4 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, With all the ransomed throng I dwell, My raptured song shall ever be,
"God has been merciful to me!"
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
Before the throne my Surety stands; My name is written on His hands. 2 The bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary, Now pour effectual prayers, And strongly speak for me: "Forgive him, oh forgive," they cry, "Nor let that ransomed sinner die." 3 The Father hears Him pray, The dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away
The pleading of His Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God.
4 To God I'm reconciled ;
His pardoning voice I hear; He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear:
With filial trust I now draw nigh, And "Father, Abba Father," cry.
I ARISE, ye saints, arise!
The Lord our Leader is;
The foe before His banner flies, And victory is His.
2 We follow Thee, our Guide, Our Saviour, and our King! We follow Thee, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal spring.
3 We soon shall see the day
When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace.
4 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light;
"Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall end in sight.
5 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more; And ever with our Leader rest On yonder peaceful shore.
I BEGONE, unbelief, my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear;
By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform, With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm. 2 Though dark be my way, since He is my guide, "Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide ;
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail, The word He has spoken shall surely prevail.
3 His love in time past forbids me to think He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink; Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review,
Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through. 4 Since all that I meet shall work for my good, The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long, And then, oh, how pleasant the conqueror's song! 355
I BENEATH Thy wing, O God, I rest, Under Thy shadow safely lie,
By Thine own strength in peace possest, While dreaded evils pass me by.
2 With strong desire I here can stay To see Thy love its work complete ; Here can I wait a long delay, Reposing at my Saviour's feet. 3 My place of lowly service too, Beneath that sheltering wing I see; For all the work I have to do
Is done through strengthening trust in Thee. 4 In faith and patience is repose,
In faith and rest my strength shall be ; And, when Thy joy the Church o'erflows, I know that it will visit me.
I DAY by day the manna fell,
O to learn this lesson well! Still by constant mercy fed, Give me, Lord, my daily bread. 2 Day by day, the promise reads, Daily strength for daily needs: Cast foreboding fears away, Take the manna of to-day.
3 Lord! my times are in Thy hand; All my sanguine hopes have planned; To Thy wisdom I resign,
And would make that promise mine. 4 Thou my daily task shalt give, Day by day to Thee I live; So shall added years fulfil, Not my own,-my Father's will. 5 O to live with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude: Strong in faith, exempt from care, By the energy of prayer!
I I BLESS the Christ of God,
I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Saviour mine.
2 His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom.
3 I praise the God of peace;
I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy, my light.
4 In Him is only good,
In me is only ill;
My ill but draws His goodness forth, And me He loveth still.
5 'Tis He who saveth me, And freely pardon gives:
I love because He loveth me; I live because He lives.
6 My life with Him is hid,
My death has passed away, My clouds have melted into light, My midnight into day.
I I COULD not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost!
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost: Thy righteousness, Thy pardon, Thy precious blood must be My only hope and comfort, My glory and my plea!
2 I could not do without Thee! I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness, No wisdom of my own; But Thou, beloved Saviour, Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power If leaning hard on Thee.
3 I could not do without Thee, O Jesus, Saviour dear! E'en when my eyes are holden, I know that Thou art near; How dreary and how lonely This changeful life would be Without the sweet communion, The secret rest with Thee!
4 I could not do without Thee, For years are fleeting fast, And soon in solemn loneness The river must be passed; But Thou wilt never leave me, And though the waves roll high, I know Thou wilt be near me, And whisper, "It is I."
I I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God, He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load:
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot remains!
2 I lay my wants on Jesus, All fulness dwells in Him; He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem; I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares, He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares.
3 I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child!
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