HYMN 74. C. M.

Springfield, Clarendon.

NEWTON.

The leper healed. Matt. viii. 2, 3.

WHE

THEN the poor leper's case I read,
My own describ'd I feel;

Sin is a leprosy indeed,

Which none but CHRIST can heal.

2 What anguish did my soul endure,
Till hope and patience ceas'd?
The more I strove myself to cure,
The more the plague increas'd.

3 While thus I lay distress'd, I saw
The Saviour passing by;

To him, though fill'd with shame and awe,
I rais'd my mournful cry.

4 Lord, thou canst heal me, if thou wilt, Oh, pity to me shew;

Oh, cleanse my leprous soul from guilt;
My filthy heart renew.

5 He heard, and with a gracious look,
Pronounc'd the healing word:

"I will be clean," and while he spoke I felt my health restor❜d.

6 Come, sinners, seize the present hour,
The Saviour's grace to prove;
He can relieve, for he is pow'r-
He will, for he is love.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 75. C. M.

Barby, Springfield.

The soul.

Mark viii. 36.

HAT is the thing of greatest price,
The whole creation round?

That which was lost in Paradise,

That which in Christ is found:

2 The soul of man-Jehovah's breath-
That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life.

3 God, to redeem it, did not spare
His well beloved Son;

Jesus, to save it, deign'd to bear
The sins of all in one.

4 And is this treasure borne below,
In earthen vessels frail?

Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail?

5 Then let us gather round the cross,
That knowledge to obtain ;
Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.

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HYMN 76. C. M.

Newmark, Colchester.

RIPPON.

LORD, shall we part with gold for dross,
With solid good for show!

Out live our bliss, and mourn our loss
In everlasting wo!

2 Let us not lose the living God,
For one short dream of joy:
With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And fling all heav'n away.

3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy;

And rate our precious souls too dear
For all thy wealth to buy.

HYMN 77. C. M.

Reading, Windsor.

E. JONES.

Resolve. Esther iv. 16.

COME, humble sinner, in whose breast,

A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
"And there my guilt confess,
"I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
"Without his sovʼreign grace,

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my pray'r;
"But, if I perish, I will pray,
"And perish only there.

go;

5 "I can but perish if I
"I am resolv'd to try:

"For if I stay away, I know
"I must forever die."

EACH us, O Lord, the great concern,

Our duty from thy word to learn, And gain the wisdom from above. 2 Religion, richest blessing given, Fountain of all our joys below, Bids mortals lift their eyes to heaven, In scenes of darkness and of wo. 3 Religion must be all in all,

Would we th' immortal prize obtain, Retrieve the ruins of the fall,

And 'scape the death of endless pain. 4 Send thy good Spirit, Lord, we pray, To sanctify and cleanse our heart: May we repent, believe, obey, And from thy service ne'er depart.

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HYMN 79. C. M.

Chapel, Walsal.

H.

The woman of Samaria. John iv.

LIKE her who in Samaria's bound,
Beneath a sultry sky,

Oft at the Patriarch's well was found,

Her weary toil to ply :

:

2 Thus we our measur'd span employ,
In labors, long, and vain-
We try each boasted fount of joy,
And drink-and thirst again.

8 O thou, who with a pitying heart,
Didst hear her earnest tale,
To us that living stream impart,
Whose waters never fail.

4 So shall our broken cisterns here,
By fickle dew-drops fed,
No more awake the bitter tear,
Or bow the sorrowing head-

5 A holy fountain in the soul,
Eternally shall rise,

Supplied by those pure streams that rol, Where pleasure never dies.

HYMN 80. C. M.

Newmark, Barby.

AT Jacob's well a stranger sought
His drooping frame to cheer:

Samaria's daughter little thought

That Jacob's God was near.

2 This had she known, her fainting mind For richer draughts had sigh'd;

Nor had Messiah, ever kind,

Those richer draughts deny'd.

The man, who came on earth to die,
How few appear to know!

The friend of sinners, passing by,
Is still esteem'd a foe.