But cheats the soul of heavenly things, 4 So on a tree divinely fair, Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, 11 HYMN 151. L. M. Islington. [*] WAS by an order from the Lord, The ancient prophets spoke his word; His Spirit did their tongues inspire, And warm'd their hearts with heavenly fire. 3 Great God, mine eyes with pleasure look There my Redeemer's face I see, e 1 The tempest, fire and smoke; 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, Where milder words declare his will, 3 Behold th' innumerable host 5 The saints on earth, and all the dead All join in Christ their living Head, o 6 In such society as this, My weary soul would rest: The man who dwells where Jesus is, HYMN 153. C. M. Reading. [b] Distemper, Folly, and Madness of Sin. e 1 SIN, like a venomous disease, Infects our vital blood; -The only balm is sovereign grace, e 2 Our beauty and our strength are fled, o But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead, With his almighty breath. e 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within, -Till God's own Son, with skill divine, e 4 (We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, -Such is the folly of the mind, Till Jesus make us wise.) e 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, We drink the pois'nous gall, o And rush with fury down to hell But heaven prevents the fall. 6 (The man possess'd among the tombs, Cuts his own flesh, and cries: o He foams and raves, till Jesus comes, And the foul spirit flies.) 1 HYMN 154. L. M. Armley. [b*] HERE are the mourners,' saith the Lord, 'Who wait and tremble at my word"Who walk in darkness all the day? Come, make my name your trust and stay. 2 (No works, no duties of your own, 'Can for the smallest sin atone; 'The robes that nature may provide, 'Will not your least pollutions hide." 3The softest couch that nature knows, 'Can give the conscience no repose: • 'Look to my righteousness, and live ; 'Comfort and peace are mine to give.) -4 Ye sons of pride, who kindle coals "With your own hands, to warm your souls, "Walk in the light of your own fire, 'Enjoy the sparks that ye desire :e 5 This is your portion at my hands,'Hell waits you with her iron bands; a Ye shall lie down in sorrow there, 'In death, and darkness, and despair.' HYMN 155. C. M. Tunbridge. [b] Christ our Passover. •1 Lote stubborn land! The pride, the flower of Egypt dies, o 2 He pass'd the tents of Jacob o'er, e 4 Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too Justice no longer would pursue -5 Jesus, our passover, was slain, Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, 11 HYMN 156. C. M. Plymouth. [b] HATE the tempter, and his charms, 'The serpent takes a thousand forms, 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams, And holds us still in wide extremes, 3 Now he persuades, How easy 'tis To walk the road to heaven; Anon he swells our sins, and cries, They cannot be forgiven. 4 (He bids young sinners, Yet forbear For prayer and grave devotion are 5 He tells the aged, They must die, In vain for mercy now they cry, e 6 Thus he supports his cruel throne, And drags the sons of Adam down 7 Almighty God, cut short his power; And that he vex the earth no more, 1 HYMN 157. C. M. Reading. [b] Now The same. Satan comes with dreadful roar, He worries whom he can't devour, • 2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage; -Thus did our dearest Lord engage, e 3 Now he appears almost divine, o 4 Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, e Our parents found the snare too strong; Nor should the children try. HYMN 158. L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b] Few saved; or, The almost Christian. e l BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; d 2 Deny thyself and take thy cross, And makes his own destruction sure. HYMN 159. C. M. Plymouth. Wantage. [*] How vile is our degen'rate race, And our first father's name. -2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,— 3 [Daily we break thy holy laws, 4 We live estranged afar from God, With haste we run the dang'rous road, e 5 And can such rebels be restor❜d! 6 We raise our Father's name on high, o To bring rebellious strangers nigh, HYMN 160. L. M. Armley. [*] 1 ET the wild leopards of the wood Then may the wicked turn to God, |