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'A Let angels prostrate fall;
The Sovereign of your heart proclaim, Nor to my eyes is light so dear, And bow before his throne.
Nor friendship half so sweet, 2 Behold your King, your Saviour,crown'd 4 Thy grace shalldwell upon my heart
, With glories all divine ;
And shed its fragrance there; And tell the wond'ring nations round, The noblest balm of all its wounds, flow bright those glories shine.
The cordial of its care. 3 Infinite power, and boundless grace 5 I'll speak the honours of thy name In him unite their rays;
With my last lab'ring breath; You, that have e'er beheld his face, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms Can you forbear his praise ?
The antidote of death. 4 When in his earthly courts we view The glories of our King,
Hymn 67. L. M. Steele, or b We long to love as angels do,
German, Portugal, Fountain. And wish like them to sing.
Physician of souls. 50, happy period ! glorious day! DEEP_
EEP are the wounds which sin las
made; When heaven avd earth shall raise,
Where shall the sinner and a cure? With all their powers, the raptur'd lay, în vain, alas! is nature's aid; To celebrate thy praise.
The work exceeds all nature's power. HYMN 65. C. M. Duncan. *2 And can no sovereign balm be found? Marlboro', Tisbury, Exeter.
And is no kind physician nigh, The spiritual coronation.
To ease the pain, and heal the wound, LL-HAİL the power of Jesus' name! Ere life and hope forever fly?
3 There is a great physician near: Bring forth the royal diadem, Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
And crown him. Lord of all. See in his heavenly smiles appear 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
Such ease as nature cannot give! A remnant weak and small! 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Hail him, who saves you by his grace, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow;
And crown him Lord of all. . 'Tis only this dear sacred food 3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo,
The wormwood and the gall; HYMN 68. L. M. Steele. Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
China, Quercy, Bath. And crown him Lord of all.
Suviouraihe only one. 4. Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball,
Whence all our hope and comforts To him all majesty, ascribe, Jesus, no other name but thine (tlow;
And crown him Lord of all. Can save us from eternal wo. 50, that with yonder sacred throng, 2 In vain would boasting reason find
We at his feet may fall; The way to happiness and God; We'll join the everlasting song,
Her weak directions leave the mind And crown him Lord of all. Bewilder'd in a dubious road.
3 No other name will Heaven approve : HYMN 66. C.M. Doddridge. * Thoù art the true, the living way,
Mear, Barby, St. Asaphs.
Ordain’d by everlasting love, 1
To the bright realms of endless day. 'Tis music to my ear ;
HYMN 69. L. M. Cennick. Fain would I sound it out so loud
Portugal, China, Quercy, That earth and heaven might hear.
Way to Canaan, 2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul! 1 TESUS, my all, to heaven is gone; My transport and my trust :
He, wbom I fix my hopes upon! Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, His track I see, and I'll pursue And gold is sordid dust.
The narrow way till bira I view. my capacious powers can wish, 2 The way the holy prophets went, thee doth richly meet ; The road that leads from banishment; And say,
10. My death medeemers praise !
The king's highway of holiness, They are ransom'd from the grave, I'll go; for all his paths are peace. Life eternal they shall have: 3 This is the way I long have sought,
With them number'd may we be, And mourn'd because I found it not;
Now and through eternity: My grief, and burden, long has been 2 God did love them, in his Son, Because I could not cease from sin.: Ere creation was begun; 4 The more I strove against its power, They the seal of this receive, I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, When on Jesus they believe: Till late I heard my Saviour say,
With them, &c. “Come hither, soul, I am the way." 3 They are justify'd by grace, 5 Lo! glad I come! and thou, blest Lamb, They enjoy a solid peace; Shalt take me to thee as I am:
All their sins are wash'd away, My sinful self to tiee I give !
They shall stand in God's great day. Nothing but love shall I receive.
With them, &c. 6 Then will I tell to sinners round 4 They have fellowship with God, What a dear Saviour I have found; Through the Mediator's blood; I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
One with God, through Jesus one, “ Behold the way to God!" Glory is in them begun:
With them, &c. HY:IN 70, C. M. Hartford Coll. *
5 They alone are truly blestIrish, St. Martins, Devizes.
Heirs with God, joint heirs with Christ; Praise to the Redeemer. They with love and peace are fill'd; FOR a thousand tongues to sing They are by his Spirit seal’d:
With them number'd may we be, The glories of iny-God and King, Now and through eternity.
The triumphs of his grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God, HYMN 72, L. M. S. Syennett. Wie Assist nue to proclaim,
Portugal, Shoel. Tospread through all the carth abroad Christi:ins the suns of God. The honours of thy name.
