What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?
d 5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!

o 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.

1

Doddridge.

HYMN 164. L. M. Gloucester. [*]
Early Piety. Matt. xii, 20.

How

soft the words my Saviour speaks! How kind the promises he makes! A bruised reed he never breaks,

Nor will he quench the smoking flax.
2 The humble poor he won't despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown;
His ear is open to their cries,
He quickly sends salvation down.
3 When piety in early minds,
Like tender buds begins to shoot,

He guards the plants from threat'ning winds,
And ripens blossoms into fruit.

4 With humble souls he bears a part,
In all the sorrows they endure;
Tender and gracious is his heart,
His promise is for ever sure.

5 He sees the struggles that prevail
Between the powers of
and sin;
grace
He kindly listens while they tell
The bitter pangs they feel within.

6 Though, press'd with fears on ev'ry side,
They know not how the strife may end;
Yet he will soon the cause decide,

And judgment unto vict'ry send.

Stennet.

HYMN 165. C. M. Wareham. [b *]
Young Persons entreated.

1 BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth,
The gift of saving grace;

And let the seed of sacred truth

Fall in a fruitful place.

-2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,

Of pure and heavenly root;

But fairest in the youngest shows,

And yields the sweetest fruit.

d 3 Ye careless ones, O hear betimes, The voice of sovereign love!

e Your youth is stain'd with many crimes, But mercy reigns above.

d 4 True, you are young, but there's a stone
Within the youngest breast,

Or half the crimes which you have done,
Would rob you of your rest.

-5 For you the public prayer is made,
Oh, join the public prayer!

p For you the secret tear is shed, Oh, shed yourselves a tear.

-6 We pray that you may early prove The Spirit's power to teach;

You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.

Cowper

HYMN 166. 7's. Redeeming Love.

[b*]

Prayer for young Persons.

1 NOW may fervent prayer arise,

Wing'd with faith, and pierce the skies; Fervent prayer will bring us down Gracious answers from the throne. e 2 Shepherd of thy blood-bought sheep, Teach the stony heart to weep; Let the blind have eyes to seee See themselves-and look on thee, -3 Let the minds of all our youth Feel the force of sacred truth; While the gospel call they hear, May they learn to love and fear. 4 Show them what their ways have been Show them the desert of sin;

e Then thy dying love reveal;

This shall melt a heart of steel. -5 Where thou hast thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, clouds, and fears, e Wipe away the mourner's tears. -6 Bless us all, both old and young: Call forth praise from ev'ry tongue; Let the whole assembly prove All thy power, and all thy love.

Newton

HYMN 167. 7's. Fairfax.

[b]

1

Prayer for Children.

GRACIOUS Lord, our children see;

mercy we are free;
But shall these, alas! remain
Subjects still of Satan's reign?
2 Israel's infants, when of old,
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold;
d Then thy Messenger said, 'No:
'Let the children also go.'

e 3 When the angel of the Lord,
Drawing forth his dreadful sword,
Slew, with an avenging hand,
All the first-born of the land;-
o 4 Then thy people's doors he pass'd,
Where the bloody sign was plac'd:
e Hear us now upon our knees,
Plead the blood of Christ for these.

5 Lord, we tremble, for we know
How the fierce, malicious foe,
Wheeling round his watchful flight,
Keeps them ever in his sight.

-6 Spread thy pinions, King of kings!
Hide them safe beneath thy wings:

e Lest the rav'nous birds of prey Seize and bear the brood away.

Cowper.

HYMN 168. 8 & 7. Calvary. [b]
Surrender to infinite Love.

Sacramental
1 WHEN I view my Saviour bleeding,
W
For my sins, upon the tree;
e Oh how wondrous!-how exceeding
Great his love appears to me!

e 2 Floods of deep distress and anguish,
To impede his labours came;
-Yet they all could not extinguish
Love's eternal, burning flame.

e 3 Now redemption is completed,
Full salvation is procur'd:
Death and Satan are defeated,
By the suff'rings he endur'd.

o 4 Now the gracious Mediator,
Risen to the courts of bliss,
Claims for me, a sinful creature,
Pardon, righteousness, and peace
-5 Sure such infinite affection

Lays the highest claims to mine;
All my powers, without exception,
Should in fervent praises join.
6 Jesus, fit me for thy service;
Form me for thyself alone;

e I am thy most costly purchase;
Take possession of thy own.

Lee.

HYMN 169. C. M. Canterbury. [b*] Christ's Flesh, Meat inaeed. Sacramental. John vi, 53-56.

1 ERE at thy table, Lord, we meet,
To feed on food divine;

Thy body is the bread we eat,
Thy precious blood the wine.

2 He who prepares this rich repast,
Himself comes down and dies;
And then invites us thus to feast
Upon the sacrifice.

3 Here peace and pardon sweetly flow;
Oh, what delightful food!

We eat the bread and drink the wine-
But think on nobler good.

4 The bitter torments he endur'd,
Upon th' accursed tree,

For me-each welcome guest may say, 'Twas all procur'd for me.

5 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.

1

Stennet

HYMN 170. C. M. York. Barby. [*]

Welcome to the Table. Sacramental.
HIS is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;

TH

The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup

o 2 Oh, bless the Saviour, ye who eat,
With royal dainties fed;

-Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For JESUS is the bread!

e

e 3 The vile, the lost-he calls to them; 'Ye trembling souls, appear!

d

"The righteous in their own esteem 'Have no acceptance here.

4 Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse "The banquet spread for you ;'

e Dear Saviour, this is welcome news! Then I may venture too.

-5 If guilt and sin afford a plea,
And may obtain a place;

Surely the Lord will welcome me,
And I shall see his face.

Cowper.

HYMN 171. L. M. Gloucester. [b *]
Christ crucified. Sacramental.

p 1 WHEN, on the cross, my Lord I see,
Bleeding to death for wretched me;

-Satan and sin no more can move,

For I am all transform'd to love.

2 His thorns and nails pierce through my heart, In every groan I bear a part

e I view his wounds with streaming eyes,
p But see, he bows his head and dies!

-3 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God,
a Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood!
e Behold his side, and venture near;
-The well of endless life is here.

4 Here I forget my cares and pains;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains ;
Only the fountain-head above
Can satisfy the hirst of love.

e 5 Oh that I thus could always feel!
Lord, more and more thy love reveal;
o Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
The grace and glory of thy Name.

06 Thy Name dispels my guilt and fear,
Revives my heart, and charms my ear;
Affords a balm for ev.. wound,

d And Satan trembles at the sound.

Newton