Our Priest abides, and pleads the cause Of us, who have transgress'd his laws.

5

I other priests disclaim,

And laws, and off'rings too;
None but the bleeding Lamb
The mighty work can do :

He shall have all the praise, for he
Hath lov'd, and liv'd, and dy'd, for me.

HYMN 165. C. M.

WITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2

Touch'd with a sympathy within,

He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.

3

But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh.
What ev'ry member bears.

5

He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6

Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his pow'r,
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.

HYMN 166.

THE Father's great decree

In Christ is now fulfill'd;
In spirit there we see

All things are reconcil'd

P. M.

And made conformable to God, Wash'd from all filth in Jesus' blood.

2

New heav'ns and earth we spy
With hearts of God inspir'd,
Which ancient prophecy

Foretold, and saints desir'd :

That Jesus is this grace, is true, Where old things cease, and all is new.

New nature, pure, divine,
New testament and plan,
New glories on us shine,

In Christ the heav'nly man;

Our old man he was crucified
And lost from us when Jesus died.

4

'Tis done! We're made anew,

And our intelligence
Receives the record true;

In spirit we commence

That perfect man, who did proclaim
The First and Last, to be his name.

HYMN 167. P. M.

My Redeemer, let me be
Quite happy at thy feet;
Still to know myself and thee,
Be this my bitter sweet :
Look upon my infant state,

And with a father's yearning bless :
Don't thy ransom'd child forget,
Nor leave me in distress.

2

I have foolishly abus'd

My Saviour's bleeding love; All thy gifts, my God, misus'd, When by temptation drove : Justly I deserve to be

Forsaken by my Lord and God; Yet shall justice plead for me,

For whom thou shedd'st thy blood.

3

Thy bless'd smiles, my gracious Lord,
Shall cheer my drooping heart;
I'm instructed in thy word

That thou unchanging art :
Draw me to the depth profound

Of all thy sorrows, blood and sweat, Passing on, through ev'ry wound, Unto thy mercy seat:

4

There, reclining on thy breast,

Th' eternal Sabbath find;

Próving in thee perfect rest

To my poor labʼring mind! Waiting till the Lord I see,

And be like him for ever pure ;

At the heav'nly jubilee

This bliss to me is sure.

HYMN 168. S. M.

FROM precept and demand,

Free from all sin and fear, Our sonship shall in Jesus stand, Without our toil or care.

2

None but the Son, so bless'd, Can God as Father own; Until we are the Son confess'd, The Father is unknown.

3

O the amazing grace
We have in Jesus seen!
The glory of the Father's face,
Without a veil between.

4

Now, perfected in God,

His richest grace we prove ; The way to which is Jesus' blood, The proof supreme of love.

HYMN 169. P. M.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

2

When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

4

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

HYMN 170. P. M.

PART FIRST.

JESUS, the Father's richest grace,

Anointed to behold his face,

As all the church in one;
The holy promis'd Shiloh, he,

In whom the bride should gather'd be,
As one beloved Son.

2

He, kept us in his Father's name,
Through all this world of sin and shame,
So that there's missing none :
Though torn his side, his hands, and feet,
His body's still preserv'd complete,
Without a broken bone.

3

He kept us in the dreadful hour,
The Father's name his love and pow'r
Preserv'd the souls he gave :