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HYMN cxvi. C. M. 3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd DICH are the joys which cannot die,

Among the wat'ry nations, Lord ! n With God laid up in store,

Yet men, who trace the dang 'rous waves, Treasures beyond the changing sky,

Forget the mighty God who saves ! Brighter than golden ore.

HYMN CXIX. IV. 5. 2 The seeds which piety and love Have scatter'd here below,

“ Save, Lord! or we perish.” Matt. In the fair fertile fields above

viii. 25. To ample harvests grow.

HEN through the tor sail the wild 3 The mite my willing hands can give.

tempest is streaming, At Jesus' feet I lay ;

When o'er the dark wave the red light. Grace shall the humble gift receive,

ning is gleaming, Abounding grace repay.

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to IIYMN CXVII 111. 3.


We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord ! or TORD of life, all praise excelling,

we perish." U Thou, in glory unconfin'd,

2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling

the billow, With the poor of humble mind.

Arous d by the shriek of despair from thy 2 As thy love, through all creation,

pillow, Beams like thy diffusive light

Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, So the high and humble station

Who cries in his anguish, “ Save, Lord ! Both are equal in thy sight.

or we perish. 3 Thus thy care, for all providing 3 And O! when the whirlwind of pas. Warm'd thy faithful prophet's longue,

I sion is raging, Who, the lot of all deciding,

When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is To thy chosen Israel sung

waging. 4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure,

Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd

to cherish, Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind; To the poor belongs the treasure

Rebuke the destroyer; “Save, Lurd ! or of the scatter'd ears behind.

we perish.

HYMN cxx. C. M.
These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.

Which may be used at Sea or on Land. 3 When thine olive plants increasing, LORD! for the just thou dost provide ; Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,

Thou art their sure defence
Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing Eternal wisdom is their guide,
But not search the bough again.

Their help Omnipotence.
Churus. These, &c.

2 Though they through foreign lands 6 When thy favour'd vintage, flowing,

should roam, Gladdens thine autumnal scene,

And breathe the tainted air
Own the bounteous hand bestowing, In burning climates, far from home,
But thy vines the poor shall glean.

Yet thou, their God, art there.
Chorus. These, &c.

3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, 7 Still we read thy word declaring

Makes every country please : Mercy, Lord, thine own decree; Thou on the snowy hills dost smile, Mercy, every sorrow sharing,

And smooth'st the rugged seas ! Warms the heart resembling thee.

4 When waves on waves, to heaven up 8 Still the orphan and the stranger,

rear'd, Still the widow owns thy care,

Defy'd the pilot's art; Screen'd by thee in every danger,

When terror in each face appear'd,
Heard by thee in every prayer.

And sorrow in each heart;
Hallelujah. Amen.

5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer,

To snatch me from the grave !
TO BE USED AT SEA. I found thine ear not slow to hear,

Nor short thine arm to save !
HYMN Cxvill. L. M.

6 Thou gav'st the word the winds did COD of the seas ! thine awful voice

U Bids all the rolling waves rejoice; The storms obey'd thy will,
And one soft word of thy command The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
Can sink them silent on the sand.

And every wave was still!
2 The smallest fish that swims the seas, 7 For this my life, in every state,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;

A life of praise shall be ; And largest monsters of the deep,

And death, when death shall be my fate, At thy command, or rage or sleep

Shall join my soul to thee,


And cast our sins behind his back,

And they are found no more

5 To him I cried, Thy servant save, VHEN dangers, woes, or death are

"Thou ever good and inst; nigh,

Thy power can rescue trom the grave; Past mercies teach me where to Ay:

" Thy power is all my trust!" Thine arm. Almighty God, can aid, When sickness grieves, and pains invade. 16 He heard, and sav'd my soul from 2 To all the various helps of art


And dried my falling tears; Kindly thy healing power impart,

Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, Bethesda's bath refus d to save,

Through my remaining years.
Unless an angel bless 'd the wave.
3 All med cines act by thy decree,

Receive commission all from thee;
And not a plant which spreads the plains,

On the same.
But lecms with health, when Heaven or.

