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4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake ;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.

5 Ah! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?

None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

1 CAN sinners hope for heaven,

Who love this world so well?
Or dream of future happiness,
While on the road to hell?

2 Shall they hosannas sing,

With an unhallowed tongue?
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand
Which does its neighbor wrong?

3 Can sin's deceitful way

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Conduct to Zion's hill?

Or those expect with God to reign
Who disregard his will?

4 Thy grace, O God, alone,

Good hope can e'er afford!

The pardoned and the pure shall see
The glory of the Lord.

1 How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise!

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

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3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways:
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

4 The powers of hell agree

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To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

5 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God,

Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

1 GOD's holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair;
Burdened with guilt, with grief oppressed,
We find no comfort there.

2 Not all our groans and tears,

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Nor works which we have done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can e'er for sin atone.

3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood:

'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,
And reconciles to God.

Matt. 15: 19.

1 ASTONISHED and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within;

My heart with heavy guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there!

Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear!

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3 Almighty King of saints!

These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And all my powers renew.

Rom. 2: 4.

1 Is this the kind return,

Are these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,

Whence all our blessings flow?

2 To what a stubborn frame,

Has sin reduced our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 Turn, turn us, mighty God,

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And mould our souls afresh;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.

1 How shall the sons of men appear,
Great God! before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal Mind?
2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Not infant blood, profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.

3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone,
Hath sovereign virtue to atone :
Here will we rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God! to thec.

Rom. 1 16.

1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his woe?

Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?

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2 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh!
'Tis there the power and glory dwell,
That save rebellious souls from hell.
3 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

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John 10:11.

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1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!

3 How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

4 But God shall raise his head

O'er all the sons of men,

And make him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.

1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and-oh, amazing love!—
He ran to our relief.

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3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels! assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But, when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.

Zech. 14; 8.

1 SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow;
God has opened there a fountain,
That supplies the world below;
They are blesséd

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Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way:
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,
Waking beauty from decay,
0 ye nations!

Hail the long-expected day.

3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,
All-enriching as it goes,

Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose;
Lo! the desert

Sings for joy where'er it flows.

power of God supreme

Be everlasting honors given;

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He saves from hell,-we bless his name,-
He guides our wandering feet to heaven.