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2 In Christ's obedience clothe,

And wash me in his blood;
So shall I lift my head with joy

Among the sons of God. 3 My soul for refuge flies

To him that died for men,
Who gave himself a sacrifice

To take away my sin.
Do thou my sins subdue,
Thy sov'reign love make known;
The spirit of my mind renew,

And save me in thy Son. 5 Let me attest thy pow'r,

And all thy goodness prove,
Till my

full soul can hold no more
Of everlasting love,

510. Triumph over Death through Christ.

87-4.

Į will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will

redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction.--Hosea xiii. 14.

GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH!

Pilgrim through this desert land;
I am weak but thou art mighty,

Hold me with thy pow'rful hand;
1 Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open thon the living fountain, ora 11 &

Whence the healing streans dofflow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar, yol art Lead ine all my journey through ;

Strong deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Triumphs give and cousolation;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
4 Musing on my habitation,

Musing on my heav'nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longing
Come, O Jesus, quickly come !!!

Here vanity is all I see,
LORD, I long to be with thee. oT

511. Victory over Death, C.M. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us

the victory O FOR an overcoming faith a's try?

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,

And all his frightful powers! 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,

My quiv'ring lips should sing,
Wbere is thy victory, O grave?

And where, 0 death, thy sting?

sting LIFE AND DEATH. 512 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure, ;m has

The law gives sin its damning power;

: Bat Christ, my ransom, died. 4 Now to the Gop of victory

Iinmortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conq'rors while we die,

Through Christ our living head.

512. Encouragement to the Dying Be

liever. 8-7. Now we see through a glass, darkly ; but then face to

face.--1. Cor. xii. 12.
HAPPY soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,

To the sight of Jesus go.
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above ;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
3 For the joy he sets before thee,

Bear a momentary pain ;
Die, to live the life of glory;

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign, 4 Kept by bis divine compassion

He receives thee to his breast;
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest!

5 There with him, who died to save thee,

Ever shalt thou reigo above;
Praise him for the grace lie gave thee;
Praise him for redeeming love!

513. At the Death of u Believer.

7s. Double.

Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through

our LORD JESUS CHRIST.-1. Cor. xv. 57. BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,

Pray we, gracious God, to thee :
Thou, in thine abundant grace,

Givest us the victory;
True, and faithful to thy word,

Thou hast glorify'd thy Son;
Jesus Christ, our dying LORD,

He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo! the pris'ner is releas'd,

Lighten’d of his fleshly load ;
Where the weary are at rest,

He is gather'd in to God !
Lo! the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'er
Death and hell belind are cast,

Grief and suff'ring are no more. 3 Yes, the Christian's course is run,

Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done,

Death is swallow'd up of life,

Borne by Angels far above,

Up to God the spirit flies;
Tastes the fulness of his love,

Rests with Christ in Paradise. 4 Join we then with one accord,

In the new, tbe joyful song;
Absent from onr living LORD

We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay,

We a better lot shall share,
We shall see the realms of day,

Meet our happy brother there.

514. At the Death of a Believer.

8-7-7

Blessed are the dead, which die in the LORD, from

henceforth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.Rev. xiv. 13.

HARK, a voice! It sounds from heaven:

“ Blessed are the dead who die
In the Lord.”. To them 'tis given

From a world of woe to fly!
They indeed are truly blest,

From their labour now they rest. -2 All their toils and conflicts over

Lo ! they dwell with Christ above: O what glories they discover

In the Saviour whom they love!

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