o He raises monarchs to their thrones, And sinks them as he please.) e o 4 If light attends the course I run, 'Tis he provides those rays! e And 'tis his hand that hides my sun, If darkness clouds my days. -5 Yet I could not be much concern'd, The volumes of his deep decrees, 1 [7 HYMN 100. L. M. Carthage. [b] Presence of Christ the Life of my Soul. H How it distracts and tears my heart, TOW full of anguish is the thought,— If God at last, my sov'reign Judge, 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon 8 The strings that twine about my heart, Tortures and racks may tear them off; But they can never, never part With their dear hold of Christ, my Love.) 10 Impossible!-For thine own hands 1 W HYMN 101. C. M. Bangor. [*] The World's three chief Temptations. 3 While others starve the nobler mind, They rob the serpent of his food, 4 The pleasures that allure our sense 5 God is mine all-sufficient good, 6 In vain the world accosts my ear, I cannot buy your bliss so dear, 1 HYMN 102. L. M. Armley. [b*] [O, I'll repine at death no more, To the cold dungeon of the grave, These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. e 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust:o My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just. s 3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, o Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; And hear the language of those lips, 1 [ St. Ann's. [*] Christ's Commission. John iii, 16, 17. NOME, happy souls, approach your God, With new melodious songs; CO Come, tender to Almighty grace The tributes of your tongues. e 2 So strange, so boundless was the love, That pity'd dying men, The Father sent his equal Son, To give them life again. -3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd With a revenging rod; No hard commission to perform The vengeance of a God. e 4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, o When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down. -5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry; o Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die. e 6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace; o We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.] 1 HYMN 104. S. M. Peckham. [*] Christ's Mediation. RTo an immortal tune; AISE your triumphant songs • Let the wide earth resound the deeds, Ο e Celestial grace has done. 2 Sing how Eternal Love Its chief Beloved chose; And bid him raise our ruin'd race, 3 His hand no thunder bears, No terrour clothes his brow; 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, e - 6 Lord, we obey thy call; To the salvation thou hast brought; e 1 HYMN 105. C. M. Reading. [b] Repentance flowing from Divine Patience. ND are we wretches yet alive! A And do we yet rebel! e 'Tis boundless-'tis amazing love,- 2 The burden of our weighty guilt, d 3 Almighty goodness cries-Forbear! e And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? p 4 Lord, we have long abus'd thy love, Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see o 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand, HYMN 106. C. M. Isle of Wight. Bangor. [b] Repentance at the Cross. P1OH, if my soul was form'd for wo, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, 2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord, For thee, my soul, for thee. ---3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine, Those sins, that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh, d 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, e 5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, • I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd❜rers too. HYMN 107. C. M. Windsor. [*] Everlasting Absence of God intolerable. T hour When I must stand before my Judge, e 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, d How could I bear to hear thy voice e 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so distress my ear, |