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4 Thus will the cliurch below HYMN 131. C.M. Watts's Sermons. * Resemble that above;

St. Davids, St. Anns, Abridge. Wiiere streams of pleasure ever flow, Prudence ; or, a lovely carriage, And every heart is love.

A man of prudent heart, HYMN 132. L. M. Scoli. b or X Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree Carthage, Eaton.

To act a useful part. leckness. MARK, ARK, wlien tempestuous winds 2 When envy, strife, and wars begin arisc,

In little angry souls,
The wild confusion and uproar,

Mark how the sons of peace come in, All cean mixing with the skies, And quench the kindling coals.

And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore. 3 Their minds are humble, mild and meek 2 Not less confusion racks the mind,

Nor let their fury rise; When, by the whirl of passion toss'd, Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Calm reason is to rage resign'd,

Nor pride exalts their eyes. And peace in angry tumuit lost. 4Their frame is prudence mix'd with love, 30 self tormenting chid of pride,

Good works fulfil their day: Anger, bred up in hate and strife; They join the serpent with the dove, Ten thousand ils, by thee supplied,

But cast the sting away. Mingle the cup of bitter life. 5 Such was the Saviour of mankind; 4 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, His Hesh anil blood were all refined,

Such pleasures he pursu'd;
Clear as the summer's evening ray,

His soul divinely good.
Calm as the regions of the bless'd,

Enjoy on earth celestial day. 6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow 5 No jars their peaceful tent invade: Thy grace my nature can renew,

In such a heart as mine?
No friendships lost their bosom sting;
And foes to none, of none afraid, [bring:

And make my soul like thine. Where'er they go, sweet peace they

HYMN 135. C. M. S. Stennett, b 60 may a temper meck and mid

Pangor, Windsor. With gentie sway our souls possess ;

The penitent. Passion and pride be thence exiled, "PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet, to be , we bless!

And upwards to the mercy-scat
HYMN 133. L. M. Gibbons. The

Presumes to lift his eyes.
Winchester, Eaton, Quercy.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice PAT

ATIENCE !---0, 'tis a grace divine! To pay the debt I owe,

Sent from the God of power and love, Tears should from both my weeping eyes That leans upon its Father's hand, In ceaseless torrents flow. As through the wilderness we move. 3 But no such sacrifice I plead 2 By patience we serenely bear

To expiate my guilt; The troubles of our mortal state,

No tears but those which thou hast shed; 'And wait, contented, our discharge,

No blood, but thou hast spilt. Nor think our g'ory comes too late. 4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord! 3 Though we, in full sensation, feel And all my sins forgive : The weight, the wounds,our God ordains, Justice will well approve the word We smile amid our heaviest woes,

That bids the sinner live. And triumph in our sharpest pains. 40, for this grace! to aid us on,

HYMN 138. C. M. Corner. Morb

York, St. Ann. And arm with fortitude the breast,

The contrilt heart. I'll life's tumu tous voyage, is opelt? I'TH contrite hearts bestow;

'HE Lord will happiness divine We reach the shores of end ess rest! 5 Faith into vision shall resign; Thren tell me, gracious Gol! is nine Hope shall in full fruition die;

A contrite heart or no? And patience in possession end, 21 hear, but seem to hear in vain, In the bright worlds of bliss on high. Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain Or when did plaintive misery sigh, To find I cannot feel.

Or supplicate in vain. 31 sometimes think myself inclin'd | 30ppress'd with grief and shame,dissolo's To love thee if I could ::

In penitential tears ; But often feel another mind, Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts, Averse to all that's good.

And dissipates our fears. 4 My best desires are faint and few, 4 New life from thy refreshing grace

í fain would strive for more; Our sinking hearts receive : But, when I cry, “My strength renew," Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute, Seem weaker than before.

To pity and forgive. 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 5 From that blest source, propitious bope

And love tiy house of prayer; Appears serenely bright,
I sometimes go where others go, And sheds her soft and cheering beam-
But find no comfort there.

