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Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

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Jesus. 1 Pet. ii. 7.

Salem.

1 BLESS'D Jesus! when my soaring thoughts O'er all thy graces rove,

How is my soul with transport lost
In wonder, joy, and love!

2 Where'er I look, my wond'ring eyes
Unnumbered blessings see;
But what is life, with all its bliss,
If once compared with thee?

3 Hast thou a rival in my breast?
Search, Lord, for thou canst tell
If aught can raise my passions thus,
Or please my soul so well.

4 No, thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joy;

For ever let thy boundless grace,
My sweetest thoughts employ.

Tappan.

39. L. M.

Gethsemane. Luke xxii. 44.

Windham.

1 'TIS midnight-and on Olive's brow
The star is dimm'd that lately shone;

"Tis midnight-in the garden now
The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight-and from all removed
Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears;
E'en the disciple that he loved

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.
3 'Tis midnight-and for others' guilt
The man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by his God.

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 wo.

40. P. M. Prospect Street.

The Atonement.

1 SAW ye my Saviour-Saw ye my Saviour, Saw ye my Saviour and God?

O! he died on Calvary,

To atone for you and me,

And to purchase our pardon with blood.

2 He was extended-He was extended,
Painfully nailed to the cross;

Here he bowed his head and died,
Thus my Lord was crucified,

To atone for a world that was lost.

3 When it was finished-When it was finished, And the atonement was made,

He was taken by the great,
And embalmed with spices sweet,
And was in a new sepulchre laid.

4 Hail mighty Saviour-Hail mighty Saviour,
Prince, and the Author of peace;

O! he burst the bars of death,
And, triumphant from the earth,

He ascended to mansions of bliss.

5 There interceding-There interceding, Pleading that sinners may live, Crying, "Father, I have died,

O behold my hands and side,

O forgive them, I pray thee forgive."

6 "I will forgive them-I will forgive them,
When they repent and believe,
Let them now return to thee,

And be reconciled to me,

And salvation they all shall receive."

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1 I love the holy Son of God,
Who once this vale of sorrow trod,
Who bore my sins, a dreadful load,
Up Calvary's gloomy mountain:
There on the cross the Saviour hung,
The sport of many an impious tongue,
While pain extreme his nature wrung,
And flowed life's crimson fountain."

Auburn.

2 The sun would not behold the scene,
But round him threw night's sable screen;
Nature was robed in mourning mien,
And sighed when Jesus suffered.
But ah! his persecutors stood,
Reviling Christ the Son of God,
Unmoved to see his gushing blood,
And shocking insults offered.

3 O! why did not his fury burn,
And floods of vengeance on them turn?

Amazing! see, his bowels yearn
In soft compassion on them.
No fury kindles in his eyes,

They beam with love-and when he dies,
"Father, forgive," the Sufferer cries,

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They know not"-O forgive them.

4 How ardent ought my love to be
To Him who's done so much for me;
My constant service, faithful, free-
And all my powers employing.
I should my cross with pleasure bear,
And place my all of glorying there,
In his reproach most gladly share,
In tribulation joying.

5 And never shall it be concealed,
He hath to me his love revealed,
Of all my sins a pardon sealed-
I feel his blessed favor.

In him I do and will rejoice;
I'll praise him with a cheerful voice,
Until the theme my tongue employs
In heaven above, forever.

42. P. M.

The sufferings of Christ.

Ganges.

1 THROUGHOUT our Saviour's life we trace
Nothing but shame and deep disgrace,
No period else was seen,
Till he the spotless victim fell,
Tasting in soul a painful hell,

Caused by the creature's sin.

2 On the cold ground methinks I see My Jesus kneel and pray for me; O let me him adore;

Seized with a chilly sweat throughout,

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Ir dies with angust or the Tree:
What tongue his one can tel
The sundering rocks ther heads rechine,
The morning sun reinser to shine,
When the Redeemer teli

Shout brethren shout with songs dyme,
I drank the cal. to give us WIDE,
To quench our parching this:
berapi, advance our voices tucher,
Bride of the Lamb, unite the cho
To praise your precious Christ.

43. L. M.

E. F. Smith.

Gethsemans.

Gethsemane

Luke xxii. 44.

1 BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow

Benoid the suffering Saviour go

To sat Gethsemane :

His countenance is all divine,
Yet gel appears in every line

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