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Penitential. (L. M.) 1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Tho’I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting Aight. 2 Tho'l have steel'd my stubborn heart,

And shaken off my guilty fears,
And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart,

For many days, and months, and years. 3 Though I have most unfaithful been,

Of all whoe'er thy grace received, Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,

Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 4 Yet, O! the chief of sinners spare,

In honour of my great High-Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear

T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 86

Village Worship. (8's.)
1 DEAR Saviour, remember the word

On which thou hast caus'd us to rest:
Thy promised kindness afford,

To make our society blest.
2 Now let thy rich grace be display'd,

To rescue some brand from the fire;
Speak spiritual life to the dead,

And grant the poor suppliant's desire, 3 O help us in reading thy word,

O teach us to praise and to pray:

All needful assistance afford,

And send us rejoicing away. 87

Grateful Recollection. (8, 7.) 1 COME, thou fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace, Streams of mercy never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise: Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by Alaming tongues above: Praise the mount-o fix me on it,

Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,

Interpos’d his precious blood. 3 0! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,

Seal it from thy courts above!

884 Hymn by Krishnu, the first Hindoo

baptized in Bengal, and now a preach.

er of the Gospel.
1 0 THOU my soul, forget no more

The Friend who all thy mis’ry bore;
Let ev'ry idol be forgot,

But, O my soul, forget Him not. 2 Brumbu* for thee a body takes,

Thy guilt assumes, thy fetters breaks,
Discharging all thy dreadful debt;

And canst thou e'er such love forget? 3 Renounce thy works and ways with grief,

And Ay to this most sure relief;
Nor Him forget who left his throne,

And for thy life gave up his own. 4 Infinite truth and mercy shine

In Him, and he himself is thine;
And canst thou then, with sin beset,

Such charms, such matchless charms, 5 Ah! no-till life itself depart, [forget?

His name shall cheer and warm my heart; And, lisping this, from earth P'll rise,

And join the chorus of the skies.
6 Ab! no—when all things else expire,

And perish in the general fire,
This name all others shall survive,
And through eternity shall live.

* The Hindoo name of the one God.

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Alarm. 1 STOP, poor sinner, stop and think

Before you farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting wo?
Once again I charge you, stop!

For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware you'll drop

Into the burning lake!
2 Say, have you an arm like God,

That you his will oppose? Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day,

When he judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away

Like wax before the flame? 3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come

To drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom,

Will fill you with despair:
All
your

sins will round you crowd, Sins of a blood crimson dye; Each for vengeance crying loud,

And what can you reply?
4 Tho' your heart be made of steel,

Your forehead lined with brass,
God at length will make you feel,

He will not let you pass:

He says,

Sinners then in vain will call,

(Though they now despise his grace) Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face. 5 But as yet there is a hope

You may his mercy know; Tho' his arm is lifited up,

He still forbears the blow: "T'was for sinners Jesus died,

Sinners he invites to come; None who come shall be deny'd,

". There still is room.” 90

Saints and Sinners. (L. M.)
1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious feet

Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where sinners meet,

And fears to talk as scoffers do.
2 But sinners find their counsels crost;

As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,

When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 3 In vain the rebel seeks to stand

In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,

Condemns him to a different place. 5 Straight is the way my saints have trod,

“I blest the path and drew it plain,
* But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain,'