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CHRISTIAN EXERCISES.
For me a blood-bought free reward—
A golden harp for me.
7 ’Tis strung and tuned for endless years
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears
No other name but thine.
8 In heavenly strains, from every chord,
Shall flow the charming sound,
The praise of my redeeming Lord,
While angels wonder round.
335 7s and 6s.
Thine anger is turned away.
1 J ORD, and is thine anger gone,
L* And art thou pacified ?
After all that I have done,
Dost thou no longer chide ?
Infinite thy mercies are,
Beneath their weight I cannot move ;
Oh I tis more than I can bear,
The sense of pardoning love.
2 Let it still my heart constrain,
And all my passions sway ;
Keep me, lest I turn again
Out of the narrow way.
Force my violence to be still,
And captivate my every thought;
Charm, and melt, and change my will,
And bring me down to nought.
3 To the cross, thine altar, bind
Me with the cords of love ;
Freedom never let me find
From my dear Lord to rove ;
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