Then let our humble faith address 124 1 1 DID The Weeping Saviour. Luke xix. 41. ID Christ o'er sinners weep, Doddridge. C. M. Watts. S. M. Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears The wondering angels see; 125 1 WH Beddome. L. M. Christ the Guardian of his People. WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, And on his heart his people bears. 2 He who for us a surety stood, And made the offering of his blood, 4 With boldness, therefore, at his throne 126 1 ROC Christ the Rock of Ages. OCK of ages, cleft for me, Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Save from wrath, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow, Logan. 78. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 127 The Star of Bethlehem. Toplady. 1 WHEN, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 3 Once on the raging sea I rode The storm was loud, the night was dark; Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem, It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 6 Now safely moored-my perils o'er, For ever and for evermore, The Star-the Star of Bethlehem. 128 1 The Covenant with the Redeemer. L. M. II. K. White. UR God, how firm his promise stands, OUR He trusts in our Redeemer's hands His glory and his grace. 2 Then why, my soul, these sad complaints, Since Christ and we are one? Thy God is faithful to his saints, Is faithful to his Son. C. M. 3 Beneath his smiles my heart has lived, I praise his name for grace received, Watts. 129 The Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin. C. M. 1 SIN, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; The only balm is sovereign grace, 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead, 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within, Till God's own Son, with skill divine, 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus makes us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, And rush with fury down to hell; 130 1 SA Earnest Supplications. AVIOUR, when, in dust, to thee By thy wounds-the crown of thorns- Watts. 78. |