3 The Holy Ghost, revealing
Thy love, hath made us blest ;
Thy stripes have given us healing;
Upon thy love we rest.
4 In thee the Father sees us
Accepted and complete;
The blood from sin which frees us
For glory inakes us meet.
202 ROM. VIII. 1.-" There is now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus.”
1 No condemnation! O my soul,
'Tis God that speaks the word;
Perfect in comeliness art thou,
In Christ thy glorious Lord.
2 In heaven His blood for ever speaks
In God the Father's ear;
His Church, the jewels, on His heart
Jesus will ever bear.
3 No condemnation! precious word!
Consider it, my soul,
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made me whole.
4 Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes
On Christ the spotless Lamb,
So shall we love Thy gracious will,
And glorify thy name.
203 ROM. VIII. 22.-" The whole creation groan
eth and travaileth in pain together un
1 0 WHAT a bright and blessed world
This groaning earth of ours will be,
When from its throne the tempter hurl'd,
Shall leave it all, O Lord, to Thee!
2 O blessed Lord! with weeping eyes,
That blissful hour we wait to see;
While every worm or leaf that dies'
Tells of the curse and calls for Thee.
3 Come, Saviour, then, o'er all below
Shine brightly from Thy throne above;
Bid heaven and earth Thy glory know,
And all creation feel Thy love.
204 ROM. VIII. 28.- We know that all things work together for good to them that
1 WHEN heaves with sighs my anxious breast,
In doubt if grace have made me free,
A still small voice yet whispers rest,-
And this is happiness for me!
2 When earth and hell, and this vile heart,
To wound, destroy my soul agree,
Through grace I act the conqueror's part,—
And this is happiness for me!
3 Wounded, perplex'd, hardly bestead,
While from temptation's force I flee,
God in the battle shields my head,-
And this is happiness for me!
4 When the cold damps of death bedew
This body wrung with agony,
Christ shall my fainting soul renew,-
This will be happiness for me.
205 ROM. VIII. 31.-" If God be for us, who can be against us?"
1 Is God for me, what is it
That man can do to me?
Oft as my God I visit,
All woes give way and flee.
2 If God be my salvation,
My refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation
Can shake my stedfast peace?
3 The ground of my profession
Is Jesus and His blood,
Which gives me the possession
Of everlasting good.
4 In me and in my doing
Is nothing on this earth,
What Jesus is bestowing
Alone is truly worth.
5 My Jesus and His merit
Is all for which I care;
Were He not with my spirit,
Ah, I should soon despair.
6 I know no condemnation,
No law that speaks despair,
And Satan's accusation
I cast into the air.
7 For me there is provided
A city fair and new,
To it I shall be guided,-
Jerusalem the true!
8 My portion there is lying,
A destined Canaan-lot;
Tho' I am daily dying,
My Canaan withers not.
9 My heart within me leapeth,
And cannot down be cast,
In sunshine bright it keepeth
A never-ending feast.
10 The sun that smiling lights me,
Is Jesus Christ alone;
And what to sing invites me,
Is heaven on earth begun.
206 ROM. VIII. 34.-"Who is he that con
1 I REST in Christ the Son of God,
Who took the servant's form;
By faith I flee to Jesus' cross,
My covert from the storm.
2 At peace with God, no ills I dread,
The cup of blessing mine;
The Lord is risen! his precious blood
Is new and living wine.
3 Jesus put all my sins away,
When bruis'd to make me whole;
Who shall accuse, or who condemn,
My blameless ransom'd soul.
40 thou destroyer, see the blood
That makes the guilty clean;
No prey of thine, the soul on which
This token once is seen.
207 ROM. VIII. 35.-"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?"
1 LORD of our hearts, beloved of Thee,
Weary of earth, we sigh to rest,
Supremely happy, safe and free,
For ever on Thy tender breast:
To see Thee, love Thee, feel Thee, near,
Nor dread, as now, Thy transient stay,
To dwell beyond the reach of fear,
Lest joy should wane, or pass away.
2 Children of hope, beloved Lord!
In Thee we live, we glory now,
Our joy, our rest, our great reward,
Our diadem of beauty Thou!
And when exalted, Lord, with Thee,
Thy royal throne at last we share,
To everlasting, Thou shalt be
Our diadem, our glory, there.
208 ROM. XIII. 11.-" Now it is high time to awake out of sleep."
1 BRIDE of the Lamb! awake, awake!
Why sleep for sorrow now?
The hope of glory, Christ is thine,
A child of glory thou.
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