JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION.
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1 God of all power, and truth, and grace,
Which shall from age to age endure;
Whose word, when heaven and earth shall
Remains, and stands forever sure : [pass,
2 Calmlv to thee my soul looks up,
And waits thy promises to prove,
The object of my steadfast hope,
The seal of thv eternal love.
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3 That I thy mercy may proclaim,
That all mankind thy truth may see,
Hallow thy great and glorious name,
And perfect holiness in me.
4 Thy sanctifying Spirit pour,
To quench my thirst, and make me
clean ;
Now, Father, let the gracious shower
Descend, and make me pure from sin.
C. Wesley.
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I My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glorv of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
2 In darkest shades if thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;
Thou art mv soul's bright morning star,
And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss.
If Jesus show- his mercy mine,
And whisper I am his.
4 Mv soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
To see and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe ;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Would bear me conqu'ror through.
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213 Looking to Christ. C. M.
I Look unto him, ye nations; own
Your < iod, ye fallen race ;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.
2 See all your sins on Jesus laid :
The Lamb of God was slain;
His soul was once an off'ring made
For every soul of man.
3 Awake from guilty nature's sleep,
And Christ shall give you light:
Cast all your sins into the deep,
And wash the crimson white.
4 With me, your Chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel, your sins forgiven ;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.
C. Wesley.
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