0 1 HYMN 317. L. M. JESU Blendon. [*] -4 The more I strove against their power, 5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb, Nothing but sin I thee can give; 8 6 Then will I tell to sinners round, e 1 CENNICK. HYMN 318. C. M. Stephens. [*] O H help us, Lord! each hour of need Help us in thought, and word, and deed, 2 Oh help us, through the prayer of faith, For still the more thy servant hath, 3 If, strangers to thy fold, we call, The crumbs that from thy table fall, 'Tis all we dare entreat. 4 But be it, Lord of mercy, all, So thou wilt grant but this; The crumbs that from thy table fall, SELECT. 17 5 Oh help us, Jesus! from on high; We know no help but thee: Oh help us so to live and die As thine in heaven to be. HYMN 319. C. M. Woodstock. MILMAN. [b] 1 HOW shall my soul find rest in heaven, Th' eternal, blest abode ? When," without holiness, no man 2 Though I have nothing of my own, o 3 Hear thou, my soul, his teaching voice; Observe the guiding of his eye, And precepts of his will. 4 Then shall the robe thy Saviour wrought, Be made thy title to the rest 8 1 HYMN 320. S. M. Tolland. [*] Salvation by Grace, from the first to the last. G u Heaven with the echo shall resound, 8 2 Grace first contrived the way 3 Grace led my roving feet And new supplies each hour I meet, 4 Grace all the work shall crown, u It lays in heaven the topmost stone, DODDRIDGE. HYMN 321. P. M. Bingham. [b or *] Bartimeus. Mark x, 47, 48. P1 "ME ERCY, O thou Son of David!" Others by the word are saved, o Now to me afford thine aid: Many for his crying chid him, o But he called the louder still; e Till the gracious Saviour bid him "Come and ask me what you will." e 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging used to live; But he asked, and Jesus granted, Alms, which none but he could give: 66 Lord, remove this grievous blindness, "Let my eyes behold the day;" Straight he saw, and, won by kindness, Followed Jesus in the way. s 3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising, Publishing to all around; S "Friend, is not my case amazing? 1 1 NEWTON. HYMN 322. C. M. Warwick. [*] "Herein is Love." 1 John iv, 10. E saints, assist me in my song Yet all your passions move: To Jesus all the notes belong- e 2 Around the circle of his friends, And while he lived, his constant theme p 3 Gently he raised his sacred hands, And the last whispers of his tongue 4 Through life's wide waste, with weary feet, But never can my heart forget Redeeming, dying love. -5 Oh that before his sacred throne, I all its sweets may prove : Still as my pleasures rise, my song COLLYER. HYMN 323. C. M. Stamford. [*] P1 When but one sinner turns, And with an humble, broken heart, s 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below o 3 Well pleased the Father sees and hears s 4 Nor angels can their joys contain, "The sinner lost is found," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. s 1 HYMN 324. C. M. NEEDHAM. Abridge. [*] HAPPY soul that lives on high, 2 His conscience knows no secret stings, To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. e 3 He waits in secret on his God, His God in secret sees; s Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heavenly peace. 4 His pleasures rise fron: things unseen, Beyond this world of time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb. 5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne, Content and pleased to live alone, WATTS. o 1 HYMN 325. C. M. Lanesboro'. [*] THRICE HRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven, e Humbly begin their days with God, 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal And, while the world our hands employs, 4 At night we lean our weary heads o 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, Nor shall I then impatient wish, P 1 Broomsgrove. [*] Christian Love. HYMN 326. C. M. HOW OW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfill his word ; -2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, When sorrows flow from eye to eye, 3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Each can his brother's failings hide, b 4 Let love, in one delightful stream, And union sweet, and dear esteem, 5 Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heaven, who finds SWAIN. |