e In vain they call, in vain they cry,
-Till thine almighty aid is nigh.

o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe,
Life spreads through all the realms of death;
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice;
They move, they waken, they rejoice.
o 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound
Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground,
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.

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HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]
Converting Grace. Ps. xlv. 3—5.

HALL, mighty Jesus, how divine

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,

At thy commanding word.

e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,They pierce the hardest heart;

o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.

g

3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

And when thy victories are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 50 may my humble soul be found
Among that favoured band;

o And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's land.

WALLIN.

HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*]
Revival of Religion hoped for.

• 1 WH

WHILE I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
-Methought I heard the Saviour say,
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.

-2 "Though for a time I hide my face,
"Rely upon my love and power,
"Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
"And wait for a reviving hour.

o 3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp;
"I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
e "The winter season has been sharp,

"But spring shall all its wastes repair."
—4 Lord, I obey—my hopes revive ;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
o Our foes in vain against us strive,

For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b *] God's Regard to the actively pious. Mal. iii. 16, 17. THE Lord on mortal worms looks down, THE

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From his celestial throne;

And when the wicked swarm around,

He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;
And join their efforts to oppose
The wide-prevailing crimes.

-3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear;

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,

Their names recorded are.

d 5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "the world shall know "These humble souls are mine: "These, when my jewels I produce,

"Shall in full lustre shine.

6" When deluges of fiery wrath

"My foes away shall bear;

"That hand which strikes the wicked through,

"Shall all my children spare."

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.

NHOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint. But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint

This worse distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent, and lame;

It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.

5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast;

Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,

And set my spirit free;

Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

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HYMN 119. L. P. M.

Efficacy of God's Word.

WITH

NEWTON.

Sheffield. [b*]

Jer. xxiii. 29.

7ITH reverend awe, tremendous Lord,
We hear the thunders of thy word;

o The pride of Lebanon it breaks:

o Swift the celestial fire descends, The flinty rock in pieces rends,

g And earth to its deep centre shakes. -2 Arrayed in majesty divine;

Here sanctity and justice shine,

e And horror strikes the rebel through;
g While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,
a And what thy vengeance yet shall do.
o 3 So spread the honours of thy name;
g The terrors of a God proclaim;
-Thick let the pointed arrows fly;
e Till sinners, humbled in the dust,
Shall own the execution just,
-And bless the hand by which they die.
o 4 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day,
And radiant beams of love display;
Each prostrate soul let mercy raise;
• So shall the bleeding captives feel.

Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, o And change their notes to songs of praise.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 120. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*]

g

d

Light and Glory of the Word.

1 HE Spirit breathes upon the word, And brings the truth to sight;

Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun;

It gives a light to every age,

It gives-but borrows none.

-3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat;

o His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.

o 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine,
With beams of heavenly day.

-5 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love;

g Till glory breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above.

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Cowper.

HYMN 121. 7s. St. John's. [*]

Sabbath Morning.

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,

Waiting in his courts to-day:

o Day of all the week the best;
Emblem of eternal rest:

-2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name
Show thy reconciling face-
Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee.

-3 Here we come thy Name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near :
May thy glory meet our eyes,
While we in thy house appear:
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints ;-
Make the fruits of grace abound,-
Bring relief from all complaints:
o Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.

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NEWTON.

HYMN 122. H. M. Bethesda. [*]
Sabbath Morning.

WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;

I hail thy kind return,

Lord, make these moments blest. -From the low train of mortal toys,

• I soar to reach immortal joys.

-2 Now may the King descend,
And fill his throne of grace;
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend,
While saints address thy face :
Let sinners feel thy quickening word,
And learn to know and fear the Lord.

o 3 Descend, celestial Dove,

With all thy quickening powers;
Disclose a Saviour's love,

And bless the sacred hours:

o Then shall my soul new life obtain, Nor Sabbaths be indulged in vain.

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HAYWARD.

HYMN 123. C. M. Sunday. [*]

The Lord's Day.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,

THE

In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful, in harmonious lays

Employ an endless rest.

e 2 Lord, may we still remember thee,

And more in knowledge grow;