Saints in the Hands of Christ.

FIRM as the earth thy gospel stands,
My Lord, my hope, my trust;

If I am found in Jesu's hands
My soul can ne'er be lost.

2 His honour is engag'd to save
The meanest of his sheep;
All that his heav'nly Father gave
His hands securely keep.

3 Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove His fav'rites from his breast;

In the dear bosom of his love
They must for ever rest.

HYMN XVII.

Salvation by Grace.

S. M.

1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;

Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contriv'd the way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

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L. M.

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fere mere s bodiess ocean flows, crearse our guit, and heal our woes; Fyrtor and like, and endless peace; How not the gift! how free the grace! „ord, we accept with thankful beart, The bone try gracious words impart ; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, Apc hiess the kind inviting voice.

Dear Saviour, let thy pow'rful love,
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence ev'ry breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, &c.

BURY'D in shadows of the night,

We lie, till Christ restores the light; Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind.

Our guilty souls shrink back in fear, Till his atoning blood appear; Then we awake in deep distress, And sing, The Lord, our Righteousness! 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin; His Spirit makes our nature clean: Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, pow'r, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we

Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Invitation to the Gospel.

1 LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice ;

The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join!
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

5 Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our endless mis'ries are,
And boundless as our sins.

6 The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day:

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

1 HOW heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Cill Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise!

2 Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heav'n;
But in his righteousness array'd
We see our sins forgiv'n.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways;
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

4 The pow'rs of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

5 Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God;

Thy sov'reign pow'r, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.