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2 He brougbt me from the fearful pit,

The gates of death and hell;
Secur'd my goings in his path,

My lips his praises tell.
3 The arms of everlasting love

Beneath my soul he plac'd;
And on the Rock of Ages set

My sliding footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode

Is wall'd around with grace:
Salvation for a bulwark stands,

To shield the sacred place.
5 Satan may vent his sharpest rage,

And all bis legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life,

And bounds his furious power. 6 Arise, my soul ! awake, my voice,

And tunes of pleasure sing ; Loud Hallelujahs shall address

My Saviour and my King,

272 Living by Faith. C.M. I am crucified with CARIST: nevertheless I live; yet

not I, but Christ liveth in me; and the life which I
now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of
God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. -GAL.
ii. 20.
JESUS, while in this mortal flesh

I hold my frail abode,
Still would my spirit rest on thee,

Its Saviour, and its God. 2 Daily by faith on thee I live,

'Midst all my griefs and snares; And death, encounter'd in thy sight,

No form of horror wears. 3 Yes, thou hast lov'd this sinful worm,

Hast giv'n thyself for me :
Hast bought me from eternal death,

Nail'd to the bloody tree,
4 LORD, on thy cross 1 fix mine eyes,

Then raise them to thy seat;
O may thy love dissolve

At its REDEEMER's feet. 5 Be dead, my heart, to wordly charms,

Be dead to every sin ;
And tell the loudest foes without,

That Jesus reigns within.
6 My life with his connected stands,

Nor asks a surer ground:
Secure he keeps me in his arms,

In him my all is found.

my soul

273. Constrained to Love Christ. C.M.

Lovest thou me more than these ? Feed my Lambs.-

John xxi. 15.

DO not I love thee, O my Lord ?

Behold my heart, and see;
And cast each bated idol down,

That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee from

my

soul ? Then let me nothing love : Dead be my heart to every joy,

When Jesus cannot move.
3 Is not thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear ?
Do I not in thy word delight

My Saviour's voice to hear !
4 [Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,

I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face

I'd fear thy cause to plead?] 5 Would not my ardent spirit vie,

With angels round the throne,
To execute thy sacred will,

And make thy glory known ? 6 Thou know'st I love thee, gracious Lord;

But, O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

274. Meeting Reproach for Christ.

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I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself ; that where I am, there ye may be also.John, xiv. 2, 3.

And art thou, gracious master, gone,
A mansion to

prepare

for me? Shall I behold thee on the throne,

And there for ever sit with thee ? Then let the world approve or blame,

I'll triumph in thy gracious name. 2 Should I to gain the world's applause,

Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance thy cause,

And make thy people's lot my own;
What shame would fill ine in that day,

When thou thy glory wilt display! 3 [And what is man, or what his smile ?

The terrors of his anger what?
Like grass he flourishes awhile,

But soon his place shall know him
Thro' fear of such an one shall I, (not.

The Lord of heav'n and earth deny ?] 4 No! let the world cast out my name,

And vile account me if they will;
If to confess the Lord be shame,

I purpose to be viler still:
For thee, my God, I all resign,
Content if I can call thee mine,

5 What transport then shall fill my heart,

When thou my worthless name wilt When I shall see thee as thou art,[own;

And know as I myself am known! From sin, and fear, and sorrow free, My soul shall find its rest in thee.

275. The Motives of his Love to Christ.

78.

Lovest thou me?--JOnn xxi. 16.

HARK, my soul, it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:

Say, poor sinner“ lov'st thou me?" 2 I deliver'd thee when bound,

And, when bleeding, heal'd thy wound,
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,

Turu'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

Yet will I remember thee.
4 Mine is an unchanging love,

Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ;

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