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O Lamb of God, I come.

UST as I am, without one plea,

JUST

But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,-
O Lamb of God, I come!

2 Just as I am,—and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot ;

P.M.

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,—
O Lamb of God, I come!

3 Just as I am, --though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within, and foes without,-

O Lamb of God, I come!

4 Just as I am,-poor, wretched, blind: Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

5 Just as I am,--Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!
6 Just as I am,-thy love, I own,
Has broken every barrier down:
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,—
O Lamb of God, I come!

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R

Rejoice in the Lord alway.”

EJOICE, the Lord is King;
Your Lord and King adore;
His glorious conquest sing;

And triumph evermore:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice; He bids his saints rejoice.

6.8.

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2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took his throne above:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice; He bids his saints rejoice.
3 His kingdom must prevail;

He rules o'er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell

Are to the Saviour given :
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice; He bids his saints rejoice.

4 Rejoice in glorious hope;

1

Jesus, the Judge shall come,

And take his servants up

To their eternal home:

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice;
Rejoice; He bids his saints rejoice.

MAY

The communion of saints.

AY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,

With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above.

2 Thus may we abide in union

1

With each other and the Lord;
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

"My times are in thy hand."
UR times are in thy hand;
O God! we wish them there;
Our life, our souls, our all, we leave
Entirely to thy care.

8.7.

S.M.

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2 Our times are in thy hand,
Whatever they may be,—
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright,
As best may seem to Thee.

3 Our times are in thy hand;
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

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4 Our times are in thy hand,-
Jesus, the crucified:

The hand our many sins have pierced,
Is now our guard and guide.

5 Our times are in thy hand:
We'll always trust in Thee,
Till we possess the promised land,
And all thy glory see.

The majesty and glory of Christ.

row to Him who loved us, gave us

N Every pledge that love could give,

Freely shed his blood to save us,
Gave his life that we might live,
Be the kingdom,

L

And dominion,

And the glory, evermore.

The fullness of Christ.

ORD Jesus, on thy name alone,

P.M.

Thy saints shall meet before the throne; And only thus would we be found

Thy table ever to surround;

And nothing plead before our God,
Except thy righteousness and blood.

8s.

2 O precious Jesus! there's indeed
Enough in Thee to meet our need;
Enough in Thee to make us glad,-
O why should pardoned souls be sad?
Wide open is the door to God;
We enter boldly through thy blood.
3 Our present joy is knowing Thee;
Our future joy thy face to see:
But when our bliss is all complete,
We still shall worship at thy feet,
And nothing plead before our God,
But thine own righteousness and blood.

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Gethsemane.

LORD, we would follow Thee, in thought,

To that lone spot, so dark for Thee,
For us with light and gladness fraught,
Gethsemane!

2 Thy unknown anguish suffered there,
Thy sweat of blood, the wrath of God,-
All were endured that we might share
Thy bright abode.

3 And when that last sad morning came,
Following a night of agony,

When Thou, God's undefiled Lamb,
Wast led to die.

P.M.

4 What sounds, what sights, surrounded Him,
Whose praise tunes every harp in heaven!
No wonder contrite tears should dim
The record given.

5 What torture to a soul so pure,
Sin in its worst excess to see!

Yet this, all this didst Thou endure,
My God, for me.

6 What didst Thou suffer for my sake, When such a night, and morn, were thine!" Thou all the penalty didst take ;

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G

The guilt was mine.

Doxology.

LORY to the Father give,—

God in whom we move and live:
Children's prayers He deigns to hear,
Children's songs delight his ear.

2 Glory to the Son we bring;

Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King:
Now we raise our sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost:
Be this day a Pentecost:
May He all our minds inspire;
Touch our tongues with holy fire.

4 Glory, in the highest, be
To the blessed Trinity,

For the gospel from above,

For the word that "God is love."

The cross of Christ.

W of Him who died upon the cross;
E sing the praise of Him who died,—
The sinner's hope, whom men deride:

For whom we count the world but loss.

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see,
In shining letters, God is love:
He bears our sins upon the tree;
And brings us mercy from above.

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L.M.