How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load!

The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

3 "Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason's darkened eyes;—

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live;

A beam of heaven, a vital ray,
"Tis thine alone to give.

5 Oh, change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

LORD, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!

I was alive without the law,

An I thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;
But since the precept came
With a convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

3 My guilt appeared but small before,
Till terribly I saw

How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Is thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load;
My sins revived again :
I had provoked a dreadful God,

And all my hopes were slain.

5 My God, I cry with every breath
For some kind power to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise!

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways:
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

4 The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

5 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God,

Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

In Jesus' precious blood:

"T is this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God.

Is this the kind return,

Are these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow?

2 To what a stubborn frame,

WATTS.

Has sin reduced our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 Turn, turn us, mighty God,

And mould our souls afresh ; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,

And give us hearts of flesh.

2 In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh!

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and-oh, amazing love!—
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;

But, when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.

Zech. 14:8.

SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain, Streams of living water flow; God has opened there a fountain, That supplies the world below; They are blesséd

Who its sovereign virtues know.

KELLY.

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 'T was his own purpose that began
To rescue rebels doomed 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 transaction past,
And brings immortal blessings down.

5 He dies; and in that dreadful night
Doth all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising he brings our heaven to light,
And takes possession of the joy.
450 L. M.

Ps. 32:7.

BREWER.