OT all the nobles of the earth, 3 Jesus, the name that calins our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease ; Such real dignity can claim, 'Tis musick in the sinner's ears; As those who bear the Christian name.
"Tis life, and health, and peace. 12 To them the privilege is given, 4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, "To be the sons and heirs of heaven ;
He sets the prisoner free;
Sons of the God who reigns on high, His blood ayail'd for me.
And heirs of joys beyond the sky. 5 Let us obey, we then shall know, 3 When, through temptation, they rebel, Shall feel our sins forgiven;
His chast’ning rod he makes them feel; Anticipate our heaven below, Then, with a father's tender heart, And own that love is heaven. He soothes the pain, and heals the smart.
4 Their daily wants his hands supply, Their steps he guards with watchful eye,
Leads them from earth to heaven above, DOCTRINES OF THE GOSPEL, And crowns them with eternal love.
5 If I've the honour, Lord, to be ADOPTION.
One of this numerous family,
On me the gracious gift bestow, HYMN 71. 7. Humphreys.
To call thee Abba, Father! too. Finedon, Turin, Hotham.
6 So may my conduct ever prove The privileges of the sons of God. My filial piety and love!
LESSED are the sons of God, while all my brethren clearly trace
14 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive: HYMN-73. C. M. Watt:'s Sermoris. *
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give :
Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; The way to make the conscience clean,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise ! Or heal the p inful wound. 2 In vain we seek for peace with God
COMMUNION WITII GOD.
HYMN 75. C. M. Cowper.
York, St. Anns. 3 The threatenings of thy broken law
Walking with God. If God his sword of vengeance draw, Impress our souls with dread; / 'O FOR a closer walk with God, It strikes our spirits dead.
A light to shine upon the road, 4 But thine illustrious sacrifice
That leads me to the Lamb! Hath answer'd these demands,
2 Where is the blessedness I knew And peace and pardon from te skies When first I saw the Lord;
Come down by Jesus' hands. Where is the soul-refreshing view 5 Here, all the ancient types agree,
Of Jesus, and his word? The altar and the lamb; 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ! And prophets in their visions see
How sweet their memory still! Salvation through his name.
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill. 6'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord ; 'T'is on thy cross we rest;
4 Return, () holy dove! return, Forever be thy love ador’d,
Sweet messenger of rest! Thy name forever blest,
I hate the sins that made thee niourn,
And drove thee from my breast. HYMN 74. 8's and 7's. Luk H. Coll. * 5 Tbe dearest idol I have known,
Sicilian Hymn, Love Divine.
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne, ", Hail! thou Galilean King!
And worship only thee. Thou didst suffer to release us; 6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Thou didst free salvation bring: Calm and serene my frame; Hail, thou agonizing Saviour,
So purer liglit shall mark the road. Bearer of our sin and shame! That leads me to the Lamb, By thy merits we find favour;
Life is given through thy name. HYMN 76. C.M. Wistro's Sermons. * or b 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
St. Davids, Abridge. All our sins on tliee were laid:
O that I kuew where I might find him. By almighty love anointed,
Sins and sorrows laid before God. Thou hast full atonement, made : All thy people are forgiven
THAT I knew the secret place, O
Where I might find my God; Through the virtue of thy blood ; i'd spread my wants before his face, Open'd is the gate of heaven;
And pour my woes abroad. Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
21'd tell him how my sins arise, 3 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
What sorrows I sustain ;
How grace decays, and comfort dies, Seated at thy Father's side :
And leaves my heart in pain. There for sinners thou art pleading : 3 He knows what arguments I'd take,
There thou dost our place prepare; To wrestle with my God; Ever for us interceding,
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, Till in glory we appear.
And for my Saviour's blood.
4. My God will pity my complaints,
HYMN 79. S. M. Doddridge. * 5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
Shirland, Pelham. And banish every fear;
Salvation by grace from the first to the last, He calls thee to his throne of grace,
RACE! 'tis a charming sound; To spread thy sorrows there.
Harmonious to the ear!
Heaven with the echo shall resound, DEPRAVITY,
And all the earth shall hear. Hymn 77. L.M. Watts’s Lyrics.X or b 2 Grace first contrived the way German, Eaton.
To save rebellious man; Original sin; or, the first and second Adam. And all the steps that grace display DAM, our father and our head, Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace led my roving feet us dead: The fiery law speaks all despair,
To tread the heavenly load; There's no reprieve or pardon there.
And new supplies, each hour, I meet,
While pressing on to God. 2 Call a bright council in the skies ;
4 Grace all the work shall crown, Seraphs, the mighty and the wise, Speak; are you strong to bear the load, It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
Through everlasting days; The weighty vengeance of a God?
