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2 Jesus, when this light we see,
All our soul's athirst for thee;
When thy quick'ning power we prove,
All our heart dissolves in love.
3 Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are thine;
Praise by all to thee be given,
Sons of earth, and hosts of heaven!
265. C. M. Psalm c. Walts.
Praise to the Creator.
Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when, like wandering sheep, we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm, as a rock, thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
266. C. M. Hart.
Salvation by Christ alone.
HE law still curses those who break
One precept e'er so small;
And where's the man, in thought or deed,
That has not broken all?
2 Fly, then, awaken'd sinner, fly!
Your case admits no stay;
The fountain's open'd now for sin,
Come, wash your guilt away.
3 Behold, from Jesus' wounded side,
The water flows and blood!
If you but touch that purple tide,
You make your peace with God.
4 By faith, alone, in Jesus' wounds,
The sinner gets release;
No other sacrifice for sin
Will God accept but this.
267. C. M. Doddridge.
I love thee, O
D Behold my heart and see,
And turn each cursed idol out
That dares to rival thee.
2 Do not I love thee from my scul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.
3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?
4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, I would disdain to feed?
Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?
5 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord, But, O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.
268. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8, 8. Toplady.
Lev. xxv. 9-17.
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;
4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb,
Redemption by his blood,
Through all the world proclaim:
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad!
year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
269. L. M. Watts.
The gospel commission. Mark xiii. 15.
O, preach my gospel,' saith the Lord,
Bid the whole earth my grace receive;
'He shall be sav'd that trusts my word,
'He shall be damn'd that won't believe.
2 Teach all the nations my commands,
'I'm with you till the world shall end;
All power is trusted in my hands,
'I can destroy and I defend,'
3 He spake, and light shone round his head,-
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode;
They to the farthest nations spread
The grace of their ascended God
270. L. M. Newton.
Casting the Gospel-net. Luke v. 5. John xxi. 6.
OW, while the gospel-net is cast,
From numerous disappointments past,
Teach us to hope in thee alone.
2 May this be a much-favour'd hour
To souls in Satan's bondage led;
O clothe thy word with sovereign power,
To break the rocks, and raise the dead.
3 To mourners speak a cheering word,
On seeking souls vouchsafe to shine;
Let poor backsliders be restor'd,
And all thy saints in praises join.
271. S. M. Newton. Desiring spiritual food.
HUNGRY, and faint, and poor,
Behold us, Lord, again, Assembled at thy mercy's door, Thy bounty to obtain.
2 Thy word invites us nigh,
Or we must starve indeed;
For we no money have to buy,
No righteousness to plead.
3 The food our spirits want,
Thy hand alone can give;
O hear the prayer of faith, and grant
That we may eat and live!
272. L. M. Maclay's Selection.
The bounties of Christ, rich and free.
THE food on which thy children live,
Great God, is thine to give;
And we, for grace receiv'd, would raise
A sacred song of love and praise.
2 How vast, how sweet, how full, how free,
Dear Jesus! thy rich treasures be;
To the full fountain of our joys,
We gladly come for fresh supplies..
3 For this we wait upon thee, Lord,
For this we listen to thy word;
Descend, like gentle showers of rain,
Nor let our souls attend in vain.
273. C. M. Newton.
A Blessing requested.
OW, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart,
Food to the hungry soul impart,
And cordials to the weak.
2 Furnish us all with light and powers, To walk in wisdom's ways;
So shall the benefit be ours,
And thou shalt have the praise.
274. 7's. Maclay's Selection.
RACIOUS Father, gracious Lord,
Give us ears to hear thy word,
Give us hearts to love and fear,
Give us now to find thee near.
2 Let us know and praise thee more,
Let us live on mercy's store;
Let us sing our Saviour's love,
Till we join the saints above.
275. L. M. Maclay's Selection.
Desiring a preparation to hear the word.
HY presence, gracious God, afford;
Prepare us to receive thy word;
Now let thy voice engage our ear,
And faith be mixt with what we hear.