3 Raise to the cross thy weeping eyes;
Behold the prince of glory dies;
He dies, extended on the tree,

Thence shed a sovereign balm for me.
4 Dear Saviour, at thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure or die!

But grace forbids that painful fear→→→
Infinite grace, which triumphs here!
5 Dear Lord, extract the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal my broken heart;
With blooming health my face adorn,
And change my gloomy night to morn.
6 Expand, my soul! with holy joy;
Hosannas be thy blest employ;
Salvation thy eternal theme,
And swell the song with Jesu's name.
59. C. M. Needham.

Brazen Serpent....Num. xxi. 3. 9...John iii. 14.
1 WHEN Israel's sons, a murm'ring race,
Despis'd their heavenly bread,
God bade his fi'ry serpents fly

To strike the rebels dead.

2 Swift, like an arrow, through the air,
The baleful reptiles fly;

The rebels feel the deadly wound,
And groan, and gasp, and die.

3 A part still live; but O, what looks!
What agonizing pain!
The fatal darts stick fast within,
And human help is vain.

4 Now Moses feels his Israel's griefs,
To God for them he prays;

A brazen serpent he's to make,
And on a pole to raise.

5 How strange the means! but in his hand The remedy how sure!

Not one that view'd the healing brass
But found immediate cure!

6 Thus Jesus on the sacred cross
Is lifted up on high;
Sinners, now look to him by faith,
And you shall never die.

60. S. M. Hoskins.

Bread of Life....John vi. 51.

1 BEHOLD the gift of God!
Sinners, adore his name,

Who shed for us his precious blood...
Who bore cur curse and shame.

2 Behold the living bread

Which Jesus came to give,
By dying in the sinner's stead
That he might ever live.
3 Behold the Saviour's love,
Who gives his flesh to cat;
Never did angels taste above
Provision half so sweet.

4 The Lord delights to give;

He knows you've nought to buy:
To Jesus haste; this bread receive,
And you shall never die.

61. L. M. Medley.

Breaker....Micah ii. xiii.

1 SING the dear Saviour's glorious fame,
Who bears the Breaker's wond'rous name
Sweet name! and it becomes him well,
Who breaks down sin, guilt, death and hell.

2 A mighty Breaker sure is he;

He broke my chains and set me free;
A gracious Breaker to my soul;

He breaks, and O, he makes me whole! 3 He breaks thro' ev'ry gloomy cloud, Which can my soul with darkness shroud; He breaks the bars of ev'ry snare, Which hellish foes for me prepare: 4 He breaks the gates of harden'd brass, To bring his faithful word to pass; And tho' with pond'rous iron barr'd, The Breaker's love they can't retard. 5 Great Breaker, O, thy love impart! Daily to break my stony heart; O, break it Lord, and enter in, And break, O, break the power of sin! 62. L. M. Faucelt. Bridegroom....Isaiah liv. 5.

1 JESUS, the heavenly Bridegroom, gave
His life my wretched soul to save :
Resolv'd to make his mercy known,
He kindly claims me for his own.
2 Rebellious I against him strove
Till melted and constrain'd by love;
With sin and self I freely part,

The heavenly Bridegroom wias my heart.
3 My guilt, my wretchedness he knows,
Yet takes and owns me for his spouse;
My debts he pays and sets me free,
And makes his riches o'er to me.

4 My filthy rags are laid aside;
He clothes me as becomes his bride;
Himself bestows my wedding dress,
The robe of perfect righteousness.

5 Lost in astonishment, I see,
Jesus, thy boundless love to me;
With angels, I thy grace adore,

And long to love and praise thee more.
6 Since thou wilt take me for thy bride,
O keep me Saviour, near thy side!
I fain would give thee all my heart,
Nor ever from my Lord depart.
63. C. M. Medley.
Builder....Zech. vi. 13.

1 JESUS, how bright his glory shines
In all his works above;

On earth his kind and wise designs
His church and people love.

2 He plans the temple of the Lord,
And all the building rears;
And be his holy name adored;
He all the glory bears.

3 The vast materials all he forms,
Nor love nor pow'r he spares;

He guards the building from all harms,
And all the glory bears.

4 In this blest building may my soul
A living stone appear;
And he, the builder of the whole,
Shall all thy glory bear.

5 No, not a stone shall be remov❜d,
Which his dear hand has laid;
Throughout the whole his glory's show'd,
And all his grace display'd.

When he the topmast stone shall bring

To heaven to see him there,

We shall the builder's praises sing,
And he the glory bear.

64. L. M. Medley.
Comforter....John xiv. 18.

1 COME, ye who know the Saviour's love,
And his indulgent mercies prove:
In cheerful songs his praise express,
For he'll not leave you comfortless.
2 He ever acts the Saviour's part,
With strong compassions in his heart;
The least and weakest saint he'll bless,
Nor will he leave him comfortless.
3 IIis wisdom, goodness, pow'r and care,
They largely, sweetly, daily share;
He will their ev'ry fear suppress,
Nor will he leave them comfortless.
4 While they are sojourners below,
And travel thro' this world of wo,
In storms and floods of deep distress,
He will not leave them comfortless.
5 So when they pass death's gloomy vale,
And flesh and mortal powers fail,
Their dying lips shall then confess,
He does not leave them comfortless.
6 When they at last shall meet above,
In the blest world of joy and love,
Their raptur'd songs will then express,
He has not left them comfortless.

[7 Thanks to thy name, our dearest Lord,
For ev'ry promise in thy word;
But, O, with this our hearts impress,
I will not leave you comfortless.]