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3 Put forth Thy glorious power,

That Gentiles all may see,
And earth present her store

In converts bom to Thee :
God, our own God, His Church will bless,
And fill the world with righteousness.

4 To God the only wise,

The one immortal King,
Let hallelujahs rise

From every living tiling :
Let all that breathe, on every coast.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ^

WUHam Mwm. 1813. a.

J^^^ Lva alma Jesu, S. M.

1 T IGHT of the anxious heart,
Jj Jesus ! Thy suppliants cheer ;

Bid Thou the gloom of guilt depart,
And shed Thy sweetness here.

2 O happy he whose breast
Thou makest Thine abode ;

Sweet Light that with the pure wilt rest,
For they shall see their God.

3 Brightness of God above.
Unfathomable grace,

Within our hearts implant Thy Love,
And fix Thy dwelling-place.

4 To lowly minds revealed.
Our Saviour we adore ;

Like tribute to the Father yield
And Spirit, evermore.

From John Eemrp Newnum, IV. 1836.

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140 "^ Presentation in the Temple, 8.7. 6 lines.

1 TN His Temple now behold Him,
X See the long-expected Lord ;
Ancient prophets had foretold Him,

God has now fulfilled His Word.
Now to praise Him, His redeemed
Shall break forth with one accord.

2 In the arms of her who bore Him,

Virgin pure, behold Him lie.
While His aged saints adore Him,

Ere in perfect faith they die.
Halleluiah! Hallelujah!

Lo, the Incarnate God most high I

3 Jesus, by Thy Presentation,

Thou Who didst for us endure,
Make us see our great salvation,

Seal us with Thy promise sure ;
And present us, in Thy glory.

To Thy Father, cleansed and pure.

Henry John Pye. 1863.

150 L.M.

1 llf Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord I
ill I read my duty in Thy Word ;
But in Thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,
Such deference to Thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine.

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3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer :
The desert Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and Thy victory too.

4 Be Thou my pattern : make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here.
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

Warn. 1709.

151 C.M.

1 TOEHOLD, where in a mortal form
D Appears each grace divine !
The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine,

2 To spread the rays of heavenly light,

To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was His divine employ.

3 'Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn.

Patient and meek He stood.
His foes, ungrateful, sought His life ;
He labored for their good.

4 In the last hour of deep distress.

Before His Father's throne.
With soul resigned He bowed, and said,
" Thy will, not mine, be done!"

5 Be Christ our Pattern and our Guide !

His image may we bear I
O may we tread His holy steps.
His joys and glory share I

WOicm Ei^UUL 1T72. a.

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152 ^ CM.

[N duties and in sufferings too,

Thy path, my Lord, I'd trace ;
As Thou hast done, so would I do.
Depending on Thy grace.

2 With earnest zeal, 'twas Thy delight

To do Thy Father's will;
O may that zeal my love excite
Thy precepts to fulfill !

3 Unsullied meekness, truth, and love

Through all Thy conduct shine ;
O may my whole deportment prove
A copy. Lord, of Thine !

Beryamin Beddome. d. 1799. a.

153 c. M.

1 f\ SAVIOUR, Whom that holy mom
\J Gkive to our world below,

To mortal want and labor born,
And more than mortal woe !

2 Incarnate Word, by every grief,

By each temptation tried.
Who lived to yield our ills relief.
And to redeem us, died !

3 If gayly clothed and proudly fed.

In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed.
And lowly cottage cefl.

4 If pressed by poverty severe.

In envious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was Thine !

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5 Through fickle fortune's various scene,

From sin preserve us free ;
like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee.

Reginald H0b4r. 1811. a.

154 CM.

1 TESTIS! exalted far on high,
f) To whom a Name is given —
A Name surpassing every name,

That's known in earth or heaven !

2 Before Whose throne shall every knee

Bow down with one accord ;
Before Whose throne shall every tongue
Confess that Thou art Lord :

3 Jesus, Who in the form of God,

Didst equal honor claim ;
Yet, to redeem our guilty souls.
Didst stoop to death and shame !

