With shame and with wonder I burn, To think what he suffer'd for me. 3 My sins, O how black they appear, When in that dear bosom they meet! Those sins were the nails and the spear, That wounded his hands and his feet. 4 'Twas justice that wreath'd for his head The thorns that encircled it round; Thy temples, Immanuel, bled, That mine might with glory be crown'd! 5 The wonderful love of his heart, Where he has recorded my name, On earth can be known but in partHeav'n only can bear the full flame. 6 In rivers of sorrow it flow'd,

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And flow'd in those rivers for me;
My sins are all drown'd in his blood
My soul is both happy and free.

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523. 75. Langford's Col.
Redeeming Love....Psalm cxi. 9.
JOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesu's name :
Ye, who Jesu's kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
[2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.]

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears:
See your guilt and curse remove
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
[4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves to death and sin
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.]

Welcome all, by sin opprest,

Welcome to the Saviour's breast; Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, His tremendous foes and ours, From their cursed empire drove ; Mighty in redeeming love. 7 Hither then your music bring, Strike aloud each tuneful string; Mortals, join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love. [8 When his Spirit leads us home.... When we to his kingdom come, We shall all the fulness prove Of our Lord's redeeming love.]

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524. 148th. Toplady's Col. Jubilee....Lev. xxv. 9—17. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb,
Redemption by his blood,
Thro' all the world proclaim;
Ye, who have sold for nought,
Your heritage above,
Come, take it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love;

Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;

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The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
Jesus, our great high-priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

525. 8. 4. Medley.
Redemption.
1 HAIL, mighty and victorious Lord,
Worthy art thou to be ador'd,
Who, long before time's round began,
Laid the vast, wise, and wond'rous plan,
To ransom ev'ry chosen man
To endless day.

2 Ye heav'nly soldiers, still press on,
In Jesus see the conquest won!
Bright palms of vict'ry you shall bear,
And crowns of glory you shall wear,
And in his kingdom have a share
To endless day.

3 There shall we in sweet chorus join,
Where saints and angels all combine,
To sing of his redeeming love,
When rolling years shall cease to move,
And this shall be our theme above

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Redemption....John xix. 30.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See it rends the rocks asunder-
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!

"It is finish'd !"

Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 It is finish'd! O what pleasure

Do these precious words afford! Heav'nly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord: It is finish'd!

Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows.
Of the ceremonial law!

Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe;
It is finish'd!

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
[4 Happy souls, approach the table-
Taste the soul-reviving food!
Nothing's half so sweet and pleasant
As the Saviour's flesh and blood.
It is finish'd!

Christ has borne the heavy load.] 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphsJoin to sing the pleasing theme; All on earth, and all in heav'n, Join to praise Immanuel's name ! Hallelujah!

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Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

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527. C. M. Steele.
Refuge in God....Psalm ix. 9.
EAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

To thee I tell each rising grief,

For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief,
For ev'ry pain I feel.

[3 But O, when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
Thou art my only trust:

And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Tho' prostrate in the dust.]

5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?

And can the ear of sov'reign grace,
Be deaf when I complain?

6 No-still the ear of sov'reign grace
Attends the mourner's pray'r;

O may I ever find access

To breathe my sorrows there?

7 Thy mercy-seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat :

With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.

528. 7s. Cennick.

Rejoicing in Hope...Isaiah xxxv. 10....Luke xii. 32.
HILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;

CHILL

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are trav'lling home to God,
In the way the Fathers trod :
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
[3 O, ye banish'd seed, be glad!
Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes-
Brother to our souls becomes.]

4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesu's throne shall rest: