With tears his sacred feet she washed,
And wip'd them with her hair.

mf 3 "Depart in peace," the Savior said,
"Thy sins are all forgiven!"

mp

280.

The trembling sinner rais'd her head

In peaceful hope of heaven! NETTLETON'S COL.

(ii. 106.)

C. M.

Bangor. Wantage.

Repentance at the Cross.

mp 1 0, IF my soul was form'd for wo,
How would I vent my sighs,

Repentance should, like rivers, flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 'Twas for my sins the Lord of life
Hung on the cursed tree;

For them He bore the bitter strife,
For thee, my soul, for thee!

3 O, how I hate these lusts of mine,
Which JESUS crucified,—

The sins, that nail'd his hands divine,
And pierc'd his sacred side!

mf 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die!
My heart has so decreed:

aff

O, send thy Spirit from on high
To make me thine indeed!

WATTS.

Belville. Eaton,

mf

Meditation on the Cross.

1 MY soul, inspir'd with holy flame,
Review with most regardful eye
That cross, whence thy salvation came,
On which the Lord for thee did die ;
For in that object is delight,-

In Jesus heav'nly glory bright!

aff 2 To Thee, O Lord, I lift my eyes,
I stretch my hands to Thee above;
My heart presents its sacrifice,
Its humble gratefulness and love;
To Thee myself and all I give ;

To Thee I die! to Thee I live! RALEIGH.

282.

§ & 7.

Forgiveness.

Wilmot. Blue Town,

mp i SWEET, as angels' notes in heaven,
When to golden harps they sound;
Is the voice of sins forgiven,
To the soul, by Satan bound!

2 "Sinner"! JESUS said, "I've lov'd thee
With an everlasting love;

Justice has in Me approv'd thee;
Thou shalt dwell with Me above!"

3 Sweet, as angels' harps in glory,
Was that heav'nly voice to me;
When I saw my Lord before me
Bleed and die to set me free!

mif 4 Saints! attend with holy wonder!
Sinners! hear and sing his praise!
'Tis the God, that holds the thunder,
Shows himself the God of grace!

C. M.
Proffered Mercy:

SWAIN!

Spencer. Miller.

i IN vain our transient life we waste
To gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings, which we taste,
Will starve a hungry mind:

2 Come; and the Lord shall well supply
Our souls with heav'nly meat,

With such, as saints can satisfy,
With such, as angels eat!

3 Come, and He'll pity from his throne;
And wash our guilty stains

In the dear fountain, that his Son
Pour'd from his dying veins.

4 Our heart, more hard than flinty rock,
Which terrors cannot move,

And can at awful threat'nings mock,
Shall be dissolv'd by love:

5 Then shall his Spirit dwell within,
And deep engrave his law;

284.

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And, breaking all the pow'r of sin,
To swift obedience draw.

C. M.

Gospel Invitation.

WATTS.

Downs, Arlington.

1 LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The gospel doth its message send,
With an inviting voice.

2 "Ho, ye, who, hung'ring after joys,
Feed only on the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind!—

3 "Eternal wisdom hath outspread
A soul-reviving feast;

Ye all may taste the heav'nly bread,
The highest and the least.

4 "Ho, ye, who pant for living streams
And pine away and die!

Lo, here the living fount outgleams!
Lo, springs that never dry!

5 "The streams of mercy and of love
Here swell and overflow;

285.

mp

Salvation in yon heav'n above
Your dying souls

may know!"

WATTS.

C. M. Peterborough. Tolland,

Forgiveness,

1 O GOD, my sins are manifold,
Against my life they ery;

Thy records all my guilt unfold ;
Condemn'd, my hopes all die;
Wilt thou my trembling soul release,
That to despair is driven?

"Forgive," outcries a voice of
"And thou shalt be forgiven."

peace,

2 My foemen, Lord! are fell and fierce,
They spurn me in their pride;
My soul with ridicule they pierce,
My patience they deride.

Árise, O King! and be the proud
To righteous ruin driven;

mp "Forgive," was heard from awful cloud, "As thou would'st be forgiven."

3 Sev'n times my pard'ning love they know,
Sev'n times they sin again,

They practise still to work me wo,
They triumph in my pain;

But on them shall my vengeance break,
To just resentment driven!

mp "Forgive!"-the voice of thunder spake;— "Or never be forgiven!"

HEBER.

Tremont. Kendall:

1 RETURN, O wanderer! now return,
And seek thy Father's face!

Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace:

Return, O wanderer! now return!
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy soften'd spirit mourn;
When no one else is nigh.

8 Return, O wanderer! now return;
Thy Savior bids thee live:

Go to his feet, and, grateful, learn
How freely He'll forgive!

4 Return, O wanderer! now return;
And wipe the falling tearì

287.

Thy Father calls; no longer mourn!
'Tis love invites thee near!

L. M.

The Female Convert.

COLLYER.

Hebron. Alfreton.

1 AS truth reproves her worldly heart,
Seest thou her cold and scornful eye?
To heav'nly hopes it says,-"Depart;
I ask not for the joys on high!"

Alas, the images of good,

Which fill that eye, are forms of earth,—

mp

Illusive shapes of fancy's brood,-
The pride of life, and transient mirth.
3 But grace, rich grace her soul renews,
And cheers with bliss of holy love;
And now a contrite tear bedews

That eye, turn'd meekly up above.

4 No pearl from Ceylon's gem-pav'd sea,
Nor diamond from Golconda's shore;
Doth shine so pure and beauteously,
As tearful eye, that scorns no more!
mf 5 What glorious images now press,
And crowd within th' enraptur'd eye?—
Visions of truth and holiness,
And heaven's illimitable joy?

imf

6 And on that eye shall darkness rest?
Yes, for a while; as diamond's ray
May slumber in the mine unblest,-
Its grave, until it finds the day.

7 But sleeping eye, when final morn
The dead shall wake, will kindle bright,
And gleam, like gem from darkness torn,
Reflecting CHRIST's eternal light!

288.

(i. 87.)

ALLEN.

L. M. Winchester: Nantwich.
God dwelling with the Humble.
1 THUS saith the high and lofty One,
"I sit upon my holy throne;
My name is God; I dwell on high,
Dwell in my own eternity.

2 "But I descend to worlds below;
On earth I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit and contrite
Is an abode of my delight.

3 "The humble soul my words revive,
I bid the mourning sinner live,
Heal all the broken hearts, I find,
And ease the sorrows of the mind."

Aff 4 O, may thy pard'ning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair, and die!