3 The types bore witness to His Name,

Obtain'd their chief desigo, and ceas'd; The incense and the bleeding lamb,

The ark, the altar, and the priest. 4 Predictions in abundance meet

To join their blessings on His head:
Jesus, we worship at Thy feet,

And nations own the promis'd seed.

Wymn.
Christ the Substance of Rites and Shadows.
1
THE true MESSIAH now appears ;

The types are all withdrawn;
So fly the shadows and the stars

Before the rising dawn.
2 No smoking sweets, nor bleeding lambs,

Nor kid, nor bullock slain; Incense and spice of costly names

Would all be burnt in vain.
3 Aaron must lay his robes away,

His mitre and his vest,
When God Himself comes down to be

The Off’ring and the Priest.
4 He took our mortal flesh, to show

The wonders of His love; For us He paid His life below,

And prays for us above. 5 “FATHER," be cries, “ forgive their sins,

"For I Myself have died :" And then He shows His open'd veins,

And pleads His wounded side.

Hymn.

The Priesthood and Compassion of Christ.

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· WITH joy we meditate the grace

Of our High-Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,

His bowels melt with love.

2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean,

For He has felt the same.

3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,

The great REDEEMER stood,
While Satan's fiery darts He bore,

And did resist to blood.

4 He in the days of feeble flesh

Pour'd out His cries and tears,
And in His measure feels afresh

What ev'ry member bears.

5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,

But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed He never breaks,

Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address

His mercy and His pow'r:
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace

In the distressing hour.

Hymn. The Priesthood and Blood of Christ.. 1 BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies :

Revenge," the blood of Abel cries :
But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,

Speaks peace as loud from every vein. 2 Pardon and peace from God on high:

Behold, He lays His vengeance by;
And rebels that deserve His sword

Become the favourites of the LORD.
3 To Jesus let our praises rise,
Who
gave

His life a sacrifice ;
Now He appears before His God,
And, for our pardon, pleads His blood.

Wymn.

Christ our Sacrifice. 1

Not all the blood of beasts

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.

My soul looks back to see

The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,

And hopes her guilt was there.

Believing we rejoice

To see the curse remove;
We bless the LAMB with cheerful voice,

And sing His bleeding love.

Hymn.

Christ our Light.

1 LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling

Bòrders on the shades of death,
Come, and, Thy dear self revealing,

Dissipate the clouds beneath!
The new heaven's and earth's CREATOR,

In our deepest darkness rise, Scatt'ring all the night of nature,

Pouring day upon our eyes !

2 Still we wait for Thine appearing,

Life and joy Thy beams impart; Chasing all our fears, and cheering

Every poor benighted heart: Come, and manifest the favour

Thou hast for Thy ransom'd race! Come, thou dear exalted SAVIOUR,

Come, and bring Thy Gospel-grace!

3 Save us in Thy great compassion,

O Thou mild pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation,

Give the pardon of our sins :
By Thine all-sufficient merit,

Every burden'd soul release ;
By the influence of Thy SPIRIT,

Guide us into perfect peace.

Hymn.

Christ our Day-star.

1

ALL hail, redeeming LORD,

Sweet Day-star from on high !
All hail, Thou SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, ,

Great source of vital joy!

2 Shine, lovely Star of day,

Around and in us shine;
And our benighted souls shall own

Thy light and love divine.

3

Ourwand'ring footsteps guide

Through all this desert place:
Beneath Thy beams we'll trace the path

Of happiness and peace.
Death's vale shall lose it's gloom,

Cheer'd by Thy vital ray,
And open to our longing eyes

An everlasting day.