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3 This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown;
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes this pearl his own.
4 Here consecrated water flows
To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

5 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life,
Through all this gloomy vale.
6 O may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.

155. C. M. Rippon's Selection.
Knowledge and joy, from the Word.
TOW precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine
To guide our souls to heaven.

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts In this dark vale of tears;

Life, light, and joy, it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

3 This lamp through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way;
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.


156. L. M. Medley.

The Law of God the test. Dan. v. 27.

Behold the judgment drawing nigh;

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Behold the balance is display'd,
Where thou must be exactly weigh'd.
2 See, in one scale, God's holy law:
Mark with what force its precepts draw;
Canst thou the awful test sustain?

Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain!
Behold the hand of God appears,
And writes in dreadful characters,
"Tekel!' thy soul is wanting found;
With trembling hear the solemn sound.
4 One only hope can yet prevail,

Jesus, for thee, can turn the scale:
Can give thy guilty conscience peace,
And save thee by his righteousness.

157. C. M.


The Nature and Desert of Sin.
but one single point, if thou
Offend God's holy Rule,
The vengeance of the broken Law
Rests heavy on thy soul.

2 Down to the deeps of endless woe,
One sin the angels hurl'd;
One sin, and that a small one too,
Brought ruin on this world.
3 An evil thought, an idle word,
A cherish'd wrong desire,
Provokes the vengeance of the Lord,
Kindles an endless fire.

4 Tremble, my soul, before that God
Whose Rule must ne'er be broke;
Obey the precepts of his word,
Lest thou his wrath provoke.

158. L. M. Watts.

Faith and Repentance, with their opposites.
IFE and immortal joys are given


Children of wrath made heirs of heaven, 17
By faith in God's eternal Son.

2 Woe to the wretch that never felt
The inward pangs of pious grief,
But adds to all his crying guilt
The stubborn sin of unbelief.

3 The law condemns the rebel dead;
Under the wrath of God he lies;
He seals the curse on his own head,
And with a double vengeance dies


159. C. M. Watts.

The Invitation of the Gospel. Isaiah lv. 1-7


ET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

160. L. M. Watts.

The inward Witness to Christianity. 1 John, v. 10. ESUS, thy witness speaks within ;


Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.
2 The guilty wretch, that trusts thy blood,
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The sinful soul averse to God,

Believes and loves his Maker's laws.

161. C. M. Watts.
The Invitations of the Gospel.

LO! there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the

• Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord.'

2 My soul obeys th' almighty call, And runs to this relief,

I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! help my unbelief!

3 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,

Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

4 Stretch out thine arms, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall:

Be thou my strength and righteousness;
My Saviour and my all.

162. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Rippon's Selection.
Yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22.
YE dying sons of men,

Immerg'd in sin and woe,

The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.


No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame; He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame: All things are ready, sinner, come, For every trembling soul there's room.


Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name:
Backsliding souls, return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.

Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wandering sheep, draw near;
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear:
Let whosoever will, now come,
In mercy's breast there still is room.

163. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Invitation to Sinners.


COME! ye sinners, to the Lord, In Christ to paradise restor❜d; His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel grace:2 A pardon written with his blood, The favour and the peace of God; The seeing eye, the feeling sense, The mystic joys of penitence:

3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven,
The faith that wafts the soul to heaven.

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