O'er sorrow's dismal night. 60, make this heart rejoice or ache, 6 Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord, Decide this doubt for me;

And, bless the friendly ray, And, if it be not broken, break;

Which ushers in the smiling morn And heal it if it be.

Of everlasting day.
HYMN 137. L. M. Watts's Lyrics. b HYMN 139. C. M. Cowper. *
Putney, Carthage.

Mear, Barby, St. Anns.
The penitent pardoned.

Submission. 1ΗΕ

Exoce from many soul, my sins, depart," O LORDel my best desires fulfi, Long have you dwelt too near my heart, | Life, health, and comfort to thy will, Hence, to eternal distance thee. And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Black heavy tho'ts like mountains roll 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, O'er my poor breast, with boding fears, Whose love forbids my fears? And crushing hard my tortur'd soul,

Or tremble at the gracious hand Wring through my eyes the briny tears. That wipes away my tears? 3 Forgive my treasons, Prince of grace, 3 No! let me rather freely yield The bloody Jews were traitors too,

What most I prize, to thee, Yet thou hast pray'd for that curs'd race,

Who never hast a good withheld, Father, they know not what they do." Nor wilt withhold from me. 4 Great Advocate, look down and see 4 Thy favour all my journey through.." A wretch, whose smarting sorrows bleed,

Thou, art engag'd to grant; O plead the same excuse for me! What else I want, or think I do, For, Lord, I knew not what I did. 'Tis better still to want. 5 Peace, my complaints ; let every groan 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way; Be still, and silence wait his love:

Shall I resist them both? Compassions dwell amidst his throne, A poor blind creature of a day, And through his inmost bowels move.

And crush' before the moth? 6 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! 6. But ah! my inmost spirit cries, Sweet the relief to deep distress !

Still bind me to thy sway; I feel the balm that heals my wounds,

Else the next cloud,that veils my skies, And all my powers adore thy grace.

Drives all these thoughts away. HYMN 138. C. M.

HYMN 140. C. M. Beddome. * Durham, York.

Abridge, Charmouth. Repentance from a view of the mercy of God. Resignation ; or, God our portion. 10 Wow, he wretched's sure retreat, 1 M'Great God Sare in toplanatori And with the cheerful smile of peace My choicest comforts come from thee, Revive the fainting soul;

And go at thy command. 2 Dicl ever thy propitious ear 2 I thou shouldst take them all away, The humble plea disdain?

Yet would I not repine ;

& or b


144, 145 Before they were possess'd by me, 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree, There were entirely thine.

Nor flattering words devise ; 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, They know the God of truth can see Though the whole world were gone,

Through every false disguise. But seek enduring happiness 4 They hate the appearance of a lie, In thee, and thee alone.

In all the shapes it wears,

Firm to their truth : and when they die, HYMN 141. C. M. Hervey.

Eternal life is theirs. St. Anns, Abridge. Resignation to God's unerring wisdom. HIYMN 144. L.M. Watts's Sermons. * THROUGH all the downward tracts Leeds, All Saints, Antigua. of time,

Trust and confidence. God's watchful eye surveys ;

soul, survey thy happiness, Or regulate our ways?

How richly is the gospel stor’d! 21 cannot doubt his bounteous love, What joy the promises afford! Immeasurably kind;

2“ All things are ours;" the gift of God, To his unerring, gracious will,

And purchas’d with our Saviour's blood, Be every wish resign'd.

While the good Spirit shows us how 3 Good when he gives, supremely good, To use and to enjoy them too.

Nor less when he denies; E'en crosses from his sovereign hand 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, Are blessings in disguise.

They help me,Lord, to speak thy aise :

If bread of sorrows be my food, HYMN 142. C.M. Kirkham. *orb Those sorrows work my real good. St. Martins, Stade.

