Lord, bring on the joyful day,
Make our forrows fee away ;
Gather all thy saints in one,
Thee to praise around the throne.

HYMN IŻI.

THE SINN Ë R CONVERTED,

WHE
HEN with

my

mind divinely preft, Dear Saviour, my revolving breast Wou'd past offences trace; Trembling Intake the black review, Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,

The pow'r of changing grace. 2 This tongue, with blafphemies defild, These feet, to erring paths beguild,

In heav'nly league agree ;
Who cou'd believe such

lips cou'd praise, Or think my dark and winding ways

Should ever lead to thee?

3 These

eyes,

that once abus'd their sight, Now lift to thee their watry light,

And weep a filent Agod;
These hands ascend ini ceaseless pray'r ;
O wash away the stains they wear,

In pure redeeming blood !

4. These ears, that pleas'd cou'd entertain
The midnight oath, the lustful strain,

When round the feftal board;
Now deaf to all th' inchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest the joys,

And press to hear thy word. 5

Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part;
And now thou dost transform my heart,

That drofly thing refine:
Now grace doth nature's strength controul,
And a new creature-body--soul,

Are, LORD, for ever thine!

Η Υ Μ Ν

I 22

THE SAME.
OF

FT I reflect upon thy grace,

With tears of thankfulness,
Which calld me from my native place,

The world's wide wilderness.
2 My precious time I vainly spent,

Subject to nature's sway;
My corrupt carnal will was bent

Its motions to obey.
3 Thick darkness overspread iny

mind,
I itumbled in the night;
All my affections were inclin'd

To creaturely delight.
God saw me in this wretched case,

A fave to bafe desire ;
And by an act of special grace,

The brand pluck'd from the fire.

• Gor

1 Th

B

may a sense of mercies past,

Stir up my soul to praise ; And whet my appetite to tafte

Thy larger draughts of grace.

Η Υ Μ Ν

123
THE BEĻIE VER'S HOPE.

НЕ.
E is a God of fov’reign love,

That promis'd heav'n to me';
And taught my thoughts to foar above,

Where happy spirits be, 2 Prepare me, LORD, for thy right hand;

Then come the joyful day!
Come death and fome celestial band,

: To bear my

foul

away. 3 Then, my Beloved, take

iny

foul
Up to thy blest abode;
That face to face I inay behold

My Saviour, and my God. .
4 God has laid up in heav'n for me

A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at the great day

Shall place it on my head. 5 Nor hath the King of

This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see

Th' appearance of his Son.

grace decreed

H Y M N 124

PSALM cxix. VERSE 158.

I

A.

Rise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise,

To torrents melt my streaming eyes ! And thou, my heart, with anguish feel

Those evils, which thou canst not heal! 2. See human nature sunk in shame!

See scandals pour'd on Jesu's name !
The Father wounded thro' the Son !

The world abus'd, the soul undone ! 3

See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night!
In Aames, that no abatement know,

The briny tears for ever flow.
4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;

My bowels yern o’er dying men;
And fain my pity wou'd reclaim,

And snatch the firebrands from the flame! 5 But feeble my compassion proves,

And can but weep where most it loves ;
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn thofe drops of grief to joy.

HYMN 125.

1

A Charge to keep. I have,

A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,

And fit it for the sky.
2 To serve the present age,

My calling to fulfil;
O may it all my pow'rs engage,

To do my master's will!
3 Arm me with jealous care,

As in thy sight to live;
And O! thy servant, LORD, prepare

A good account to give !
4 Help me to watch and pray,

And on thyself rely ;
And let me ne'er my trust betray,

Left I for ever die.

X

HYMN 1 26.
FAITH IN CHRIST OUR SACRIFICE.

NOT
Tot all the blood of beasts

On Jewish altars Nain;
Cou'd give the guilty conscience peace,

Or wash away one stain.