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Hymn.

Christ The Pearl of great Price.

1 YE glittring toys of earth, adieu ;

A nobler choice be mine:
A real prize attracts my view,

A treasure all divine.

2 Be gone, unworthy of my cares,

Ye specious baits of sense ;
Inestimable worth appears,

The Pearl of Price immense !

3 JESUS, to multitudes unknown,

O Name divinely sweet!
JESUS, in Thee, in Thee alone,

Wealth, honour, pleasure, meet.

Ą Should both the Indies, at my call,

Their boasted stores resign;
With joy I would renounce them all,

For leave to call Thee mine.

5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart;

Of this dear gift possess'd,
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,

And be for ever bless'd.

6 Dear Sov'reign of my soul's desires,

Thy love is bliss divine ;
Accept the wish that love inspires,

And bid me call Thee mine.

Hymn.

Christ our Physician.

i DEEP are the wounds which sin has made;

Where shall the sinner find a cure ?
In vain, alas! is nature's aid;

The work exceeds all nature's pow'r,

2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns

With fatal strength in ev'ry part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,

And spreads it's poison to the heart. 3 And can no sov'reign balm be found?

And is no kind physician nigh
To ease the pain, and heal the wound,

Ere life and hope for ever fly? 4 There is a great Physician near;

Look up, O faiņting soul, and live;
See, in His heav'nly smiles appear

Such ease as nature cannot give!

5 See in the SAVIOUR's dying blood

Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. 6 Sin throws in vain it's pointed dart;

For here a sov'reign cure is found,
A cordial for the fainting heart,

A balm for every painful wound.

Lymu.

Christ our Hiding-place.

i Hall, sov'reign Love, that first began

The scheme to rescue fall'n man;
Hail, matchless, free, eternal Grace,
That gave my soul a hiding-place.

2 Against the God who rules the sky,

I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the mention of His grace,

Too proud to seek a hiding-place.
3 'Ere long the Gospel voice I heard,

Where mercy dwells in ev'ry word:
The FATHER led me by His grace

To Jesus as my hiding-place. 4. Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll,

And shake the globe from pole to pole,
No flaming bolt could daunt my face,

For Jesus is my hiding-place.
5 On Him Almighty vengeance fell;

Thus must have sunk a world to hell:
He bare it for His chosen race,
And thus became their hiding-place.

6 A few more rolling suns at most,

Will land me on fair Canaan's coast,
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious hiding-place!

Hymn.

Christ the Resurrection and the Life.

1
"I

AM,” saith CHRIST our glorious Head, -
(May we attention give,)
“ The RESURRECTION of the dead,

The Life of all that live.

2

By faith in Me, the soul receives

New life, though dead before ;
And he that in My Name believes

Shall live, to die no more,”

3 Fulfil Thy promise, gracious LORD,

On us assembled here;
Put forth Thy SPIRIT, with the Word,

And cause the dead to hear.

4 Preserve the power of faith alive

In those who love Thy Name; For sin and Satan daily strive

To quench the sacred flame.

5 Thy power and mercy first prevail'd,

From death to set us free;
And, often since, our life had faild,

If not renew'd by Thee.

6 To Thee we look, to Thee we bow,

To Thee for help we call;
Our LIFE and RESURRECTION Thou,

Our Hope, our Joy, our All,

Hymn.

Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification, and

Redemption.
1 BURIED in shadows of the night,

We lie till CHRIST restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears

Till His atoning blood appears ;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the LORD our righteousness.

3 Our

very

frame is mix'd with sin;
His Spirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from His sufferings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.

4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,

Binding his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks

The iron bondage from our necks.
5 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess

Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty all, and we
Give our whole selves, O LORD, to Thee,

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