And well deserves the praise. 31n vaia we ask; for all around Stand silent through the heav'nly ground;
HYMN 80.C. M. There's not a glorious mind above
Irish, Cambridge. Has half the strength or half the love. By the grace of God I am what I am. 4 But, O! unmeasurable grace! 1 TREAT God, 'tis from thy soveTh’ eternal Son takes Adam's place :
reign gracę Down to our world the Saviour flies, That all my blessings flow; Stretches his arıns, and bleeds, and dies. Whate'er. I am, or do possess, 5 Amazing work ! look down, ye skies ! I to thy mercy owe. Wonder and gaze with all your eyes ; 2 'Tis this my powerful lusts control, Ye saints below, and saints above, And pardons all my sin ; (soul, All bow to this mysterious love. Spreads life and comfort through my HYMN 78. C. M. S. Stennett. b
And makes my nature clean. Dorset, York, Wareham.
3 'Tis this upholds me whilst Į live, Indwelling sin lamented.
Supports me when I die; 1 With tears of anguis, lament, and hence ten thousand saints receive
Their all, as well as l.
JUSTIFICATION. 2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been: HYMN 81. L. M. Ripporz's Selec. *orb So faithless to its promises,
Human righteousness insufficient to justify. So prone to every sin !
HEREWITA, O Lord, shall I 3 My reason tells me thy commands
Are holy, just, and true ; Or bow myself before thy face? Teils me whate'er my God demands, How, in thy purer eyes, appear?
Is his most righteous due. 'What shall I bring to gain thy grace? 4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh, 2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high? and all her words approve;
Will multiplied oblations please? But still I find it hard t obey, Thousands of rams his favour buy? And harder yet to love.
Or slaughtered millions e'er appease ? 5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 3 Can these assuage the wrath of God?
These strugglings in my breast? Can these wash out my guilty stain? When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, Rivers of oil, or seas of blood
And give my conscience rest? Alas! they all must flow in vi
4 What have I, then, wherein to trust?4 Thy pard’ning love, so free, so sweet, I nothing hare, I nothing am; Dear Saviour, I adore ; Excluded is my every boast,
o keep me at thy sacred feet, My glory swallow'd up in shame. And let me rovē no more. 5 Guilty, I stand before thy face ; My sole desert is hell and wrath ; [place: HYMN 84. S. M. Watts's Lyrics. b T'were just the sentence should take
Aylesbury, l'stic. But o, I plead my Saviour's death? Conf-ssion and piirdon. 61 plead the merits of thy Son,
Y sorrows, like a food, Who died for sinners on the tree;
Impatient of restraint, I plead his righteousness alone ;
Into thy bosom, O my God! O put the spotless robe on me.
Pour out a long cornplaint.
2 This impious heart of mine HYMN 82. L. M. Wesley.
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.
3 (l'ercome by dying love,
Here cross I lie,
And weep, and love, and die. 2 When from the dust of death I rise,
4 “Rise," saith the Saviour,
s rise! To take my mansion in the skies;
“Behold my wounded veins ! E'en then shall this be ail my plea,
" Here flows a sacred crimson Hood, 66 Jesus hath Liv'd and died for ine."
“ To wash away thy stains.” 3 Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
5 See, God is reconciled ! Thus all the armies bought with blood, Let joyful cherubs clap their wings,
Behold his smiling, face!
Aud" sound aloud his grace. 4 This spotless robe the same appears
HYMN 85. L. M. Doddridge. The robe of Christ is ever new.
Quercy, Blendon, Angels Hymn. 50 let the dead now hear thy voice ! Noah preserved in the ark, and the beBid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice!
liever in Christ. Their beauty this
, their glorious dress," THE deluge, at the Almighty's cali Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness,
In fell; Swallow'd the mountains in its rage,
And swept a guilty world to hel]. PARDON.
| 2 Yet Noah, humble, happy saint !
Surrounded with a chosen few,
Sat in his ark, secure from fear,
And sang the grace that steer'd him thro'. Pardoning love.
3 So may I sing, in Jesus safe, 1 HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart while storms of sengeance round me fall;
Has wander'd from the Lord! Conscious how high my hopes are fix'd, How oft my roving thoughts depart, Beyond what shakes this earthly ball. Forgetful of his word?
4 Enter thine ark, while patience wait, 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return:" Nor ever quit that sure retreat,
Dear Lord, and may I come! Then the wide food, which buries earth, My vile ingratitude 1 mourn ; Shall waft thee to a fairer seat.
o take the wanderer home. 3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
HYMN 86. C. M. And bid my crimes remove?
ORD,hast thou made me know thy