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HYMN 360. 8, 7, 4.

Tamworth, Jordan, Littleton.
The surrender.

ELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome to this heart of mine:
Lord, I make a full surrender,
Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,
Thine entirely,

Thro' eternal ages thine.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near-
Shout, Ŏ Zion!

Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!

HYMN 361. L. M.

Luther's Hymn, Bath.

LIVINGSTONE.

Conviction and conversion. Ps. cvii. 17-20.

THE

HE sinner's flatt'ring dreams are fled, Destruction hovers o'er his head; And conscience throws her darts around, And poison rankles in each wound. 2 Despair and death his heart assail, And all his hopes of comfort fail; Till, deeply humbled in the dust, He owns his punishment is just.

3 Then Penitence beside him stands, With brow severe, but healing hands; The wounds she probes, the balin applies, To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs.

4 To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears, And Mercy's radiant form appears; She whispers peace and hope within, His sorrows cease-his joys begin.

HYMN 362. C. M.

Buckingham, Wantage.

HOSKINS.

The Jailor. Acts xvi. 30, 31.

WHAT must I do," the jailor cries,

"To save my sinking soul ?" "Believe in Christ," the word replies, "Thy faith shall make thee whole." 2 Our works are all the works of sin, Our nature quite deprav'd: Jesus alone can make us clean;By grace are sinners sav’d.

3 Come, sinners, then, the Saviour trust, To wash you in his blood;

To change your hearts, subdue your lust,
And bring you home to God.

THE

HE castle of the human heart,
Strong in its native sin,

Is guarded well in every part,
By him who dwells within.

2 For Satan there in arms resides,
And calls the place his own;

With care against assaults provides,
And rules as on a throne.

3 But Jesus, stronger far than he,
In his appointed hour,
Appears to set his people free
From the usurper's pow'r.

4 "This heart I bought with blood,” he cries, "And now it shall be mine;"

His voice the strong man arm'd dismays; He knows he must resign.

5 In spite of unbelief and pride,
And self and Satan's art,

The gates of brass fly open wide,
And Jesus wins the heart.

HYMN 364.

S. M.

S.

B

St. Thomas, Dover.

ENEATH the pois'nous dart
Of Satan's rage I fell—
How narrowly my feet escap'd
The snares of death and hell!

2 Darkness, and shame, and grief
Oppress'd my gloomy mind;

I look'd around me for relief,
But no relief could find.

3 At length, to God I cry'd;
He heard my plaintive sigh;
He heard, and instantly he sent
Salvation from on high.

4 Oh, may I ne'er forget The mercy of my God!

Nor ever want a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.

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HYMN 365. 8,7.

NEWTON.

Northampton-Chapel, Sicilian H.
Bartimeus. Mark x. 48.

M Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved,

ERCY, O thou son of David!"

Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him, But he call'd the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, "Come, and ask me what you will." 3 Money was not what he wanted, Tho' by begging us’d to live ; But he ask'd, and Jesus granted Alms which none but he could give. 4 "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, "Let my eyes behold the day!" Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Follow'd Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks, I hear him praising, Publishing to all around;

"Friends, is not my case amazing? What a Saviour I have found!

6"Oh! that all the blind but knew him, And would be advis'd by me!

Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see.”

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HYMN 366. L. M. NEWTON.

Blendon, Bath.

The happy change.

In search of fancied good we range; N sin by blinded passions led, The paths of disappointment tread, To nothing fix'd-but love of change. 2 But, when the Holy Ghost imparts A knowledge of the Saviour's love; Our wand'ring, weary, restless hearts, Are then renew'd, no more to rove. 3 Now a new principle takes place, Which guides and animates the will; This love, another name for grace, Constrains to good and bars from ill. 4 By love's pure light we soon perceive Our noblest bliss and proper end; And gladly ev'ry idol leave,

To love and serve our Lord and Friend.

HYMN 367.

A

C. P. M. OCKUM.

Ganges, Chapel, Willoughby.
WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in bonds of guilt I found,
And knew not where to go;
Eternal truth did loud proclaim,
"The sinner must be born again,
Or sink to endless wo."

2 When to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
Í no relief could find;