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6 Hither, then, your music bring,

Strike aloud each joyful string,
Mortals, join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

398. Jesus Christ a true Friend. Prov. xvii. 24.

(P. M.)
1 ONE there is above all others,

Well deserves the name of FRIEND:
His is love beyond a brother's,
Costly, free, and knows no end :

They who once his kindness prove,

Find it everlasting love.
2 Which of all our friends to save us,

Could, or would have shed their blood !
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God :

This was boundless love indeed !

Jesus is a friend in need.
3 When he liv'd on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was his name;
Now, above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same;

Still he calls them brethren, friends,

And to all their wants attends.
4 Oh! for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love ;
We alas ! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above:

But when home our souls are brought,
We will love thee as we ought,


399. The Dying Love of Christ. (P. M.)

MY Lord, I've often mused

On thy wond'rous love to me;
How I have the same abused,

Slighted, disregarded thee!
To thy church and thee a stranger,

Pleas'd with what displeased thee:
Lost, yet could perceive no danger;

Wounded, yet no wound could see. 2 But unwearied Thou pursu'dst me,

Still thy calls repeated came;
Till on Calv'ry's mount I view'd thee,

Bearing my reproach and blame ;
Then o’erwhelm’d with shame and sorrow,

Whilst I view each pierced limb,
Tears bedew the scourges furrow,

Mingling with the purple stream. 3 I no more at Mary wonder,

Dropping tears upon the grave; Earnest asking all around her,

Where is be who dy'd to save? Dying love her heart attracted;

Soon she felt bis rising pow'r; He, who Mary thus affected,

Bids his mourners weep no more. 10.

Divine Love. (P. M.) 1 O

LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! A

When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee!
I thirst, and faint, and die to prove,
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.

2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable;

The first born sons of light,
Desire in vain its depth to see,
They cannot reach the mystery,

The length, and breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God;
O that it now were shed abroad

In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine :
This only portion, Lord, be mine,

Be mine this better part.
4 O that I could for ever sit,
With Mary at the master's feet;

Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heav'n on earth be this,

To hear the Saviour's voice.

5 O that I could, with favor'd John,
Recline my weary head upon

The dear Redeemer's breast!
From care, and sin, and sorrow free,
Give me, O Lord, to find in thee

My everlasting rest.


The same. (P. M.) 1L

OVE divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heav'n to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown:


Jesus ! thou art all compassion,
Pure unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart !
2 Breathe! O breathe thy loving spirit,

Into ev'ry troubled breast !
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd rest :
Take away the pow'r of sinning,
Alpba and Omega be,
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

3 Come! Almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive!
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave!
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thine hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy precious love.
4 Finish then thy new creation,

Pure, unspotted may we be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restor'd by thee!
Chang'd from glory into glory,
Till in heav'n we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

102. The Sinner's only Plea. (C. M.) 1 HOLY

OLY and just, and righteous God,

Before thy face we fall :
We dread thy sin-avenging rod,

But still for mercy call.
2 Mercy divine through Jesu's love,

Reveal'd the wond'rous plan ;
And justice joins the work t'approve,

Which saves rebellious man.
3 In Christ we full redemption crave,

Through his atoning blood;
And endless praises Christ shall have,

Who brings us near to God.
4 Justice and law are magnified,

And all is peace and love;
For sinners vile the Saviour died,

And we shall reign above. 403. Jesus wepthe died-see how he loved us.

John ii. 15. (L. M.) 1 a

O fair a face, bedew'd with tears!

What beauty e'en in grief appears ! He wept,- he bled, -he died for you ;

What more, ye saints, could Jesus do ?' 2 Enthron’d above, with equal glow

His warm affections downward flow;
In our distress he bears a part,

And feels a sympathetic smart,
3 Still his compassions are the same,

He knows the frailty of our frame;
Our heaviest burthens he sustains,
Shares in our sorrows and our pains.

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