3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all; 6 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, For ever and for evermore, The star-the Star of Bethlehem! 1 CHARACTERS OF CHRIST. HYMN 10. C. M. The fountain of Christ's blood. THE HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Redeeming love has been my theme, 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 1 When this poor lisping, stamm❜ring tongue, Lies silent in the grave. HYMN 11. L. M. Christ the Physician of Souls. DEEP are the wounds which sin has made; Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid The work exceeds all nature's pow'r! 3 There is a great Physician near, Look up, O! fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood 1 Can ease thy pain or heal thy woe. HYMN 12. L. M. Christ an hiding place. HAIL! sov'reign love, that first began The scheme to rescue fallen man! 3 Enwrapp'd in dark Egyptian night, 4 But thus th' eternal counsel ran: But justice cried, with frowning face: "This mountain is no hiding place." 6 But lo! a heav'nly voice I heardAnd mercy's angel soon appear'd; Who led me on a pleasing pace, To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 7 On him Almighty vengeance fell, Which must have sunk a world to hell; He bore it for his chosen race, And now he is my hiding place. 8 A few more rolling suns at most, Will land me on fair Canaan's coast; There I shall sing the song of grace, And see my glorious hiding place. 1 HYMN 13. L. M. Christ our sympathizing High Priest. WHERE high the heav'nly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands; A great High Priest our nature wears, Our friend and advocate appears. 2 Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth, a brother's eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. 3 Our fellow suff'rer yet retains 5 With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 1 A HYMN 14. L. M. Christ our example. ND is the gospel peace and love? The serpent blended with the dove,— 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife; Bright pattern of the Christian life. 3 O, how benevolent and kind! How mild-how ready to forgive! Shone through his life divinely bright. HYMN 15. P. M. 7. Christ the Rock of Ages. OOCK of ages! cleft for me, 1 ROCK Let me hide myself in thee; 2 Should my tears for ever flow, PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER. HYMN 16. C. M. Coronation of Christ. I ALL hail, the pow'r of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall, Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him-Lord of all. 2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 3 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, |