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3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

HYMN 113. 8s & 7s.


Calvary. [b]

Mark x, 43.

Suppliant Address to the Saviour.
ESUS, 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, O 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 scaled,
Hangs my everlasting all;
Let thine arm be now revealed,
Stay, O stay me, lest I fall!

e 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!"

• 10 Sav'd--the deed shall spread new glory Thro' the shining realms above;

8 Angels sing the pleasing story, All enraptur'd with thy love.

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

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.

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.

1HAIL, mighty Jesus, how divine,

Is thy victorious sword!

The stoutest reb 1 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 O may my humble soul be found,
Among that favour'd band;

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

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HYMN 116. L. M. Bath. [*] Revival of Religion hoped for. THILE I to grief my soul give way, To see the work of God decline, -Methought I heard the Saviour say, g Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. -2 "Tho' 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,

"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. iii, 16, 17. HE Lord on mortal worms looks down, 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.

8 "When deluges of fiery wrath

"My foes away shall bear ;

"That hand which strikes the wicked thro',


"Shall all my children spare."


HYMN 118. C. M. Windsor. [b]

Prayer for spiritual Healing.

To thee I bring my case;
HOU great Physician of the soul,

My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace.

2 Help me to state my whole complaint;

But where shall I begin?

Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint,

This worse 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 folly, 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.)

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?

HYMN 119. L. P. M.

Sheffield. [b*]

Efficacy of God's Word. Jer. xxiii, 29.

e1 W We hear the thunders of thy word;

WITH rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord,

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 thro';
g While loud this awful voice makes known
The wonders which thy sword hath done,
a And what thy vengeance yet shall do.
o 3 So spread the honours of thy name;
g The terrours of a God proclaim;
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 captives feel,

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


HYMN 120. C. M.


Abridge. Barby. [*]

Light and Glory of the Word.

1T and brings the truth to light;
HE Spirit breathes upon the word,

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 heav'nly day.

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

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



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

Sabbath Morning.

AFELY through another week,
God has brought us on our way;

Let us now a blessing seck,

Waiting in his courts to-day:

o 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.

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