Zech. 9: 12.

241.
1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds

Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word: "Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief:

I would believe thy promise, Lord:
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Saviour and my All.

God revealed in the Atonement.

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1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise! [signs,
Known through the earth by thousand
By thousand through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

3 But when we view thy strange design To save rebellious worms,

Nothing, O Saviour! but thy blood,
Can bring us near the throne.
But thine illustrious sacrifice

Hath answered all demands;

And peace and pardon from the skies
Are offered by thy hands.

3 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord!
'Tis on thy cross we rest:
Forever be thy love adored,
Thy name forever blessed.

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power

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5 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath sufficient to atone : Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 245. Matt. 7: 13, 14. 1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land.

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord! let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new: Which hypocrites could ne'er attain; Which false apostates never knew.

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Psalm 73.

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1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I
To mourn and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked, placed on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine!

2

3

But oh, their end, their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:

On slippery rocks, I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below..
Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony.

Are but a prelude to their plagues.

4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine

Too dear to purchase with my blood: Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God!

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Doxology. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.