4 O may that mind in us be formed

Which shone so bright in Thee ;
An humble, meek, and lowly mind.
From pride and envy free !

6 May we to others stoop, and learn

To emulate Thy Love ;
So shall we bear Thine image here,
And share Thy throne above.

TfumoB OoOerOL 1819.

155 S.M.

1 T)EHOLD, the Prince of Peaqe,
Jj The chosen of the Lord, .
God's well-beloved Son, fulfills
The sure prophetic Word.

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2 No royal pomp adorns
This King of righteousness :

Meekness and patience, truth and love,
Compose His princely dress.

3 Jesus, Thou Light of men I
Thy doctrine life imparts.

may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts !

4 Cheered by Thy beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way^

The path which Thou hast marked and trod
SIiaII lead to endless day.

John Needharti. 1768. a.

156 7s.

1 IjlEEBLE, helpless, how shaU I
J; Learn to live and learn to die ?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead Thy child to Thee?

2 BlessM Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent Thy holy Son ;
He will give the light I need.
He my trembling steps will lead.

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever lean on Him ;

From His precepts wisdom draw,
Make His life my solemn law.

4 Thus in deed, in thought, and word.
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,

In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die.

WUUam H. Fwmeu. 1844.

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157 8.7.

1 TN the Cross of Christ I glory,

1 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life overtake me,

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me ;
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way.
From the Cross the radiance streaming
Adds new lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the CVoss are sanctified ;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.

Sir Jokm Bowriitg, 1825.

158 S.M.

1 VrOT all the blood of beasts,
11 On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace.
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our stains away ;

A Sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My fkith 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 burden Thou didst bear.

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When hanging on the cursM tree,
And knows her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove ;
We bless the Lamb with cheerfiil voice,
And sing His bleeding Love.

Watta. 1709. a.

159 CM.

1 rpHEEE is a fountain filled with blood
X Drawn from Immanuers veins ;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day ;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away I

3 Dear dving Lamb, Thy precious Blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply.
Redeeming Ix>ve 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 prepared

(Unworthy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me I

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7 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,
And formed by power divine
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.

WiUiam Cowper. 1779. a.

1 "TvUST and ashes, sin and guilt, —

ly Christ, for me Thy Blood was spilt ;
Cleanse Thou me from guilt and sin.
Make me pure without, within ;
Soul and body, at Thy word.
Be to saving health restored.

2 Flesh and blood, this mortal frame.
Thou wert pleased to wear the same :
Though Thy nature was divine,
Thou didst condescend to mine :
Let me for Thy mercy's sake.

Thy Divinity partake.

3 From the ruins of the Fall,
Me to grace and glory call ;
Me, O Lord my Righteousness !
With Thine image re-impress :
Thou didst stoop to earth for me :
Baise me up to heaven with Thee.

Jame$ Montgomery. 1853.

J[0 J Ge«a, aomimo comforto. 8.7. D.

1 TESTIS, Befiige of the weary,
J Object of the spirit's love.
Fountain in life's desert dreary,

Saviour from the world above :
O how oft Thine eyes, offended,

Gaze upon the sinner's fall !
Yet upon the Cross extended.

Thou didst bear the pain of all.

2 Do we pass that Cross unheeding,

Breathing no repentant vow,

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Though we see Thee wounded, bleeding,
See Thy thorn-encircled brow ?

Yet Thy sinless death hath brought us
Life eternal, peace and rest ;

Only what Thy grace hath taught us
Calms the sinner's stormy breast

3 Jesus, may our hearts be burning.

With more fervent love for Thee ;
May our eyes be ever turning

To Thy Cross of agony ;
Till in glory, parted never

Prom the blessed Saviour's side,
Graven in our hearts for ever,

Dwell the Cross, the Crucified.

J^ome Savonarola, d. 1498.
Unknown^ Tr.

162 Irajusta Qmditoris.

1 TTE who once, in righteous vengeance,
11 Whelmed the world beneath the flood.
Once again in mercy cleansed it

With the stream of His own Blood,
Coming from His throne on high
On the painfiil Cross to die.

