3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love: Come to the feast prepar'd; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heav'n can remove.

136. Peace and Rest. L. M. 6 lines. 1 Peace, troubled soul-thy plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo; Cease thy complaint-suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow; Behold a precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppress'd, Unburthen here thy weighty load'; Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour-glorious word! For ever love and praise the Lord.

THE PENITENT.

137. The Heart of Stone. L. M.
1 Oh! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away;
And melt, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The sea can roar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments, too, unmov'd I hear-
Amazing thought!—which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But power divine can do the deed;
And much to feel that pow'r I need:
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,

And move and melt this heart of mine.

Hart.

138.

What shall I do?" S. M.

1 My former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins;

I feel, alas, that I am dead
In trespasses and sins:

2 Ah, whither shall I fly,

Or seek for mercy's door?

The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And justice arm'd with pow'r.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread th' impending doom, While yet some friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come!"

4 0 that I now might see

Some glimm'ring from afar,

Some beam of hope to dawn on me,
And save me from despair.

Cowper.

139. The Convicted Sinner. L. M.

1 Alas! I've sinned; and clearly see
That I deserve eternal wo:

Where can a wretched sinner flee?
What can a helpless sinner do?

2 "Believe that Jesus Christ has died: "That he for sinners gave his blood: "For such as you was crucified: "And thus appeas'd the wrath of God." 3 Then there is hope-yes, hope for me; A guilty wretch by sin undone: Oh God! I pardon ask of Thee! I plead the merits of thy Son. 4 He hears my prayer; regards my plea: He grants the pardon that I crave! O wondrous grace! He smiles on me; For Jesus died my soul to save.

0.

140. Deep Contrition. 7's.
1 Jesus, save my dying soul;
Make the broken spirit whole;
Humbled in the dust I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
2 Jesus, full of every grace,
Now reveal thy smiling face;
Grant the joy of sin forgiv❜n,
Foretaste of the bliss of heav'n.
3 All my guilt to thee is known;
Thou art righteous, thou alone:
All my help is from thy cross;
All besides I count but loss.

4 Lord, in thee I now believe;
Wilt thou-wilt thou not forgive?
Helpless at thy feet I lie;

Saviour, leave me not to die. S.Songs.

141. Grieving the Spirit. C. M.
1- And does the Spirit kindly move
To wake my drowsy heart;
And shall I slight and grieve his love,
And bid him hence depart?

2 Shall I the tempter's voice believe,
And still refuse to pray;

And thus the Holy Spirit grieve,
And bid him go his way?

3 This solemn warning, once receiv'd,
I dare no longer slight;

The Holy Spirit often griev'd,
May take his final flight.

142. Hoping, yet trembling. C. M. 1 My soul would fain indulge a hope To reach the heavenly shore; And when I drop this dying flesh, That I shall sin no more.

2 I hope to hear and join the song
That saints and angels raise;
And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise.

3 But Oh-this dreadful heart of sin!
It may deceive me still;
And while I look for joys.above,
May plunge me down to hell.

4 The scene must then for ever closeProbation at an end!

No Gospel grace can reach me there,
No pardon there descend.

5 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come,
To me thy Spirit give ;

Shine through a dark, benighted soul,
And bid a sinner live.

J. Steward.