And endless praise to thee be given,
By all thy church in earth and heaven.

98

The Good Shepherd.

Psa. xxiii.

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1 THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when

opprest.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since thou art my guardian no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;

With perfume and oil, thou anointest my head;

O, what shall I ask of thy Providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,

Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above: I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.

99

"The Lord our Righteousness."

L. M.

1 JESUS,thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
'Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 When from the dust of earth I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies;
E'en then shall this be all my plea,
"Jesus hath lived and died for me."

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

For me,

4 This spotless robe the same appears
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.

5 0, let the dead now hear thy voice,
Now bid thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness!

1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean,

In water of the driven snow,

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My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and woe. 2 The Spirit, in his power divine,

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, Expose the foulness of its sin,

And show the vileness of its worth.

3 Ah, not like erring man is God,

That men to answer him should dare; Condemned, and into silence awed, They helpless stand before his bar.

4. There must a Mediator plead,

Who God and man may both embrace, With God for man to intercede,

And offer man the purchased grace.

5 And lo, the Son of God is slain,

To be this Mediator crowned:
In him, my soul, be cleansed from stain,
In him thy righteousness be found.

1 LORD Jesus, who our souls to save,
Did'st rest and slumber in the grave,
Now grant us all in thee to rest,
And here to live as seems thee best.

2 Give us the strength, the dauntless faith,
That thou hast purchased with thy death,

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And lead us to that glorious place,
Where we shall see the Father's face.

30 Lamb of God, who once wast slain,
We thank thee for that bitter pain:
Let us partake thy death, that we
May enter into life with thee.

102

The Living Stone.

H. M.

1 Pet. ii. 4, 5.

1 WITH ecstasy of joy

Extol his glorious name,

Who raised the spacious earth,
And raised our ruined frame;

He built the church

Who built the sky,
Shout and exalt

His honours high.

2 See the foundation laid

By power and love divine;
Jesus, his first-born Son,

How bright his glories shine!
How he descends!

In dust he lies,

That from his tomb
A church might rise.

3 But he for ever lives,
Nor for himself alone;

Each saint new light derives
From this mysterious stone;
His influence darts

Through every soul,

And in one house

Unites the whole.

4 To him with joy we move;
In him cemented stand;
The living temple grows,
And owns the Founder's hand;
That structure, Lord,

Still higher raise,

Louder to sound

Its Builder's praise.

5 Descend and shed abroad
The tokens of thy grace,
And with more radiant beams

Let glory fill the place;

Our joyful souls

Shall prostrate fall,

And own, our God

Is all in all.

103 "The Same yesterday, to-day, and for ever."

Heb. xiii. 8.

1 WITH transport, Lord, our souls proclaim The immortal honours of thy name:

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