2 O the wisdom of th' Eternal !

O its depth, and height divine !
O the sweetness of that mercy

Which in Jesus Christ doth shine !
We were sinners doomed to die ;
Jesus paid the penalty.

3 When before the Judge we tremble.

Conscious of His broken laws.
May the blood of His Atonement

Cry aloud and plead our cause.
Bid our guilty terrors cease.
Be our pardon and our peace.

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4 Prince and Author of salvation I

Lord of majesty supreme !

Jesus ! praise to Thee be given

By the world Thou didst redeem :
Glory to the Father be, /
And the Spirit, One with Thee.

Edward OuwaU, 3V. 1848. a,

X63 Vivoj vtvOf Oem. 6.5.

1 pLOKYbetoJesus,
\J Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the fife-blood

From His sacred veins!

2 Grace and life eternal

In that Blood I find ;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind I

3 Blest through endless ages

Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem !

4 AbeFs blood for vengeance

Pleaded to the skies ;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardoil cries !

5 Oft as earth exulting

Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.

6 Lift we then our voices,

Swell the mighty flood ;
Louder still, and louder
Praise the precious Blood I

From the ItaUcm of :
Edward OuuxOL 1966.

From the Italian of xvUL cmdtry.
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164 CM,

1 /^OME let us join our cheerfiil soags,
\j With angeJs round the throne.

Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,

" To be exalted thus."
" Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply.
For He was slain for us.

3 Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine ;
And blessings more than we can give.
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.

4 Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise I

5 The whole creation join in one,

To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne.
And to adore tJie Lamb.


Watts. 1709.

165 CM.

row to the Lamb that once was slain
Be endless blessings paid ;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on Thy head !

Thou hast redeemed our souls with Blood,

Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And we shall reign with Thee.

WaUa. nO».

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166 S.M.

1 TTOSANNA to the Son
11 Of David and of God,

Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with His Blood!

2 To Christ the anointed King
Be endless blessings given !

Let the whole earth His glory sing.
Who made our peace with heaven.



167 C.M.

1 rv THOU Who through this holy week
\J Didst suffer for us all ;

The sick to cure, the lost to seek.
To raise up them that fall :

2 We cannot understand the woe

Thy Love was pleased to bear :
O Lamb of God, we only know
That all our hopes are there !

3 Thy feet the path of suffering trod ;

Thy hand the victory won ;
What shall we render to our God
For all that He hath done ?

John Miuon Neak, 1S44.

168 Poim Sunday. L. M.

1 T) IDE on, ride on in majesty !
It In lowly pomp ride on to die I
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty I
The angel armies of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes.
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

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3 Ride on, ride on in majesty I

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh :
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty I
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.

Henry Hart MUnum, 19IN. a,

169 Isaiah 53. C. M.

1 rpHE Saviour comes ! no outward pomp
J. Bespeaks His presence nigh ;

No earthly beauty shines in Him
To draw the carnal eye.

2 Rejected and despised of men,

Behold a Man of woe !
And grief His close companion still
Through all His life below !

3 Yet all the griefs He felt were ours,

Ours were the woes He bore :
Pangs, not His own, His spotless soul
With bitter anguish tore.

4 We held Him as condemned of Heaven,

An outcast from His God ;
While for our sins He groaned. He bled,
Beneath His Father's rod.

5 His sacred Blood hath washed our souls

From sin's polluting stain ;
His stripes have healed us, and His Death
Revived our souls again.

6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray

In ruin's fatal road :
On Him were our transgressions laid 5
He bore the mighty load.

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7 He died to bear the guilt of men,
That sin might be forgiven :
He lives to bless them and defend,
And plead their cause in heav€aa.

Wiaiam Bobertaon, d. 1743. a.

170 8.7. D.

1 TT^IL> Thou once despisM Jesus !
Jl. Hail, Thou Galilean King!
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 favor ;

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 ftiU Atonement made.
All Thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of Thy Blood :
Opened is the gate of heaven ;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory.

