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3 His soul shall live secure on earth,

With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgiven; Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Watts.

270. Christ in his Members. C. M.

1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties, how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace,

And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou mayst be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd,

And in their accents of distress

My Saviour's voice is heard,

5 Thy face with rev'rence and with love I in thy poor would see;

O rather let me beg my bread,

Than hold it back from thee. Doddridge.

271. Beholding Transgressors. L.M. 1 See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; The Father wounded through the Son; The world abused, the soul undone. 2 See the short course of vain delight, Closing in everlasting night;

In flames that no abatement know, Kindled by sin, the source of wo. 3 My God, I feel the mournful scene; My bowels yearn o'er dying men; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 4 But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves; Thy own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.

272.

Doddridge.

Come." Rev. 22:17. S. M.

1 The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whisp'ring, "Sinner, come;

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The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come!"

2 Let him that heareth, say,

To all about him, "Come!"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,

Oh let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, I quickly come :

Lord, even so, I wait thy hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

Epis. Col

273. Ministering to the Saints. L. M.

1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need;
For succor to thy throne I flee;
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name:
3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

Watts.

274. "Ye are the Light of the World." 8, 6.

1 "Light of the world," in mercy given,
To guide benighted souls to heaven,
Say, shall it be concealed?

While groping millions, stumbling, fall,
Let Zion's light, designed for all,
Shine forth, to all revealed.

2 Streams from the upper fountain flow,
To irrigate the plains below,

Turn not those streams away.
Salvation! let the current roll
T'enrich the with'ring, barren soul
With fruits that ne'er decay.

3 The healing pool of Gospel grace
Cures all diseases of our race,

And all may wash who choose;
Then let the CURED perpetual cry,
"O come! its sovereign virtues try—
"Come ALL-let none refuse."

S. Woodbridge.

275. Laboring for the Souls of Men. L. M.

1 Go forth, ye heralds, in my name, Where'er the human race is found; The glorious jubilee proclaim,

Sweetly the gospel-trumpet sound. 2 The joyful news to all impart,

And teach them where salvation lies; With care bind up each broken heart, And "wipe the tear from sorrow's eyes." 3 Be wise as serpents where you go,

And harmless as the peaceful dove; Thus shall your heaven-taught conduct show You are commissioned from above. 4 Freely from me ye have received, Freely, in love, to others give; So shall your doctrines be believ'd, And, through your labors, sinners live!

276. Spiritual Harvest. 8, 7. 1 He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing still the precious seed, Never tiring, never sleeping,

All his labor shall succeed.
Then will fall the rain of heaven,

Then the sun of mercy shine;

Precious fruits will then be given,
Through an influence divine.

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