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Hymn 198.

S. M.

Full of grace and truth. John i. 14. 1 O

JESUS, full of grace,

To thee I make my moan,
Let me again behold thy face,

Call hoine thy banish'd one. 2 Again my pardon seal,

Again my soul restore,
And freely my backslidings heal,

And bid tne sin no more.

3 Wilt thou not bid me rise;

Speak, and my soul shall live;
Forgive; my gasping spirit tries,

Abundantly forgive.
4 For thine owo mercy's sake,

Relieve my wretchedness,
And 0, wy pardon give me back,

And give me back my peace. 5 Again thy love reveal,

Restore that inward heaven:
O grant me once again to feel,

Through faith my sins forgiven. 6 Thy utmost mercy show,

Say to ny drooping soul,
In peace and fuli assurance go,

Thy faith hath made thee whole.,

FOR PREACHERS OF THE GOSPEL. Go ye into all the world, and preach the Gosper

to etery creature. Mark xvi. 15. Wo is unto me if I preach not the Gospel.

1 Cor. ix. 16.
Hymn 199. L. M.
For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ :
For it is tho power of God unto sulration.

Rom. i. 16.
HALL I for fear of feeble man,

The Spirit's course in ne restrain ?
Or undisiuay'd in deed and word,

Be a true witness of my Lord?
2 Aw'd by a mortal's frown, shall I

Conceal the word of God Most High?
How then before thee shall I dare

To stand, or how thine anger bear? 3 Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,

Sosten tiny truth and smooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilded toys, or Alce

The cross endur'd, my Lord, by thec ? 4 What tben is he whose scorn I dread?

Whose wrath or bate makea ine afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave

To sin! a bubble on the ware!
5 Yea let men rage, since thou wilt spread

Thy shadowing wings around my head;
Since in all pain thy tender love
Will still my sure refreshinent prove.

Hymn 200. L. M.
For the love of Christ constraineth us.

2 Cor. v. 14.
AVIOUR of men, thy searching eye

Doth all my inmost thoughts descry: Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,

Or the world's pleasures, or its praise? 2 The love of Christ doth me constrain

To seek the wand'riug sons of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,

To snatch them from the gaping grave. 3 For this let men revile my name,

No cross I shup, I fear no shame;
All hail, reproach; and welcome, pain ;

Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
4 My life, my blood, I here resent,

If for thy truth they way be spent,
Fulfil thy sop'reign counsel, Lord!

Thy will be done, thy name ador'd.' 5 Give me thy strength, O God of power;

Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be:
'Tis fixt: I can do all ihrough thee!

Hymn 201. L. M.
Thy throno, o God, is for over and erer; !

sceptie of righteousness is the sceptre of thy

kingdom Heb. j. S. 1 THE Lord is King, and earth submits;

Between the Cherubim he sits,

And makes bis restless foes obey.

2 All power is to our Jesus given;

O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns;
He wildly rules the hosts of heaven,

And holds the powers of hell in chains. 3 Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn,

Scatter thy foes, victorious King;
And all the foes of God shall mourn,

And all the sons of God shall sing : 4 Shall magnify the sor'reign grace

Of bim that sits upon the throne;
And earth and heaven conspire to praise
Jehovah and his conçu'ring Son.

Hymn 202. P. M. If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. John xi.9, 1

Twelve hours, in which he safely máy
His calling's work pursue ?
Though sin and Satan still are near,
Nor sin por Satan can I fear,

With Jesus in my view.
2 Light of the world, thy beams I bless :
On thee, bright Sun of righteousness,

My faith hath fixt its eye:
Guided by thee, through all I go,
Nor fear the ruin spread below,

For thou art always pigh.
3 Ten thousand snares my path beset,
Yet will I, Lord, the work complete,

Which thou to me bast given;

Regardless of the pains I feel;
Close by the gates of death and bey,

I urge my way to heaven.
My SHII will I strive, and labour still,
With humble zeal to do thy willy.

And trust in thy defence;
My soul into thy hauds 1 gire,
And if he can obtain thy, learg,

Let Satan pluek me thence.

Hymn 203. L. M.

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Pray for us, that the word of the Lord may hare

free course, and be glorified. 2 Thess. ii. 1. 1


THEN from the dust of death I rise, E'en, then this sball be all my plea,

Jasus bath liv'd, bath died for me, 2 Jesus, be endless praise to thee,

Whose Boundless mercy bath for me,
For me a full alopemerit made,

An everlasting ransom paid.
3 Ah! give to all thy servants, Lord,

With pow'r to speak thy quick’niog Ford,
That all who to thy wounds will lee,

May find eterual life in thee.
4. Thou God of might, thou God of love.

Let the whole world thy mercy prove,
Now let thy word o'er all prevail,
Now take the spoils of doaib and hell.

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