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Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, [ is pain. Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure 5 O might they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste. For which they were born,
Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of love! HYMN 20. 6-7's.
1 WEARY souls, that wander wide W
From the central point of bliss,
2. DESCRIBING THE GOODNESS OF GOD. HYMN 22. C. M. EHOLD Saviour of mankind
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Fly to those dear wounds of his:[ of God.¹ BNail'd to the shameful tree!
Sink into the purple flood: Rise into the life 2 Find in Christ the way of peace,
Peace unspeakable, unknown: By his pain he gives you ease,
Life by his expiring groan:[ all in all. Rise, exalted by his fall; Find in Christ your 3 0 believe the record true,
THE GOODNESS OF GOD.
God to you his Son hath given! Ye may now be happy too;
Find on earth the life of heaven:
4 This the universal bliss,
3' Tis done! the precious ransom's paid; " Receive my soul," he cries:
See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies!
Live the life of heaven above, All the life of 4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain,
glorious love.
And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God! was ever pain, Was ever love like thine?
Bliss for every soul design'd;
God's original promise this,
God's great gift to all mankind; Blest in Christ this moment be! Blest to all
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eternity!
HYMN 21.
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VE simple souls that stray
Far from the path of peace, ( That lonely, unfrequented way To life and happiness,) Why will ye folly love,
And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God?
2 Madness and misery
Ye count our life beneath, And nothing great or good can see, Or glorious in our death: As only born to grieve, Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contémn'd we live, And unlamented die.
3 So wretched and obscure,
The men whom ye despise,
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6 With him we walk in white; We in nis image shine; Our robes are robes of glorious light, Our righteousness divine: On all the kings of earth
With pity we look down;
And claím, in virtue of our birth, A never- fading crown.
So foolish, impotent, and poor ,Above your scorn we rise: We, through the Holy Ghost, Can witness better things; For He, whose blood is all our boast, Hath made us Priests and Kings.
4 Riches unsearchable
In Jesu's love we know; And pleasures, springing from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow,
The Spirit we receive
Of wisdom, grace, and power; And always sorrowful we live,
Rejoicing evermore.
5 Angels our servants are,
How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee!
They all our steps attend, And God himself our Father is, And Jesus is our Friend.
2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend;
The temple's veil in sûnder breaks; The solid marbles rend.
HYMN 23. L. M. XTENDED on a cursed tree,[ blood, EXTU Besmear'd with dust, and sweat, and See there, the King of Glory see!
Sinks and expires the Son of God!
2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound?
No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found.
3 I, I alone, have done the deed!
" Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee, Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fix'd the thorn.
4 The burden, for me to sustain
Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth,
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.
6 My Saviour, how shall I proclaim, How pay, the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,
Ceaseless to all thy glory show. 7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee; Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be! The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God; And love, with softest pity join'd,
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For those that trample on thy blood! 9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest. HYMN 24.
PART I.
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And keep in all our ways;
And in their watchful hands they bear 1 VE that pass by, behold the Man!
The sacred sons of grace:
The Man of Griefs, condemn'd for you.
Unto that heavenly bliss
The Lamb of God, for sinners slain, Weeping to Calvary pursue.
2 See! how his back the scourges tear, While to the bloody pillar bound!