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HYMN CXXIX. (L. M.)

Submission and Deliverance: or, Abraham offering his Son, Gen. xxii. 6, &c. SAINTS, at your heavenly Father's word Give up your comforts to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abra'm with obedient hand

Led forth his son at God's command; The wood, the fire, the knife, he took, His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. 3" Abra'm, forbear," the angel cry'd, "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd; "Thy son shall live, and in thy seed "Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed." 4 Just in the last distressing hour The Lord displays delivering power; The mount of danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace.

HYMN CXXX. (L. M.)

Love and Hatred, Phil. ii. 2. Eph. iv. 30, &c. 1 NOW by the bowels of my God,

His sharp distress, his sore complaints, By his last groans, his dying blood, I charge my soul to love the saints. 2 Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone, Envy and spite for ever cease;

Let bitter words no more be known Amongst the saints, the sons of peace. 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flies from the realms of noise and strife; Why should we vex and grieve his love, Who seals our souls to heavenly life? 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts, Through all our lives let mercy rum: So God forgives our numerous faults, For the dear sake of Christ his Son."

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HYMN CXXXI. (L. M.)
The Pharisee and Publican,
Luke xviii. 10, &c.

BEHOLD how sinners disagree,
The publican and pharisee!
One doth his righteousness proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and shame.

2 This man, at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
That, boldly rises near the throne,
And talks of duties he has done.
3 The Lord their different language knows,
And different answers he bestows;
The bumble soul with grace he crowns,
Whilst on the proud his anger frowns.
4 Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting Pharisee;
I have no merits of my own,
But plead the sufferings of thy Son.

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HYMN CXXXII. (L. M.)

Holiness and Grace, Tit. ii. 10-13
So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God,
When the salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd,
Fassion and envy, lust and pride;
Whilst justice, temperance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

HYMN CXXXIII. (C. M.)

Love and Charity, 1 Cor. xiii. 2—7, 13.
1 LET Pharises of high esteem,
Their faith and zeal declare,

All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.

2 Love suffers long with patient eye
Nor is provok'd in haste;

She lets the present injury die,
And long forgets the past.

3 [Malice and rage, those fires of hell,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill,
Tho' she endure the wrong.]

4 [She nor desires nor seeks to know
The scandals of the time;

Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.]

5 She lays her own advantage by,
To seek her neighbour's good;
So God's own Son came down to die,
And bought our lives with blood.

6 Love is the grace that keeps her power,
In all the realms above:

There faith and hope are known no more, But saints for ever love.

HYMN CXXXIV. (L. M.)

Religion vain without Love, 1 Cor. xiii. 1, 2, 3. HADI the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use,

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If love be absent, I am found

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspir'd to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell,
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name,
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fultil.

HYMN CXXXV. (L.M.)

The Love of Christ shed abroad in the Heart, Eph. iii. 16, &c.

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COME

dearest Lord, descend and dwell By faith and love in every breast; Then shall we know, and taste, and feel The joys that cannot be express'd.

2 Come fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess,

And learn the heighth, and breadth, and length Of thine unmeasurable grace.

3 Now to the God whose power can do, More than our thoughts or wishes know, Be everlasting honours done

By all the church, thro' Christ his Son.

HYMN CXXXVI. (C. M.)

Sincerity and Hypocrisy: or, Formality in
Worship, John iv. 24. Psalm cxxxix. 23, 24.
GOD
OD is a spirit, just and wise,

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He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne, With honour can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God. abhors the sacrifice

Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there.

HYMN CXXXVII. (L. M.)

Salvation by Grace in Christ, 2 Tim. i. 9, 10.
NOW
WOW to the power of God supreme,
Be everlasting honours given,

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He saves from hell (we bless his name) He calls our wandering feet to heaven. 2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of his own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
3 'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
5 He dies; and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.

HYMN CXXXVIII. (C. M.)

Saints in the Hands of Christ, John x. 28, 29.
1 FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust:

If I am found in Jesus' hands,
My soul can ne'er be lost.

2 His honour is engag'd to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heavenly Father gave
His hands securely keep.

3 Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove
His favorites from his breast;
In the dear bosom of his love,
They must for ever rest.

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HYMN CXXXIX. (L. M.)

Hope in the Covenant: or, God's Promise and Truth unchangeable, Heb. vi. 17-19.

HOW
To rend my soul from thee, my God!
But everlasting is thy love,

OW oft have sin and Satan strove

And Jesus seals it with his blood.

2 The oath and promise of the Lord
Join to confirm the wonderous grace;
Eternal power performs the word,
And fills all heav'n with endless praise.
3 Amidst temptations sharp and long
My soul to this dear refuge flies;
Hope is my anchor, firm and strong.
While tempests blow, and billows rise.
4 The Gospel bears my spirit up;
A faithful and unchanging God
Lays the foundation for my hope,
In oaths, and promises, and blood.

HYMN CXL. (C. M.)

A Living and a dead Faith, collected from several Scriptures.

1 MISTAKEN Souls!-that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast

Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead,
None but a living power unites
To Christ the living head.

3 'Tis faith that changes all the heart;
"Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell,
By a celestial power;

This is the grace that shall prevail
In the decisive hour.