4 Thro' all his travels here below,
They did his steps attend;

Oft wond'ring how, or where, at last,
This mystic scene would end!

5 They saw his heart transfix'd with wounds, And view'd the crimson gore;

They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e'er broke before.

6 They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne;
Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd,
"The glorious work is done.”

131. 8s. Francis.

Praise to the Redeemer.

1 MY gracious Redeemer I love!
His praises aloud I'll proclaini,
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name,
2 To gaze on his glories divine,
Shall be my eternal employ,
And feel them incessantly shine,
My boundless ineffable joy.

3 He freely redeem'd, with his blood,
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell.
4 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey;
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
And pass in a moment away.

5 The crown that my Saviour bestows,
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;

My joy everlastingly flows-
My God, my Redeemer, is mine.

132. 7s. Conyer's Col.

Refuge from the storm....Deut. xxxiii. 27. 1 JESUS, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly;

While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high !
2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
3 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone—
Still support and comfort me!
4 All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
5 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
6 Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am-

Thou art full of truth and grace.
7 Plenteous grace with thee is found;
Grace to pardon all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound;
Let me feel them flow within.

8 Thou of life the fountain art;
Freely let me take of thee;

Spring thou up within my heart-----
Rise to all eternity!

133. 8s. Maxwell.

Riches of Christ....Eph. iii. 8.

1 HOW shall I my Saviour set forth?
How shall I his beauties declare?
O how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
2 His angels can never express,

Nor saints, who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace;
O no! 'tis a mist'ry unknown.

3 In him all the fullness of God

For ever transcendently shines;
The Father's anointed he stood
To finish his glorious designs.

4 Tho' once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels fast bound to set free,
His glory sustained no loss;
Eternal his kingdom shall be.

5 O sinners, believe and adore
The Saviour so rich to redeem !
No creature can ever explore
The treasures of goodness in him.
He riches has ever in store,

And treasures that never can waste:
Here's pardon...here's grace, yea, and more➡
Here's glory eternal at last.

134. L. M. Wesley.

Lord our Righteousness....Isa. xiv. 24....Jer. xxiii. 6. 1 JESUS, thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd, With Joy shall I lift up my head.

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2 When from the dust of death I rise,
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then shall this be all my plea...
Jesus bath liv'd aud dy'd for me.
3 Bold shall I stand in that great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully, thro' thee, absolv'd I am

From sin's tremendous curse and shame.
4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
Thus all the armies bought with blood,
Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim,
Sinners, of whom the chief I ani.
5 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruin'd nature sinks in years;
No
age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

6 O let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banish'd ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness.

That Rock was Christ.... Ex. xvii. 6....1 Cor. x. 4.
1 WHEN Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst
Forth from the rock the waters burst;
And, all their future journey through,
Yielded them drink and comfort too.

2 In Moses' rod a type they saw
Of his severe and fi'ry law;
The smitten rock prefigur'd him,

From whose pierc'd side all blessings stream.

4 But ah! the types were all too faint, His sorrows or his worth to paint;

Slight was the stroke of Moses' rod,
But he endur'd the wrath of God.

4 Their outward rock could feel no pain,
But ours was wounded, bruis'd, and slain;
That rock gave but a wat❜ry flood,
But Jesus pour'd forth streams of blood.
5 The earth is like their wilderness.
A land of drought and sore distress;
Without one stream, from pole to pole,
To satisfy a thirsty soul.

But let the Saviour's praise resound;
In him refreshing streams are found;
Which pardon, strength, and comfort give,
And thirsty sinners drink, and live.

136. 11s. Bennett.

Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I....Ps. lxi. 2.
[1 CONVINC'D as a sinner, to Jesus I come,
Inform'd by the gospel for such there is room;
Overwhelm'd with sorrow for sin will I cry,
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I!
2 When tempted by satan my Saviour to leave,
Who sets forth religion as meant to deceive,
I'll claim my relation to Jesus on high-
The rock of salvation that's higher than I!

3 When God from my soul shall his presence remove,
To try by his absence the strength of my love,
I'll rest on the promise of Jesus, and try
The force of that rock which is higher than I!
4 When sorely afflicted, and ready to faint,
Before my Redeemer I'll spread my complaint;
'Midst storms and distresses my soul shall rely
On Jesus, the rock that is higher than I!]