o 3 To thee, to thee, almighty Love, Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay; s Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise, On the bright hills of heavenly day. HYMN 98. C. M. Windsor. Wantage. [b] MY Heavy and cold within my breast, 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits This mountain presses down my faith, 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul, My heart-it shakes not at the wrath, 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine HYMN 99. C. M. Bedford. [b*] L The Book of God's Decrees. ET the whole race of creatures lie, -Whate'er his sovereign voice has form'd e 2 (Ten thousand ages ere the skies All the long years and worlds to come -3 There's not a sparrow, nor a worm, o He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.) e o 4 If light attends the course I run, e And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, The volumes of his deep decrees, o Amongst the chosen of his love, HYMN 100. L. M. Carthage. [b] 1[TOW full of anguish is the thought,of and tears How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, my sovereign Judge, 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ, my Love.) 10 Impossible!-For thine own hands HYMN 101. C. M. Bangor. [*] The World's three chief Temptations. 1[WHEN, in the light of faith divine, Honour, and gold, and sensual joy, 3 While others starve the nobler mind, They rob the serpent of his food, 4 The pleasures that allure our sense 6 In vain the world accosts my ear, HYMN 102. L. M. Armley. [b*] No, But with a cheerful gasp resign, To the cold dungeon of the grave, These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. e 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:o My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just. s 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, -Bring that delightful-dreadful day; o Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; e Thy ling'ring wheels-how long they stay! 4 [Our wearied spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face; And hear the language of those lips, Where God has shed his richest grace. o 5 Haste then upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious, sleeping clay; That we may join in heavenly joys, And sing the triumphs of the day.] HYMN 103. C. M. St. Ann's. [*] Christ's Commission. John iii, 16, 17. OME, happy souls, approach your God, 1[C With Come, tender to Almighty grace The tributes of your tongues. e 2 So strange, so boundless was the love, That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son, To give them life again. -3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod; No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. e 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, o When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. 5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; o Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. e 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; o We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.] 1 HYMN 104. S. M. Peckham. [*] 1RAISE Christ's Mediation. AISE your triumphant songs o Let the wide earth resound the deeds, 0 2 Celestial grace has done. Its chief Beloved chose; -3 His hand no thunder bears, No terrour clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. e 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, When Christ was sent with pardons down, o 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, d Bow to the sceptre of his love, e 6 0 We lay a humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought; HYMN 105. C. M. Reading. [b] e 1 AND are we wretches yet alive! And do we yet rebel! e 'Tis boundless-'tis amazing love,- 2 The burden of our weighty guilt d 3 Almighty goodness cries-Forbear! e And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? |