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The African Methodist Episcopal hymn and tune book adapted to the doctrine and usages of the Church.

(1898)

p. 133

JUSTIFICATION AND ADOPTION.
220 EFFINGHAM. L.M.
ENGLISH.
I. We have no out - ward right-eous - ness, No mer-its or good works to plead;
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We on - ly can be saved by grace; Thy grace, O Lord, is free in - deed.
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Salvation by Grace. L. M.
I We have no outward righteousness,
No merits or good works to plead ;
We only can be saved by grace;
Thy grace, O Lord, is free indeed.
2 Save us by grace, through faith alone,
A faith thou must thyself impart;
A faith that would by works be shown,
A faith that purifies the heart:
3 A faith that doth the mountains move,
A faith that shows our sins forgiven,
A faith that sweetly works by love,
And ascertains our claim to heaven.
4 This is the faith we humbly seek,
The faith in thy all-cleansing blood,
That blood which doth for sinners speak;
O let it speak us up to God!
Charles Wesley.
221 Follo7ving the Saviour. L. M.
I O thou, to whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way:
I I
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Saviour, where'er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still,
And lead me to thy holy hill.
If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
Tr. by J. Wesley.
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1 b Luke xv. io. L.
WTio can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise,
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born !
With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love:
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.
The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he formed anew ;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.
Watts.
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