Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere the hour of doom appears.

Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.

By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,

By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,

Let us not Thy love forego.

Judge and Saviour of our race,
When we see Thee face to face,
Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place.

Amen.

"In Whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins."

67 WEARY of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look at heaven and long to enter in,
But there no evil thing may find a home:
And yet I hear a voice that bids me Come."

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So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?

Before the whiteness of that Throne appear ?
Yet there are Hands stretched out to draw me

near.

The while I fain would tread the heavenly

way,

Evil is ever with me, day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,

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Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all."

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,

His are the Hands stretched out to draw me

near,

And His the Blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the Throne.

"Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,

And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.

Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord: Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden

crown,

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Amen.

"Whom resist, steadfast in the faith."
68 CHRISTIAN, dost thou see them
On the holy ground,

How the troops of Midian
Prowl and prowl around?

Christian, up and smite them,
Counting gain but loss;

Smite them by the merit
Of the holy Cross.
Christian, dost thou feel them,
How they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring,
Goading into sin?

Christian, never tremble;
Never be down-cast;
Smite them by the virtue
Of the Lenten fast.

Christian, dost thou hear them,
How they speak thee fair?
"Always fast and vigil?
Always watch and prayer ?"
Christian, answer boldly,
"While I breathe I pray :"
Peace shall follow battle,
Night shall end in day.

"Well I know thy trouble,
O My servant true;
Thou art very weary,
I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee

Some day all Mine own,

And the end of sorrow

Shall be near My Throne." Amen.

"Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise."

72 ALL glory, laud, and honour,
To Thee, Redeemer, King!
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring.

Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.

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All glory, etc.

The company of angels

Are praising Thee on high;
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.

All glory, etc.

The people of the Hebrews

With palms before Thee went:
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.

All glory, etc.

To Thee before Thy Passion

They sang their hymns of praise:

To Thee, now high exalted,

Our melody we raise.

All glory, etc.

Thou didst accept their praises;

Accept the prayers we bring,

Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.

All glory, etc. Amen.

"The precious blood of Christ."

74 GLORY be to Jesus,

Who in bitter pains

Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins!
Grace and life eternal

In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion
Infinitely kind!

Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem!
Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the Blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.

Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts, rejoicing,
Make their glad reply.
Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder,

Praise the precious Blood. Amen.