5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
Are open'd by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' Almighty's throne.

6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' Eternal King,
That lays his anger by.

Before Reading the Scriptures.

1 COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire,
Let us thine influence prove ;
Source of the old prophetic fire,
Fountain of life and love.

2 Come, Holy Ghost, (for, mov'd by thee,
The prophets wrote and spoke ;)
Unlock the Truth, thyself the Key,
Unseal the sacred Book.

3 Expand thy wings, Celestial Dove,
Brood o'er our nature's night;
On our disorder'd spirits move,
And let there now be light.

through himself, we then shall know, thou within us shine;

And sound, with all thy saints below, The depths of love divine.

The Excellency of the Holy Scriptures. FATHER of mercies, in thy Word, What endless glory shines;

For ever be thy name ador'd
For these celestial lines.

Here may the wretched sons of want,
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heav'nly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys,

Attend the blissful sound.

O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight!

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!

5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred Word,
And view my Saviour there.

I LADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I fly to thee, my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears
But in thy written word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my griefs assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
Almost in ev'ry page.

3 This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown :
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes the pearl is own.

4 Here consecrated water flows
To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

5 This is the judge that ends the strife
Where wit and reason fail;

My guide to everlasting life
Through all this gloomy vale.

O may thy counsels, Mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.

HYMN XIV. L M.

The Gospel the Power of God to Salvation. I WHAT shall the dying sinner do

'That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind?

2 How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n,
Or form our natures fit for heav'n?
Can souls all o'er defil'd with sin
Make their own pow'rs and passions clean?

3 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh:
'Tis there such pow'r and glory dwell
As save rebellious souls from hell.

4 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up:
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.

Christ's Commission.

1 COME, happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious songs;
Come tender to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love
That pity'd dying men,

The Father sent bis 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.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.

5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds
And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.

6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offer'd grace:

We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.