4 I would not change my bless'd estate Self-denial; or, bearing the cross.

With all that fesh calls rich, or great ; D' and thea, ene cross for me IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame, And while my faith can keep her hold,

I envy not the sinner's gold. And shall I fear to own thy name, 5 Father, I wait thy daily will; Or thy disciple be?

Thou shalt divide my portion still: 2 Inspire my soul with life divine, Grant me,on earth, what seems thee best,

And make me truly bold; (shine, Till death and heaven reveal the rest. Let knowledge, faith, and meekness Nor love nor zeal grow cold.

HYMN 145. L. M. 3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame,

Green's Hundredth, Islington.
And treat me with disdain ;

True wisdom.
Still may I glory `in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.


The blessing of God's chosen race; 4To thee I cheerfully submit, The wisdom coming from above,

And all my powers resign; And faith that sweetly works by love. Let wisdom point out what is fit, And I'll no more repine.

2 Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her Aowery paths are peace,
IIYMN 143. C.M. Watts's Sermons. * Wisdom to silver we prefer,
Barby, Abridge.

And gold is dross compar'd with her.
Sincerity and cruth.
ET those who bear the Christian

13 He finds, who wisdom apprehends, 'L'heline holy vows fulfil: [name Ahlierbe or lite divine she is, The saints, the followers of the Lamb,

Set in the midst of paradise. Are men of honour still. 2 True to the solemn oaths they take, 4 Happy the man, who wisdom gains,

Though to their hurt they swear, In whose obedient heart she reigns ; Constant and just to all they speak, He owns, and will forever own,

For God and angels hear. Wisdom and Christ, and heaven are one,

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JIYMN 146. C. M. Watts's Sermons. * 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
Irish, Barby, St. Martins.

That calls thee from on high ;
Zeal ond fortitude.

'Tis his own hand presents the prize O I believe what Jesus saith,

To thine uplifted eye :

4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, Lord, make me bold to own my faith, Which shall new lustre boast, And practise virtue too.

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' 2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear,

gems Arm me with heavenly zcal, Shaly blend in common dust. That I may make thy power appear,

And works of praise fulfil.
3 If mon shall see my virtue shine,
And spread my name abroad,

Thine is tive power, the praise is thine,
My Saviour and my God.

HYMN 149. L. M. Cowper. 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet,

Portugal, Oporto.

The Christian. They cast their honours at thy feet, 'HTo make the Christian's name a And own their borrow'd rays.

praise :
HYDIN 147. C. M. Newton. * How fair the scene, liow clear the light,
Abridge, Mear.

That fills the remnant of his days.
Zeal, true and false.

2 A kingly character he bears, 1ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame No change his priestly office knows;

Unfading is the crown he wears, While that-which often bears the name,

His joys can never reach a close. Is self, in a disguise.

3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, 2 True zeal is merciful and mild,

Salvation shines upon his face; Can pity and forbear;

Ilis robe is of th' ethereal dye, The-false is headstrong, fierce and wild ; Ilis steps are dignity and grace.

And breathes revenge and war. 4 Inferior honours he disdains, 3While zeal for truth the Christian warms, Nor stoops to take applause from earth; He knows the worth of peace;

The King of kings himself maintains But sełf contends for names and forms, The expenses of his heavenly birth. Its party to increase.

5 The noblest creatures seen below, 4 Zcal has attain'l its highest aim, Ordain'd to fill a throne above ; Its end is satisfied,

God gives him all he can bestow, If sinners love the Saviour's name; His kingdom of eternal love!

Nor seeks it aught beside. 6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought! 5 But seif, however well employ’d, Methinks from earth I see him rise;

Has iis own ends in view ; Angels congratulate lis lot, And says, as boasting Jehu cried, And shout him welcome to the skies. Come, see what I can do."

Hynn 150. 8.7. D. Turner. * HYMN 14?. C. M. Doddridge. * Northampton Chapel, Sicilian Hymn. Christmas, Irish.