VY God, since thou hast rais'd me up, dains

Thee I'll extol with thankful voice; 4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we find, Restorld by thine Almighty pow'r, At Heaven's command restor'd the blind . With fear before tnee l'll rejoice. And Jordan's waters hence were seen

2 With troubles worn, with pain opTo wash a Syrian leper clean

press'd, 5 But grant me nobler favours still,

To thee I cry'd, and thou didst save : Grant me to know and do thy will; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, Purge my foul soul from every stain,

My lile didst rescue from the grave. And save me from eternal pain

3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, 6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue?

With me sing praises to the Lord; My crimes, my crimes arise in view, Call all his guodness to your mind, Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer. And all his faithfulness record. And pour the horrors of despair

4 His anger is but short : bis love, 7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs. Which is our life, hath certain stay; My to..ur d breast, my streaming eyes : Grief may continue for a night, To me thy boundless love extend,

But joy returns with rising day. My God, my Father, and my Friend

5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, 8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, in happier hours I now will give, Had not thy Son vouchsaf'd to bleed, And strive that in my grateful verse, His blood procures our fallen race

His praises may for ever live. Admittance to the throne of grace

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
9 When sin has shot its poison d dart, The blest and undivided Three;
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart. The one sole Giver of all life,
His blood is all-sufficient found

Glory and praise for ever be.
To draw the shaft and heal the wound.
10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?
What venom gives such pain within

Thou great Physician of the soul.
Rebuke my pango, and make me whole.

HYMN CXXIV. C. M. 110: if I trust thy sov'reign skill, H EAR what the voice from heaven deAnd how submissive to thy will,

11 clares Sickness and death shall both agree

To those in Christ who die! 'To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.

" Releas'd from all their earthly cares, HYMN CXXII. C. M.

" They reign with him on high."

2 Then why lament departed friends, On Recovery from Sickness.

Or shake at death's alarins ?
W HEN we are rois'd from deep dis-

Death's but the servant Jesus sends
Our God deserves our song; (tress, To call us to his arms.
We take the pattern of our praise

3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, From Hezekiah's tongue

Death hath no sting beside; 3 The gates of the devouring grave The law gave sin its strength and power Are open'd wide in vain,

But Christ, our ransom, died ! If he that holds the keys of death

4 The graves of all his saints be bless'd, Command them fast again,

When in the grave he lay ; 3 When he but speaks the healing word And, rising thence, their hopes he rais'd Then no disease withstands ;

To everlasting day! Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,

5 Then, Joyfully, while life we have, And Ay, as he commands

To Christ, our life, we'll sing, 4 If half the strings of afe should break, Where is thy victory, O grave ? He can our frame restore,

1 " And where, O death, thy sting?"

HYMN CXXV. C. M, He the fatal cause demande, "HEN those we love are swatch'd

Asks the work of his own hands;

Why, ye thankless creatures, why a way By death's resistless hand,

Will ye cross his love, and die ? Our hearts the mournful tribute pay

2 Sinners, lurn, why will ye die ? "That friendship must demand.

God, your Saviour, asks you why? 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,

He, who did your souls retrieve, With awful power imprest,

Died himself that ye might live. May this dread truth, I too must die,”

Will you let him die in vain ? Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

Crucify your Lord again ?

Why ye ransom'd sinners, why 3 Let this vain world allure no more

Will ye slight his grace, and die ? Behold the op'ning tomb

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? It bids us use the present hour,

God, the Spirit, asks you why ? To-morrow death may come.

He who all your lives hath strove, 4 The voice of this instructive scene

Won d you to embrace his love : May every heart obey !

Will ye not his grace receive ? Nor be the faithful warning vain

Will ye still refuse to live ? Which calls to watch and pray.

O, ye dying sinners, why, 5 O let us to that Saviour Aly,

Why will ye for ever die ? Whose arm alone can save;

HYMN CXXIX. 111. 1. Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

L ASTEN, sinner, to be wise ; And triumph o'er the grave.

II Stay not for the morrow's sun :

Wisdłom, if you still despise,
Death of a Young Person.

Harder is it to be won. TTOW short the race our friend has run, 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; n Cut down in all his bloom

Stay not for the morrow's sun; The course but yesterday begun

Lesl thy season should be o'er, Now finish'd in the tomb !

