Page. Shepherd divine, our wants relieve, 33 160 Since we are call'd to part Since Jesus freely did appear. Sinners, turn, why will ye die, Sinners, obey the gospel word, 66 96 7 9 Tell us, Sinners, will you scorn the message Stop, poor sinners, stop and think women, we would know 174 22 ་་་ 29 182 159 The God of Abra'm praise The voice of free grace cries escape to the mountain 183 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love To thy great name, O Prince of Peace, 'Twas the voice of my Jesus that spake 70 219 78 163 Page 167 Vain delusive world, adieu Wearied by day with toils and cares When verdure clothes the fertile vale 183 91 131 200, 43 138 139 -85 86 When rising from the bed of death When all the mercies, of my God 89 178 104 - While God on Zion smiles in love While justice waves her vengeful hand While o'er our guilty land, O Lord When blooming youth is snatch'd away 109 133 47 50 51 While shepherds watch their flocks by night Whither goest thou, Pilgrim Stranger Ye neighbors, and friends. to Jesus draw near 191 Hymn CCLXXXIV. Common Metre.[*] Devotion. HILST thee I feek, protecting Power! WH And may this confecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd.. 2 Thy love the power of thought beftow'd, 3 In each event of life, how clear 4 5 Each bleffing to my foul more dear, In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, My heart fhall find delight in praise, Or feek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favour'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, Hymn CCLXXXV. Long Metre. [* or b] REANIMATION. A HYMN for the HUMANE SOCIETY. HO, from the gloomy fhades of night, WH Can bid the foul return to light, And break the flumber of the dead? 2 No human skill that heart can warm, 3 But thou, our faving God, we know, 4 Thy will, ere nature's tutor❜d hand And all its countlefs fibres told. 5 As from the duft, thy forming breath 6 Since twice to die is ours alone, Mrs. MORTON. ! THE PILGRIM'S FAREWELL. I'll land on Canaan's shore; Where troubles come no more Farewell, my friends, time rolls along, Farewell, poor careless sinners too, PILGRIM'S HOME. 'Midst sce..es of affliction, with sorrow oppress'd; Home,-home,-Sweet,-sweet home; But find in the bosom of Jesus a home! P No spot on this earth can give permanent bliss ; Home, &c. This hope cheers the prospect that's gloomy and drear, And points to the heaven of rest that is near: There, there, in sweet fields of delight we shall roam, And find in the bosom of Jesus a home! |