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2 I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls,;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

3 Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesu's face,
Now before the throne of grace.

4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands:
God is love, I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

5 If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now!

Look to Jesus.

"As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but

have eternal life."-JOHN iii. 14, 15.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 139.

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Look! the Lord is lifted high; look to Him, He's ever nigh
Look and live! why will ye die? Look and live!

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2 Though unworthy, vile, unclean,
Look and live! look and live!
Look away from self and sin,
Look and live!

Long by Satan's power enslaved,
Look and live! look and live!
Look to Me, ye shall be saved,
Look and live!

3 Though you've wandered far away,
Look and live! look and live!
Harden not your hearts to-day,
Look and live!

'Tis thy Father calls thee home,
Look and live! look and live!
Whosoever will may come,
Look and live!

Lord of All.

"At the Name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things

in earth."-PHIL. ii. IO.

"He is Lord of all."-ACTS x. 36.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 140.

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name!

Let angels prostrate fall;

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.

2 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Oh that with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

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“Ghat Worthy Name.”

"God hath highly exalted Him, and given Him a Name which is above every name.”—PHIL. ii. 9.

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Tune-Sacred Songs and Sclos, No. 140.

H for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

2 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim-

To spread through all the earth abroad—
The honours of Thy Name.

3 Jesus, the Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;

'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

’Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free ;

His blood can make the vilest clean,
His blood availed for me.

The Mercy-Seat.

"There I will meet with thee; and I will commune with thee from above the

mercy-seat."-EXODUS XXV. 22.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 142.

HAT various hindrances we meet

WHAT

In coming to the mercy-seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?

2 Prayer makes the darkened clouds withdraw;
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,

Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.

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3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight:

Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint

upon his knees.

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Praise.

"Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise."

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PSALM C. 4.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 142.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy,
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

The Place of Blessing.

"Let us draw near with a true heart, in full assurance of faith."-HEB. X. 22. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 142.

FROM every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat:
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat,

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place than all besides more sweet-
It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend
Though sundered far, by faith we meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

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Thy Name be Magnified."

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“Thy Name is as ointment poured forth.”—SONG of Solomon i. 3. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 145.

How

OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

I would Thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

So shall the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

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