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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.

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HYMN 98. C. M. Windsor. Wantage. [b]
Hardness of Heart complained of.
Y heart, how dreadful hard it is!
How heavy here it lies!

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Heavy and cold within my breast,
Just like a rock of ice!

2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits
Upon this flinty throne;
And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deep,
Beneath this heart of stone.
3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above!

This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.

4 When smiling mercy courts my soul,
With all its heavenly charms;
This stubborn, this relentless thing,
Would thrust it from my arms.
5 Against the thunders of thy word,
Rebellious I have stood;

My heart-it shakes not at the wrath,
And terrours, of a God.

6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine
In thine own crimson sea!
None but a bath of blood divine,
Can melt the flint away.

HYMN 99. C. M. Bedford. [b*]

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The Book of God's Decrees.

ET the whole race of creatures lie,
Abas'd, before their God:

-Whate'er his sovereign voice has form'd
He governs with a nod.

e 2 (Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,-

All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

-3 There's not a sparrow, nor a worm,
But's found in his decrees;

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o He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.)

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o 4 If light attends the course I run,
'Tis he provides those rays:

e And 'tis his hand that hides my sun,
If darkness clouds my days.
-5 Yet I could not be much concern'd,
Nor vainly long to see

The volumes of his deep decrees,
What months are writ for me.
e 6 When he reveals the book of life,
Oh, may I read my name

o Amongst the chosen of his love,
The foll'wers of the Lamb.]

HYMN 100. L. M. Carthage. [b]
Presence of Christ the Life of my Soul.

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,
Should frown, and bid my soul-depart!
2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,
Where shall I fly-but to thy breast?
For I have sought no other home:
For I have learn'd no other rest.
3 I cannot live contented here,
Without some glimpses of thy face;
And heaven, without thy presence there,
Will be a dark and tiresome place.
4 When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold my thoughts aside from thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are long and tedious years to me.
5 And if no evening visit's paid
Between my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!

6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon
To live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe, when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food.
7 (Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessed hope, my heavenly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,
My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.

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.)
9 My God-and can a humble child,
Who loves thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from thy face exil'd,
Without the pity of thine eye?

10 Impossible!-For thine own hands
Have ty'd my heart so fast to thee;
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art, thy friends must be.]

HYMN 101. C. M. Bangor. [*]

The World's three chief Temptations.

1[WHEN, in the light of faith divine,
We look on things below,-
in the lights below,

Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!
2 (Honour's a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good.

3 While others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust;

They rob the serpent of his food,
T' indulge a sordid lust.)

4 The pleasures that allure our sense
Are dang'rous snares to souls;
There's but a drop of flatt'ring sweet,
And dash'd with bitter bowls.
5 God is mine all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice;
In him my vast desires are fill'd,
And all my powers rejoice.

6 In vain the world accosts my ear,
And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your bliss so dear,
Nor part with heaven for you.]

HYMN 102. L. M. Armley. [b*]
A Happy Resurrection.

No,
O, I'll repine at death no more,

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,
With new melodious songs;

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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.]

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HYMN 104. S. M. Peckham. [*]

1RAISE

Christ's Mediation.

AISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune

o Let the wide earth resound the deeds,

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Celestial grace has done.
Sing how Eternal Love

Its chief Beloved chose;
And bid him raise our ruin'd race,
From their abyss of woes.

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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,
And wrath stood silent by-

When Christ was sent with pardons down,
To rebels doom'd to die.

o 5

Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrow cease;

d Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.
Lord, we obey thy call;

e 6

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We lay a humble claim

To the salvation thou hast brought;
And love and praise thy name.

HYMN 105. C. M. Reading. [b]
Repentance flowing from Divine Patience.

e 1 AND are we wretches yet alive!

And do we yet rebel!

e 'Tis boundless-'tis amazing love,-
That bears us up from hell!

2 The burden of our weighty guilt
Would sink us down to flames;
And threat'ning vengeance rolls above,
To crush our feeble frames.

d 3 Almighty goodness cries-Forbear!
And strait the thunder stays:

e And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace?

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