2 He hath pour'd his precious blood ; He hath made our peace with God; Lord, through him, receive our prayer. 3 Needful grace to all afford ; Bless the message of thy word ; 5 9 Genesis xxviii, 8. (c. M.) Thy people still are fed ; Hast all our fathers led. 2 Our vows, our pray’rs, we now present Before thy throne of grace ; Of their succeeding race. Our wand'ring footsteps guide ; And raiment fit provide. Till all our wand'rings cease; . Our souls arrive in peace. 5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand, Our humble pray’rs implore; - And portion evermore. 60 Isaiah Ixiii, 4. (P. M.) The gladly solemn sound; To earth's remotest bound, Hath full atonement made ; Ye mournful souls, be glad, Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home. . 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Through all the world proclaim, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, Ye who have sold for nought The gift of Jesus' love, The gospel trumpet hear, Before your Saviour's face, 61 Acts ii, 1–4. (D. S. m.) In this accepted hour, Descend in all thy power : In our appointed place, The Spirit of all grace. Upon the waves beneath, One soul, one feeling breathe : With wisdom from above; To pray, and praise, and love. Spirit of light! explore, And chase our gloom away ; Unto the perfect day : In life and death our guide ; May we be sanctified ! 62 Matthew x, 8. (6 l. m.) 1 CHRISTIANS, the glorious hope we know, Which soothes the heart in ev'ry woe; While heathens helpless, hopeless, lie, No ray of glory meets their eye : Oh! give to their desiring sight, The hope that Jesus brought to light. Which cheers believers in their race ; Which trains the soul for endless day. In which the soul is cleans'd for God; 63 Isaiah xxvi, 12. (c. m.) My soul on thee depends ; From thee alone descends. And pow'r and wisdom too ; We nothing good can do. One holy thought conceive, Thyself the blessing give. Our good is all divine ; And righteous word is thine ! The power on thee to call ; Our God is all in all. 6 4 2 Corinthians xiii, 14. (L. M.) 1 FATHER of heav'n! whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found; |