There for ever to abide !
All the heavenly hosts 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, honor, power, and blessing,

Thou art worthjr to receive ;
Loudest praises, without ceaising,

Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays,

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Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant ImmanueFs praise.

John Bakewell 1760.

V. 3 altered by Zbp2(ufy, 1776.

171 87

1 QUFFERING Son of man, be near me,

In my sufferings to sustain ;
By Thy sorer griefe to cheer me.

By Thy more than mortal pain.

2 Call to mind that unknown anguish.

In Thv days of flesh below.
When Thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe.

3 By Thy most severe temptation

In that dark Satanic hour ;
By Thy last mysterious Passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.

4 By Thy fainting tn the garden,

By Thy dreadful Death, I pray,
Write upon my heart Thy pardon ;
Take my sins and fears away.

6 By the travail of Thy spirit,
By Thine outcry on the tree,
By Thine agonizing merit,
Gracious Lord, remember me!

a Wedey, 1767. o.

172 78. D.

1 QAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
O Low we bend the adoring knee ;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ;
O, by all Thy pains and woe'
Suffered once for man below.
Bending from Thy thnme on high,
Hear our solemn Litany 1

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2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness ;

By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power ;
Turn, O turn a favoring eye.
Hear our solenm Litany !

3 By Thine hour of dire despair.
By Thine agony of prayer ;

By the cross, the naU, tne thorn.
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn ;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice ;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solenm Litany !

4 By Thy deep expiring groan ;
By the sad sepulchiftl stone ;
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God ;

O, from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, reascended I^ord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn Litany I

Sir BobeH Qrant. 1815.

173 7s. 6 Unes.

1 PI O to dark Gethsemane,

\X Ye that feel the tempter's power:
Your Redeemer's conflict see ;

Watch with Him one bitter hour ;
Turn not from His griefs away ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall.

View the Lord of life arraigned :

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the wormwood and the gall I

O the pangg His soul sustained !
Bhun not suffering, shame, or loss ;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb:

There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own Sacrifice complete :
" It is finished,^' hear Him cry :
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb,

Where they laid His breathless clay ;
All is solitude and gloom ;

Who hath taken Him away ?
Christ is risen ! — He meets our eyes :
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

JaiM* Montgomery. 1822.


174 OpprobriiSy Jesu, satur. Iambic. 8.7.

1 TJIS trial o'er, and now beneath
XX His own Cross fkintly bending,
Jesus the fatal hill of death

Is wearily ascending.

2 And now, His hands and feet pierced through,

Upon the Cross they raise Him :
Where even now, in distant view,
The eye of faith surveys Him.

3 wondrous Love, which God most high

Toward man was pleased to cherish !
His sinless Son He gave to die.
That sinners might not perish.

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4 Yes, 'tis the Cross that breaks the rod

And chain of condemnation,
And makes a league 'twixt man and God
For our entire salvation.

5 O praise the Father, praise the Son,

The Lamb for sinners given,
And Holy Ghost, by whom alone
Our hearts are raised to heaven.

CharleB Oojffht. d. 1749.
JbJm Chcatdler, Tr. 1837.

175 Prome vocem, mens^ canoram, 8.7.4,7.

1 \rOW, my soul, thy voice upraising,
il Sing aloud in mournful strain.
Of the sorrows most amazing.

And the agonizing pain.
Which our Saviour
Sinless bore, for sinners slain.

2 He the ruthless scourge enduring,

Kansom for our sins to pay.
Sinners by his own stripes curing,
Raising those who wounded lay.

Bore our sorrows.
And removed our pains away.

3 He to liberty restored us

By the very bonds He bare ;
And His nail-pierced limbs afford us
Each a stream of mercy rare :

Lo ! He draws us
To the Cross, and keeps us there.

4 When His painfiil life was ended,

Then the spear transfixed His side :
Blood and water thence descended ;
Pouring forth a double tide:

This to cleanse us,
That to heal us is applied.

