6 Sure there was never love so free,
Dear Saviour! so divine!

Well, thou may'st claim that heart of me,
Which owes so much to thine.

7 Yes! thou shalt surely have my heart,
My soul, my strength, my all:
With life itself I'll freely part,
My JESUS! at thy call.

DR. S. STENNETT.

484 L. M. Portugal 97. Gould's 272. 55 Jesus wept he died. See how he loved us, John xi. 35. ISO fair a face bedew'd with tears! 1 So What beauty, e'en in grief appears! He wept, he bled, he died for you; What more, ye saints, could Jesus do? 2 Enthron'd above with equal glow, His warm affections downward flow; In our distress he bears a part; .. And feels a sympathetic smart

3 Still his compassions are the same,
He knows the frailty of our frame; I
Our heaviest burdens he sustains,

Shares in our sorrows and our pains. BEDDOME. 485 C. M. Wantage 204. Charmouth 28. Messiah 293.

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The Wonders of Redemption.

AND did the holy and the just,
The Sovereign of the skies,

Stoop down to wretchedness and dust,
That guilty worms might rise??
2 Yes! the Redeemer left his throne, DA
His radiant throne on high,

(Surprising mercy! love unknown) a
To suffer, bleed, and die.

3 He took the dying traitor's place,

And suffer'd in his stead;

For man, (O miracle of grace!)
For man the Saviour bled!

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4 Dear LORD! what heavenly wonders dwell In thy atoning blood!

By this are sinners snatch'd from hell,
And rebels brought to God.

5 JESUS! my soul adoring bends
To love so full, so free;

And may I hope that love extends
Its sacred power to me!

6 What glad return can I impart

For favours so divine?!--*
O take my all-this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.

STEELE.

486 C. M. Irish 171. Michael's 119./

Room at the Gospel Feast, Luké xiv. 22. !

1 THE King of Heaven his table spreads,

And dainties crown the board;

Not paradise, with all its joys,

Could such delight afford. C

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given;

Thro' the rich blood that JESUS shed
To raise the soul to heaven. Y

3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come!

Come, from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.

4 Millions of souls, in glory now, wh
Were fed and feasted here; J
And millions more still on the way!
Around the board appear.

5 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.

6 All things are ready; come away, la
Nor weak excuses frame;

Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the founder's name...

487 L. M. Wareham 117. Rochford 22.

Communion with CHRIST at his Table,s M NO JESUS, our exalted LORD, (Dear name by heaven and earth ador'd!) Fain would our hearts and voices raise A cheerful song of sacred praise.de T 2 But all the notes which mortals know Are weak, and languishing, and low; Far, far above our humble songs, C8 The theme demands immortal tongues. 3Yet while around his board we meet, And humbly worship at his feet, O let our warm affections move, In glad returns of grateful love! 4 Let faith our feeble senses aide HoT To see thy wondrous love display'd, IT 2 Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, Thy dreadful agonizing pains ha A 5 Let humble penitential woe, dog H With painful, pleasing anguish flow; And thy forgiving smiles imparts aillLife, hope, and joy to every heart,w STEELE. 488 C. M. Liverpool 83. Oxford 177. E

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1 To our Redeemer's glorious name
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Awake the sacred song low bu

3 If bliss thy providence impart,
For which resign'd I pray;
Give me to feel the grateful heart!
And without guilt be gay

4 Affliction should thy love intend, t
As vice or folly's cure;

Patient, to gain that gracious end,
May I the means endure!

5 Be this and every future day

Still wiser than the past;
And when I all my life survey,
May grace sustain at last.

492 C. M. Braintree 25. Hammond 226.

Morning Hymn.

1 WITH thee, great GOD! the stores of light,

And stores of darkness, lie;

Thou form'st the sable robe of night,
And spread'st it round the sky.

2 And when, with welcome slumbers press'd We close our weary eyes,

uw Thy power, unseen, secures our rest, And makes us joyous rise.

3 Numbers, this night, great God! have met Their long eternal doom;

And lost the joys of morning light)
In earth's tremendous gloom.

4 Numbers on restless beds still lie,:
And still their woes bewail;

While we, by thy kind hand uprais'd,
A thousand pleasures feel.

5 To thee, great GOD! in thankful songs
Our morning thoughts arise;
Propitious in thy Son accept

The willing sacrifice.ED, TURNER,

493 8.8.6. Chatham 59.

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1 LORD! I am vile!--what shall I say? I live to see another day,

O let me live to thee !

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2 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, 201 What JESUS hath for his prepar'd, Nor can the heart conceive; "Thou hast commanded me, to day, To live by faith, and I'd obey;" LORD! help me to believe.

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A Morning Hymn.

SEE how the mounting sun
Pursues his shining way;

And wide proclaims his Maker's praise,
With every brightening ray.

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I slept, and I awoke, and found
My kind preserver near!

Thus does thine arm support
This weak defenceless frame;

But whence these favours, LORD to me,'!.
All worthless as I am?...

5 O! how shall I repay 7.

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The bounties of my God?

This feeble spirit pants beneath
The pleasing painful load.