Ere this evening's stage be run.
2 Thou joyous youth ! hence learn how 3 Hasten, sinner, to return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun ;
Thy years may end their flight: Lest thy lamp should cease to bum,
Long, long before life's brilliant noon Ere salvation's work is done.
May come death's gloomy night.

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; 3 To serve thy God no longer wait,

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; To-day his voice regard;

Lest perdition thee arrest, To-morrow, mercy's open gate

Ere the morrow is begun. May be for ever barr'd.

HYMN CXXX. 11. 3. 4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, DEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive Thy youthful love to gain

I moan The soul that early seeks my face

Hath laught each scene the note of wo; Shall never seek in vain.

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan HYMN CXXVII. L. M.

And let thy tears forget to flow:

Behold, the precious balm is found,
Death of an Infant.

To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. As the sweet flow', that scends the

2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest,

On Jesus cast thy weighty load; But withers in the rising day;

In him thy refuge find, thy rest, Thus lovely was this infant's dawn,

Safe in the mercy of thy God: Thus swiftly f.ed its life away.

Thy God's thy Saviour ! glorious worl! 2 it died ere its expanding soul

O hear, believe, and bless the Lord !
Had ever burt with wrong desires,

Had ever spur'd at heaven's control,
Oc ever quench'd its sacred fires.

Rer. xxii. 17, 20. 3 It died to sin, it died to cares,

THE Spirit, in our hearts, But for a moment felt the rud :

1 la whisp'ring, sinner, come; O murner ! such, the Lord declares, The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims Such are the children of our God !

To all his children, come !

2 Let him that heareth say VIII. INVITATION AND WARN To all about him, come ! ING

Let him that thirsts for righteousness, HYMN CXXVIII. 11. 1.

To Christ, the fountain, come! SINNERS, turn, why will ye die ? 3 Yes, whosoever will,

God ynur Maker, asks you why? O let him freely come, God, who did your being kive,

And freely drink the stream of life: Made you with himself to live

Tis Jesus bids him come.


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4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech Declares, I quickly come :

That infant lips can tryi. Lord, even so l' I wait thy hour;

Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach Jesus, my Saviour, come!

The majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, HYMN CXXXII. C. M.

The Christian's native air, VE humble souls, approach your God The watch-word at the gates of death 1 With songs of sacred praise,

He enters heaven with prayer, For he is good, supremely good,

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, And kind are all his ways.

Returning from his ways; 2 All nature owns his guardian care,

While angels in their songs rejoice, In him we live and move;

And cry, Behold, he prays !” But nobler benefits declare

6 In prayer, on caith, the saints are one ; The wonders of his love.

They're one in word and mind; 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,

When with the Father and the Son, To ransom rebel worms;

Sweet fellowship they find. 'Tis here he makes his gondness known

| 7 0 thou, by whom we come to God, In its diviner forms.

The life, the truth, the way, 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, The path of prayer thy self hast trod; "Tis here our hope relies;

Lord, teach us how to pray!
A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.

REPENTANCE. 5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard,

HYMN CXXXV. L. M. The souls who trust in thee;

THOU that hear'st wher, sinners cry, Their humble hope thou wilt reward, With bliss divinely free.

I bough all my crimes before thee lic,

Behold them not with angry look, 6 Great God, to thine Almighty love, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. What honours shall we raise !

2 Create my nature pure within,
Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.

And form my soul averse to sin
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND 3 I cannot live without thy light, AFFECTIONS.

Cast out and banish'd from thy sight :

Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

Aud guard me that I fall no more.
PPROACH,my soul,the mercy-seat,

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord) Where Jesus answers prayer;

Thy help and comfort still afford;

And let a wretch come near thy throne, There humbly fall before his feet,

To plead the merits of thy Son. For none can perish there.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 2 Thy promise is my only plea,

Is all the sacrifice I bring ;
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,

The God of grace will ne'er despise
And such, O Lord, am I

A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just; By Satan sorely press'd,

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye. By war without, and fear within,

And save the soul condemn'd lo die. I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways, That, shelter'd near thy side,

Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;

I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, Thou hast died.”

