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146 COMMUNION C. M.

STEPHEN JENKS

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1. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my

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147 OLIVES' BROW L. M.

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WILLIAM B. BRADBURY

1. 'Tis midnight; and on Olives' brow The star is dimmed that lately shone:

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'Tis midnight; in the gar den now, The suffering Saviour prays a lone.

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2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;

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Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God.

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4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.

WILLIAM B. TAPPAN

LOWELL MASON

1. Jesus, thy blood and right - eous-ness

My beau- ty are, my glo- rious dress;

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'Midst flaming worlds, in these ar - rayed, With joy shall I lift up my head. A-MEN.

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

3 The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,

Who from the Father's bosom came,
Who died for me, e'en me to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.

4 Lord, I believe thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,
For me, e'en for my soul, was shed.

5 Lord, I believe were sinners more Than sands upon the ocean shore, Thou hast for all a ransom paid, For all a full atonement made. NICOLAUS L. ZINZENDORF. Tr. by JOHN WESLEY

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