5 Hither then your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals, join the hosts above,
Join to praise Redeeming Love.

1 RICH grace, free grace, most sweetly calls,

Directly come who will,

Just as you are, for Christ receives

Poor helpless sinners still!

2 'Tis grace each day that feeds our souls,
Grace keeps us inly poor;
And O, that nothing else but grace
May rule for evermore!

149.

Stability of the Covenant.

1 REJOICE, ye saints, in ev'ry state, Divine decrees remain unmov'd;

No turns of Providence abate

God's care of those he once hath lov'd.
2 Firmer than heav'n his cov'nant stands;
Tho' earth should shake and skies depart,
You're safe in your Redeemer's hands,
Who bears your names upon his heart.
3 Our Surety knows for whom he stood,
And gave himself a sacrifice;

The souls once sprinkled with his blood
Possess a life that never dies.

L.M.

4 Tho' darkness spread around our tent,
Tho' fear prevail and joys decline,
God will not of his oath repent;
Dear Lord, thy people still are thine!

150.

Christ's Resurrection.

1 WHEN I the holy grave survey,
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie,
I see fulfill'd what prophets say,
And all the pow'r of death defy.

L. M.

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim
How weak the bands of conquer'd death;
Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name,
Shall rise and draw immortal breath!

3 Our Surety freed, declares us free.
For whose offences he was seiz'd;
In his release our own we see,
And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd.
4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more,
And ever lives their cause to plead
For whom the pains of death he bore!
5 Thy risen Lord, my soul, behold!
See the rich diadem he wears!

Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when he appears.
6 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My flesh for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

151.

Psalm xvii. 14, 15.

1 WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in holiness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But that bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And grief and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

L. M.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound,
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's likeness rise.

152.

The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of

us all.

1 ARISE, my soul, with wonder see

L.M.

What love divine for thee hath done!
Behold, thy sorrows, sin, and grief,
Are laid on God's eternal Son!

2 See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

3 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

I

John xx. 11.

153.

[Tune, Gethsemane.

No more at Mary wonder,

Dropping tears upon the grave,
Earnest, asking all around her,

"Where is He that died to save."
Dying love her heart attracted,
Soon she felt his rising pow'r;

He, who Mary thus affected,

Bids his mourners weep no more.

1

154.

The Joy of Faith. [Tune, Atonement.

And held in his hand, whence we cannot be

3

4

5

6

'Tis sweet to recline

On thy bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine; While born from above,

And upheld by thy love,

We with singing and triumph to Zion remove.

As doves we have prest

To the ark of thy breast,

That harbour of safety, that centre of rest;
Thou hast taken us in,

Thou hast cancell'd our sin,

And sown the sure seed of salvation within.

Our seeking thy face

Was the fruit of thy grace;

[praise;

Thy goodness deserves and shall have all the No sinner can be

Before hand with thee,

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free.

Thro' mercy we taste

The invisible feast,

The bread of the kingdom, the wine of the blest; Who grants us to know

His drawings below,

Will endless salvation and glory bestow.

This proof we can give,

That thee we receive,

Thou art precious alone to the souls that believe:

Thou art precious to us,

All beside is as dross,

[thy cross!

When compar'd with thy love, and the blood of