And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

8 O may thy love inspire my tongue, To bear the cross and shame,

Salvation shall be all my song: That guilty sinners, such as I,

And all my pow'rs shall join to bless

The Lord, my strength and righteousness. Might plead thy gracious name.


STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, DRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Though I have done thee such despite; Utter'd or unexpress'd;

Nor cast the sinner quite nway, The motion of a hidden fire,

Nor take thine everlasting flight. That trembles in the breast.

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

And long in vain thy grace receiv'd; 2 The falling of a tear;

Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, The upward glancing of an eye,

Ten thousand times thy goodness Woen none but God is near.


3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare, And behold thee on thy throne,

In honour of my great High Priest; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Nor in thy righteous anger swear,

Let me hide myself in thee! T exclude me from thy people's rest.

HYMN CXL. L. M. 4 My weary soul, O God, release ; Uphold me with thy gracious hand;

LAITH is the Christian's evidence Guide me into thy perfect peace,

N Of things unseen by mortal eye; And bring me to the promis'd land Il passes all the bounds of sense, HYMN CXXXVII L. M.

And penetrates the inmost sky.

2 Things absent it can set in view,
THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,

And bring far distant prospects home; At Jesus' feet to lay it dowı. !

Events long past it can renew,

And long foresee the things to come. To lay my soul at Jesus' feet!

3 With strong persuasion, from afar 2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

The heavenly region it surveys, Saviour of all, if mine thou art,

Embraces all the blessings there, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,

And bere enjoys the promises And stamp thine image on my heart.

4 By faith a steady course we steer, 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

Through ruftling storms and swelling And fully set my spirit free ;

seas, I cannot rest, till pure within,

O'ercome the world, keep down our fear, Till I am wholly lost in thee.

And still possess our souls in peace 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; 5 By faith, we pass the vale of lears

Thy light and easy burden prove,
The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood,

Safe and serene, though oft distress'd';

4, By faith, subdue the king of fears, The labour of thy dying love

And go rejoicing to our rest,
5 I would, but thou must give the pow'r,
My heart from every sin release ;

Bring near, bring near the joyful bour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

Rom. viii. 31–34.

LET triumphant faith dispel

The fears of guilt and wo!
Penitential Gratitude.

If God be for us, God the Lord,
RISE, O my soul, the bours review,

Who, who shall be our foe ?
When, aw'd by guilt and fear,
To heaven for grace thou durst not sue,

2 He who his only Son gave up

To death, that we might live, And found no rescue here :

Shall he not all things freely grant, 2 Thy lears are dried, thy griefs are fled,

That boundless love can give !
Dispell'd each bitter care ;
For heaven itself has lent its aid

3 Who now his people shall accuse?

'Tis God hath justified: To save thee from despair.

Who now his people shall condemn ? 3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil, The Lamb of God hath died.

And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will. 4 And he who died hath ris'n again.

Triumphant, from the grave: And to resist mine own:

At God's right hand for us he pleads, 4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ 1

Omnipotent to save.
Thy mercy to adore ;
While heav'n itself proclaims with joy-

HYMN CXLII. C. M. “One pardon'd sinner more !"

Dead Faith.

NELUDED souls ! that dream of
HYMN CXXXIX. 111. 2.

heaven, DOCK of ages ! cleft for me,

And make their empty boast 1 Let me hide myself in thee;

Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, Let the water and the blood,

While they are slaves to lust! From thy side, a healing flood,

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, Be of sin the double cure,

If faith be cold and dead; Save from wrath, and make me pure, None but a living power unites 2 Should my tears for ever flow,

To Christ, the living Head. Should my zeal no languor know,

3 The faith which new-creates the heart, This for sin could not atone,

And works by active love, Thou must save, and thou alone;

Will bid all sinful joys depart, In my hand no price I bring,

And lift the thoughts above. Simply to thy cross I cling.

4 God from the curse has set us free 3 While I draw this fleeting breath,

To make us pore within ; When mine eye-lids close in death, Nor did he send his Son to be When I rise to worlds unknown,

The minister of sin,

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