3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,

All your wants in Jesus find ;

This the day of mercy is,

Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

Decourcy.

HYMN 113. 8's & 7's. Calvary. [b] Suppliant Address to the Saviour. Mark x, 43

1JESUS, full of all compassion,

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry;

Let me know thy great salvation;
See, I languish, faint, and die.
e 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief-
Prostrate at thy feet repenting
Send, oh send me quick relief!
e 3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to him who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to him who ever lives?

-8 On the word thy blood hath sealed,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall!
9 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
d'Here's the soul that perish'd, suing
'For the boasted Saviour's aid!'

o 10 Sav'd-the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;

s Angels sing the pleasing story,

All enraptur'd with thy love.

Turner

HYMN 114. L. M. Geneva. [b*]

Vision of the dry Bones.

Ezek. xxxiv, 3. 1 LOOK down, O Lord, with pitying eye, See Adam's race in ruin lie;

Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground,
And scatters slaughter'd millions round.
e 2 And can these mould'ring corpses live,
And can these perish'd bones revive?
-That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thy own.
3 Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain-

e In vain they call, in vain they cry, -Till thine almighty aid is nigh. o 4 But if thy Spirit deign to breathe, Life spreads through all the realms of death; Dry bones obey thy powerful voice; They move, they waken, they rejoice o 5 So when thy trumpet's awful sound Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground, Dead saints shall from their tombs arise, And spring to life beyond the skies. Doddridge

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HYMN 115. C. M. Mear. [*]
Converting Grace. Ps. xlv, 3-5.
HALL, mighty Jesus, how divine

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest rebel must resign,

At thy commanding word.

e 2 Deep are the wounds thine arrows give,They pierce the hardest heart ;

o Thy smiles of grace the slain revive, And joy succeeds to smart.

g 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway;

Go forth, great Prince, triumphantly,
And make thy foes obey.

-4 And when thy vict'ries are complete,
And all the chosen race

Shall round the throne of mercy meet,
To sing thy conquering grace-

e 5 Oh may my huinble soul be found,
Among that favour'd band;

. And I with them thy praise will sound, Throughout Emmanuel's laud.

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Wallin

HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*] Revival of Religion hoped for. VHILE I to grief my soul gave way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, g 'Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2Though for a time I hide my face, 'Rely upon my love and power; 'Still wrestle at the throne of grace 'And wait for a reviving hour.

o 3 Take down thy long-neglected harp;
'I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
e The winter season has been sharp,
O 'But spring shall all its wastes repair.'
-4 Lord, I obey-my hopes revive;
o Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing;
o Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring.

HYMN 117. C. M. Plymouth. [b*]
God's Regard to the actively Pious. Mal. ìii, 16, 17.
1 HE Lord on mortal worms looks down
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From his celestial throne;

And when the wicked swarm around,

He well discerns his own.

e 2 He sees the tender hearts, that mourn
The scandals of the times;
And join their efforts to oppose
The wide prevailing crimes.

-3 Low in the social band he bows
His still attentive ear;

And, while his angels sing around,
Delights their voice to hear.

o 4 The chronicles of heaven shall keep
Their words in transcript fair;

In the Redeemer's book of life,

Their names recorded are.

d 5 Yes,' saith the Lord, 'the world shall know These humble souls are mine:

These, when my jewels I produce,
'Shall in full lustre shine.

6' When deluges of fiery wrath
'My foes away shall bear ;

"That hand which strikes the wicked through,

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'Shall all my children spare.'

HYMN 118. C. M.

Doddridge.

Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.
HOU great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;

THO

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;

But wher shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint
This worst distemper-sin.

3 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart,

A palsy in my head.

4 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent, and lame;

It overclouds, and fills my mind,
With foily, fear, and shame.

5 (A thousand evil thoughts intrude,
Tumultuous in my breast,
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob me of my rest.)

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6 Lord, I am sick; regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?

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HYMN 119. L. P. M. Shefield. [b*] Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29. VITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord, We hear the thunders of thy word; o The pride of Lebanon it breaks: o Swift the celestial fire descends, The flinty rock in pieces rends, g And earth to its deep centre shakes. -2 Array'd in majesty divine,

Here sanctity and justice shine,

e And horrour strikes the rebel through; g While loud this awful voice makes known The wonders which thy sword hath done, a And what thy vengeance yet will do. o 3 So spread the honours of thy name; The terrours of a God proclain; Thick let the pointed arrows fly;e Till sinners, humbled in the dust, Shall own the execution just, -And bless the hand by which they die. o 4 Then clear the dark, tempestuous day. And radiant beams of love display; Each prostrate soul let mercy raise; e So shall the bleeding captive feel.

Thy word, that gave the wound, can heal, • And change their notes to songs of praise.

Doddridge.

HYMN 120. C. M. Abridge. Barby. [*] Light and Glory of the Word.

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HE Spirit breathes upon the word,
And brings the truth to sight;

Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;

-It gives a light to every age,
d It gives-but borrows none.

-3 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;

o His truths upon the nations rise,-
They rise, but never set.

o 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine,
With beams of heavenly day.

-5 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,

g Till glory breaks upon my view, In brighter worlds above.

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Согорет.

HYMN 121. 7's. St. John's. [*]
Sabbath Morning.

SAFELY through another week

God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in his courts to-day:
• Day of all the week the best;
Emblem of eternal rest:

-2 While we seek supplies of grace,
Through the dear Redeemer's name,
Shew thy reconciling face-
Take away our sin and shame :
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this day in thee