The Psalter in metre and scripture paraphrases; with tunes: authorized for use in public worship by the Church of Scotland, the Free Church of ... Church, the Presbyterian Church in Ireland - Tapa blanda

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 Excerpt: ...God, I '11 plead, Thy merits, not my own. m 7 Yet work, O Lord, in me, As Thou for me hast wrought; And let my love the answer be To grace Thy love has brought. 'He said, It is finished.' PERFECT life of love I All, all is finished now,--All that He left His throne above To do for us below. 2 No work is left undone Of all the Father willed; His toil, His sorrows, one by one, The Scripture have fulfilled. 3 No pain that we can share But He has felt its smart; All forms of human grief and care Have pierced that tender heart. p 4 And on His thorn-crowned head, And on His sinless soul, Our sins in all their guilt were laid That He might make us whole. mj 5 In perfect love He dies; For me He dies, for me. c O all-atoning Sacrifice, I cling by faith to Thee. m 6 In every time of need, Before the judgment throne, c Thy work, 0 Lamb of God, I '11 plead, Thy merits, not my own. m 7 Yet work, 0 Lord, in me, As Thou for me hast wrought; And let my love the answer be To grace Thy love has brought. 'Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit.' p AD now, beloved Lord, Thy soul resigning J_ Into Thy Father's arms witli conscious will, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy head inclining, d The throbbing brow and labouring breast grow still. nip a Freely Thy life Thou yieldest, meekly bending Even to the last beneath our sorrows' load, Yet strong in death, in perfect peace commending Thy spirit to Thy Father and Thy God. p 3 My Saviour, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish; c At that dread eventide let there be light. mp 4 To Thy dear cross turn Thou mine eyes in dying; Lay but my fainting head upon Thy breast; Thine outstretched arms receive my latest sighing; And then, 0 theD, Thin...