Supplicating-Jesus, thou Son of David, have Zeal and vigour in the Christian race.

, And press with vigour on: J Hear thy humble suppliant's cry; A heavenly race demands tliy zeal, Let me know thy great salvation: And an immortal crown.

See! I languish, faint, and die. 2 A cloud of witnesses around 2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, Hold thee in full survey:

Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, Forget the steps already trod, Prostrate at thy feet repenting, And cnward urge tliy way.

Serd, o send me quick relief!

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On the word thy blood hath sealed HYMN 153. wys. Cowper.
Hangs my everlasting all;

Bath-Abbey, Condolence.
Let thy arm be now revealed;

Welcoming the cro88. Stay, 0 stay me, lest I fall!


"Is my happiness below In the world of endless ruin,

Not to live without the Let it never, Lord, be said, But the Saviour's power to know, " Here's a soul that perishi?d sueing

Sanctifying every loss : the

Trials must and will befall; Sav'd! the deed shall spread new glory

But with humble faith to see Through the shining realms above! Love inscrib'd upon them all, Angels sing the pleasing story,

This is happiness to me.
All enraptur'd with thy love! 2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Hyun 151. C. M. Watts's Sermons. * These spring up, and choke the weeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil ;
Tisbury, Carthage.

Which would else o'erspread the The inward -witness of Christianity: Trials make the promise sweet ; [soil: WITNESS, ye saints, that Christ Trials give new life to prayer: is true;

Trials bring me to his feet, Tell how his name imparts Lay me low and keep me there.. The life of grace and glory too; Ye have it in your hearts.

HYMN 154. 8s. 2 The heavenly building is begun

Ham pton, Lambeth.
When ye receive the Lord ;

Faith fainting:
His hands shall lay the crowning stone,
And will perform liis word.

EN compass’d with clouds of distress, 3 Your souls are form’d by wisdom's rules, I pant for the light of thy face, Your joys and graces shine;

And fear it will never be mine: You need no learning of the schools, Dishearten'd with waiting so long,

To prove your faith divine. I sink at thy feet with my load ; 4 Let heathens scoff, and Jews oppose,

All paintive I pour out my song, Let Satan's bolts be hurl'd; [shows And stretch forth my hands unto God. There's something wrought within you 2 Shine, Lord ! and my terror shall cease : That Jesus saves the world.

The blood of. atonement apply ; HYMN 152. C.M. N'atis's Sörmons Xorb | And lead me to Jesus for peace,

The roc
Bedford, China, Barby.

that is higher than I :

Speak, Saviour! for sweet is thy voice,
Flesh and spirit.
THAT vain desires and passions Attend to my sorrows and cries,

Thy presence is fair to behold;
Attend this mortal clay! [vain
Oft have they pierc'd my soul with

My groanings that cannot be told. And drawn my heart astray. (pain, 3 Dear Lord, if thy love hath design'd 2 How have I wandered from my God, Ah! tell me how is it I find

No covenant blessing for ine, And follow'd sin and shame, In this vile world of flesh and blood Almighty to rescue thou art;

Some pleasure in waiting for thee? Defill my nobler name!

Thy grace


my shield and my tower: 3 Forever blessed be thy grace Come, succour and gladden my heart,

That forin'd my spirit new, Let this be the day of thy power. And made it of an heaven-born race, Tliy glory to pursue.

Hymn 155. C. M. Williams. 4 My spirit holds perpetual war,

Hymn Second, Mear.
And wrestles and complains,

And views the happy moment near 1W Hilst thee I seck, protecting Power!
That shall dissolve its chains.

Be my vain wishes still'd; 5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes And may this consecrated - hour To part with every lust,

With better hopes be fill'd. And charge my fesh whene'er it rise, 2Thy love the power of thought bestow'f. To leave them in the dust,

To thee my thoughts would soar SUPPLEMENT


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