2 May we grow in pure affection, * HYMN 224. L. M. [#] 1 COME, let us join in sacred songs, 2 Under the law he came for us, And for our sins was made a curse; 3 The legal dispensation closed 4 He'll finish sin, and man restore; + HYMN 225. P. M. [#] Christ's Glories divine. 1 My gracious Redeemer I'll love, 2 To gaze on his glories divine 3 No sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain, Perfection of glory reigns there. 4 This soul and this body shall shine 'HYMN 226. L. M. [#] Cloud and Pillar of Fire. 1 LONG as the darkening cloud abode, 2 Father of spirits, Light of light, Lift up the cloud, and rend the veil; Shine forth in fire, amid that night, Whose blackness makes the heart to fail. is given; 3 "Tis done! to Christ the power And oped the gate of endless day. 4 Nor shall those mists, that brood o'er time, 5 Adoring nations hail the dawn, All kingdoms bless the noontide beam, And light, unfolding life's full morn, Is vast creation's deathless theme. HYMN 227. C. M. [#] Christ Precious. 1 JESUS, I love thy charming name; My tongue would sing thy praise so loud 2 All my capacious powers can wish 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, The cordial of its care. 4 I'll speak the honours of thy name And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,— HYMN 228. C. M. [#] Christ and Aaron. 1 IN Christ, the Lord, our eyes behold 2 Once in the circuit of a year, 3 But Jesus, by his precious blood, 4 The King of glory, now, he reigns, Looks like the Lamb that once was slain, 5 Our Intercessor's lofty praise Our hearts would now proclaim, And, through the remnant of our days, Obey, and laud his name. HYMN 229. S. M. [#] Grace and Love of Christ. 1 0 THE transcendent love A sinless Saviour shows! For enemies his bowels move, 2 Jesus invited near The vilest of our race: He bids the greatest sinner hear 3 Let Pharisees exclaim, And all this grace despise, But we will love the Saviour's name ; "Tis wondrous in our eyes. 4 Yes, to life's utmost end, Thy sovereign grace we'll show, And own thee for the sinner's Friend, And sin's eternal Foe. "HYMN 230. H. M. [#] The Fountain. 1 Hail, everlasting Spring! Still they endure, And still they flow, A sovereign cure. 2 Blest be his wounded side, Shall make us clean From every sin, And fit for God. |