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In CHRIST'S obedience clothe,
And wash me in his blood;
So shall I lift my head with joy
Among the sons of God.

My soul for refuge flies
To him that died for men,
Who gave himself a sacrifice
To take away my sin.

Do thou my sins subdue,
Thy sov'reign love make known;
The spirit of my mind renew,
And save me in thy SON.

Let me attest thy pow'r,
And all thy goodness prove,
Till my
full soul can hold no more
Of everlasting love.

510. Triumph over Death through Christ. 87-4.

I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction.--HOSEA xiii. 14.

GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH!
Pilgrim through this desert land;
I am weak but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand;
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open thou the living fountain, ma 77 & Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar wat 96T Lead ine all my journey through; Strong deliv'rer,


Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Triumphs give and consolation;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
4 Musing on my habitation,

Musing on my heav'nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longing;
Come, O JESUS, quickly come


Here vanity is all I see, (0) LORD, I long to be with thee. of 511. Victory over Death, C. M. S O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to GOD, which giveth us the victory through our LORD JESUS CHRIST. 1 Cor. xv. 55, &c. O FOR an overcoming faith 101 1

To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful powers!
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing,.
Where is thy victory, O grave?

And where, O death, thy sting?

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3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure,..... won Death has no sting beside; The law gives sin its damning power; But CHRIST, my ransom, died.

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4 Now to the Gop of victory.
Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conq'rors while we die,
Through CHRIST our living head.

512. Encouragement to the Dying Believer. 8-7.

Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. 1. COR. Xiii. 12.

HAPPY soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go.

2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Y Reaches out the crown of love.

3 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy LORD to reign,
4 Kept by his divine compassion
He receives thee to his breast;
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest!

5 There with him, who died to save thee,
Ever shalt thou reign above;
Praise him for the grace he gave thee;
Praise him for redeeming love!

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513. At the Death of u Believer. 7s. Double.

Thanks be to GOD, which giveth us the victory through our LORD JESUS CHRIST.-1. COR. XV. 57.

BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise, Pray we, gracious GOD, to thee: Thou, in thine abundant grace,

Givest us the victory;
True, and faithful to thy word,

Thou hast glorify'd thy Son;
He for us the fight hath won.
2 Lo! the pris'ner is releas'd,

Lighten'd of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,

He is gather'd in to GOD!
Lo! the pain of life is past,


All his warfare now is o'er
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suff'ring are no more.

3 Yes, the Christian's course is run,'
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallow'd up of life,

Borne by Angels far above,
Up to God the spirit flies;
Tastes the fulness of his love,
Rests with CHRIST in Paradise.

4 Join we then with one accord,

In the new, the joyful song;
Absent from our living LORD

We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay,

We a better lot shall share,
We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there.

514. At the Death of a Believer.

Blessed are the dead, which die in the LORD, from henceforth Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.REV. xiv. 13.

HARK, a voice! It sounds from heaven:
"Blessed are the dead who die
In the LORD." To them 'tis given
From a world of woe to fly!
They indeed are truly blest,
From their labour now they rest.

2 All their toils and conflicts over Lo! they dwell with CHRIST above: Q what glories they discover

In the SAVIOUR whom they love!

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