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6 Jesus I may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford ;
May we, now Thy Love possessing,
And at length our full reward,

Ever praise Thee,
As our ever-glorious Lord I

SantoUm M^ghricmm. ah. 1660.
Jolm Cfcttudier, TV. 1887. a.

170 Haupt voU JSlut vnd Wunden, 7.6. D.

1 rv SACRED Head, now wounded,

VJ With grief and shame weighed down.
Now scoriuully surrounded

With thorns. Thy only crown I
O sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss, till now, was Thine I
Yet, though d^ised and gory,

I joy to call Thee mine.

2 How art Thou pale with anguish,

With sore abuse and soorn I
How does that visage languish,

Which once was bright as mom !
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered,

Was all for sinners* gain ;
Mine, mine was the transgression,

But Thine the deadly pain.

3 Lo, here I fell, my Saviour !

'Tis I deserve Thy place I
Look on me with Tny favor,

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Receive me, my Redeemer ;

My Shepherd, make me Thine I
Of every good the Fountain,

Thou art the Spring of mine 1

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4 What language shall I borrow

To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end !
O make me Thine for ever,

And should I fainting be.
Lord, let me never, never.

Outlive my love to Thee.

5 Forbid that I should leave Thee ;

O Jesus, leave not me ;
In faith may I receive Thee,

When death shall set me free.
When strength and comfort Janguish,

And I must hence depart.
Release me then from anguish

By Thine own wounded heart.

Bernard of ClairvaHx, d. 1168.

Pavl GerhardL 1653.

Jamet WaddeU Alextaider^ TV. 1830. a.

177 Jem, Deine tUJen Wtmden, Ts. D.

1 T ORD, Thy Death and Passion give
Jj Strength and comfort at my need.
Every hour while here I live

On Thy Love my soul shall feed.
Thou didst once for me endure,
And I fly all thoughts impure ;
Thinking on Thy bitter pains.
Hushed in prayer my heart remains.

2 Yes, Thy Cross hath power to heal

All the wounds of sin and strife.
Lost in Thee, my heart doth feel

Sudden warmth and nobler life.
In nay saddest, darkest grief.
Let Thy sweetness bring relief.
Thou Who earnest but to save.
Thou Who fearest not the grave!

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3 Lord, in Thee I place my trust,

Thou art my IJefence and Tower ;
Death Thou treadest in the dust,

O'er my soul he hath no power.
That I may have part in Thee,
Help and save and comfort me ;
Give me of Thy grace and might,
Resurrection, life, and light!

4 Fount of good, within me dwell !

For the peace Thy presence sheds
Keeps us safe in conflict fell.

Charms the pain from dying beds.
Hide me safe within Thine arm.
Where no foe can hurt or harm ;
Whoso, Lord, in Thee doth rest,
He hath conquered, he is blest.

JoJm HeermafM. 1644.
M%$» WinJnootih, Tr. 1865.

178 Je8Uy meinea Lebena Ld>en.

1 riHRIST the Life of all the living,
\J Christ the Death of death our foe,
Who Thyself for us once giving

To the darkest depths of woe.
Patiently didst yield Thy breath
But to save my soul from death ;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

2 Thou, ah Thou, hast taken on Thee

Bitter strokes, a cruel rod ;
Pain and scorn were heaped upon Thee,

O Thou sinless Son of God.
Only thus for me to win
Rescue from the bonds of sin ;
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be,
Blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

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3 Thou didst bear the smiting only

That it might not fell on me ;
Stoodest felsely charged and lonely,

That I might be safe and free ;
Comfortless that I might know
Comfort from Thy boundless woe.
Thousand, thousand thanks shall be.
Blessed Jesus, unto Thee.

4 Then for all that wrought our pardon.

For Thy sorrows deep and sore,
For Thine anguish in the garden,

I will thank Thee evermore ;
Thank Thee with my latest breath
For Thy sad and cruel death.
For that laat and bitter cry :
Praise Thee evermore on high.

Ernest Christopher Homburg, 1669.
Miss Wmkworth, Tr. 1862. o.

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