If he contend in righteousness, 2 If he our ways should mark Could we for cne of thousand faults 3 All-seeing, pow'rful God! Who can with thee contend? 4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 5 Ah, how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? None, none can meet him, and escape, HYMN 14. Job ix. 30-33. 1 THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean In water of the driven snow, My soul would yet its spot retain, And sink in conscious guilt and wo: 2 The Spirit, in his pow'r divine, Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, And show the vileness of its worth. 3 Ah, not like erring man is God, That men to answer him should dare; 4 There, must a Mediator plead, Who, God and man, may both embrace; And offer man the purchas'd grace. 5 And lo! the Son of God is slain To be this Mediator crown'd: HYMN 15. 1 ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise (L. M.) (LA M.) (C. W.) 2 Once we were fall’n, and O how low! Just on the brink of endless wo; Borne on the wings of boundless love, And spread around his heavenly light ! To souls impoverish'd and undone! A bright inheritance as ours; HYMN 16. Glad tidings to our ears, A cordial for our fears. At hell's dark door we lay; But now'we rise by grace divine, And see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. To Thee the praise belongs: Chorus, for the end of each verse. HYMN 17. Awake the sacred song! Tune every heart and tongue. What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch In wonder dies away. 3 He left hiş radiant throne on high, Left the bright realms of bliss, (C. M.) (III. 3.) And came to earth to bleed and die! Was ever love like this? Our humble thanks to thee, « The Saviour died for me." Fill every heart and tongue; HYMN 18. Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptur'd saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, While I sing redeeming love. . 3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; Thou, to save my soul from danger, Didst redeem me with thy blood. 4 By thy hand restor’d, defended, Safe through life thus far I'm come; Safe, O Lord, when, life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home. HYMN 19. Titus iii. 4-7. For ever love his name, Of folly, sin and shame. Which in our works we place; Salvation from a higher source Flows to our fallen race. That all our hopes begin; And wash'd us from our sin. His sacred fire imparts, Enkindles in our hearts. (C. M.) 1 (C. M.) 5 Thus raisd from death, we live anew ; And, justified by grace, We hope in glory to appear, And see our Father's face. HYMN 20. Unconscious of its load! To happiness and God. In paths of ruin stray: Reason debas'd can never find The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine To form the heart anew. 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, And upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall From reason's darken’d eyes. Ard bid the sinner live; 'Tis thine alone to give. And give them life divine! HYMN 21. On thee my hope depends, From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, And pow'r and wisdom too; Without the Spirit of thy Son We nothing good can do. Our good is all divine; And righteous word is thine. The pow'r on thee to call, Our God is all in all, (C. M.) (IIL 1.) HYMN 22. Who, from yon bright throne above, Still to man extends his grace. All is by his sceptre sway'd; So much love to us below? 3 God, the merciful and good, Bought us with the Saviour's blood; Gudes us by his Spirit pure. Let his glory be thy theme: HYMN 23. Harmonious to the ear; And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd a way To save rebellious man, Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace guides my wand'ring feet To tread the heavenly road, While pressing on to God. Through everlasting days; And well deserves the praise. (S. M.) (S. M.) V. THE CHURCH. HYMN 24. 1 LIKE Noah's weary dove, That soar'd the earth around, But not a resting place above The cheerless waters found; 2 0 cease, my ward'ring soul, On restless wing to roam; Has not for thee a home. |