100.

THE NEW AND LIVING WAY.
Kent-Moffat-Melcombe.

L.M.

1 Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness I'll go; for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long had sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief and burden long had been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more, Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I am the Way." 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Wilt take me to thee as I am:

My sinful self to thee I give; Nothing but love shall I receive. 6 Now will I tell to sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God."

101. THE HEART WITH CHRIST IN HEAVEN. C. M.

Warburton-Solomon-Messiah.

1 He's gone! the Saviour's work on earth, His task of love, is o'er;

And lo! this dreary desert knows
His gracious steps no more.

2 Oh, 'twas a waste to him indeed,
No rest on earth he knew;
No joy from its unhallowed springs
His sorrowing spirit drew.

3 He's gone! and shall our truant feet
And lingering hearts delay
In a dark world, that cast his love
Like worthless dross away?

4 Hopeless of joy in aught below;
We only long to soar,
The fulness of his love to feel,
And lose his smile no more.

5 His hand with all its gentle power,
The sweet constraint of love,

Hath drawn us from this restless world,
And fixed our hearts above.

102.

THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST.

Tranquillity-Kent Burleigh.

L.M.

1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands,

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A great High Priest our nature wears,
The guardian of mankind appears.
2 He who for men their surety stood,
And poured on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
3 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.
4 Our fellow-suff'rer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies
His tears, his agonies, and cries.
5 In ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief,
And to the suff'rer sends relief.

6 With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

103. THE SAVIOUR'S SYMPATHY.

Tiverton-St. Stephen's-Harborough. 1 With joy we meditate the grace

Of our High Priest above;

C. M.

His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

2 Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;

He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.

3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.

4 He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And in his measure feels afresh
What every member bears.

5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;

The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.

6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.

104.

WITHIN THE VEIL.

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St. John's-Knaresborough-St. Swithen-Evegate.

1 The atoning work is done,

The victim's blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead :

He stands in heaven their great High Priest
And bears their name upon his breast.

2 No temple made with hands,
His place of service is:
In heaven itself he stands,

A heavenly priesthood his :

In him the shadows of the law
Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.
3 And though awhile he be
Hid from the eyes of men,

His people look to see

Their great High Priest again: In brightest glory he will come

And take his waiting people home.

105.

CHRIST'S INTERCESSION.

Ballerma-Burton-Sheffield.

1 Now let us cheerfully survey

Our great High Priest above,
And celebrate his constant care,

And sympathetic love.

C. M.

2 Though raised to heaven's exalted throne, Where angels bow around,

And high, o'er all the hosts of light,
With matchless honours crowned;