3 In honour to his name
Reflect that sacred light,
And loud that grace proclaim
Which makes thy darkness bright;
Pursue his praise

In worlds above, till sov'reign love
The glory raise.

4 There, on his holy hill,
A brighter sun shall rise,
And with his radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies;

While round his throne

In nobler spheres ten thousand stars
His influence own.

HYMN 399. C. M.

PERP

ERPETUAL Source of light and grace!
We hail thy sacred name;

Through ev'ry year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same

2 On us, all-worthless as we are,
Its wond'rous mercy pours;
Sure as the heaven's establish'd course,
And plenteous as the show'rs.

3 Inconstant service we repay,

And treach'rous vows renew;
False as the morning's scatt'ring cloud,
And transient as the dew.

4 Low at thy feet our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.

5 Arm'd with this energy divine
Our souls shall constant provė,
And, with increasing transport, press
On to thy courts above.

6 So, by thy power, the morning sun
Pursues his radiant way,
Brightens each moment in his race,
And shines to perfect day.

HYMN 400. L. M.

Reliance on God's Compassion to Human Weakness,
REAT God! if nature, weak and frail,

G To strong temptations oft gives way;

If doubt or passion should prevail

O'er wandering reason's feeble ray; 2 On thy compassion I reiy:

Let not thy frowns my faults reprove;
Regard me with a father's eye,

And guide me with a father's love. BLACKLOCK.
HYMN 401. C. M.

Want of Religious Zeal lamented.

LONG have I sat beneath the sound

Of thy salvation, Lord!
Yet still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!

2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;

What faint impressions of thy grace
My languid powers retain !

3 How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How long my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!

4 Great God! thy gracious aid impart
To give thy word success;
Write all its precepts on my heart,
And deep its truths impress.

5 0 speed my progress in the way
That leads to joys on high;

Where knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.

WATTS.

Hearing the voice of God's rod.

ATTEND, my soul, with reverent awe,

The dictates of thy God;

Silent and trembling hear the voice
Of his appointed rod.

2 Now let me search and try thy ways,
And prostrate seek his face;

Conscious of guilt, before his throne
In dust my soul abase.

3 Teach me, my God! what's yet unknown,
And all my crimes forgive;
Those crimes I would no more repeat,
But to thy honour live.

4 My wither'd joys too plainly show
That all on earth is vain;

In God my wounded heart confides
True rest and bliss to gain.

5 Father! I wait thy gracious call
To leave this mournful land,
And bathe in rivers of delight
That flow at thy right hand.

Mercy to the Penitent.

DODDRIDGE.

THOU, the wretched's sure retreat,
Who dost our cares control,

And, with the cheerful smile of peace,

Revive the fainting soul!

2 Did ever thy propitious ear

The humble plea disdain ?

Or when did plaintive misery sigh,
Or supplicate in vain ?

3 Oppress'd with grief and shame, dissolv'd
In penitential tears,

Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts,
And dissipates our fears.

4 New life from thy refreshing grace
Our sinking hearts receive;
Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute,
To pity and forgive.

5 From that best source, propitious hope
Appears serenely bright,

And sheds her soft and cheering beam
O'er sorrow's dismal night.

6 Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord!
And bless the friendly ray,

Which ushers in the smiling morn

Of everlasting day.

HYMN 404.

MRS. CARTER.

C. M.

Peace to the Returning Penitent.

SWEET is the friendly voice that speaks

The words of life and peace;

Which bids the penitent rejoice,

And sin and sorrow cease.

2 No healing balm on earth like this
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flatt'ring dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.

3 Thou still art merciful and kind;
Thy mercy, Lord, reveal:

The broken heart 'tis thou canst bind,
The wounded spirit heal.

4 Let thy bright presence, Lord, restore
Peace to my anxious breast:

Conduct me in the path that leads
To everlasting rest.

JERVIS.

The guilty Mind relieved by the Hope of Forgiveness. HILE with remorse and wo oppress'd,

The broken heart, the troubled mind.
In God alone shall succour find.

2 'Tis his the wounds of vice to heal;
The charms of mercy to reveal ;
He grants the penitent relief,

And cheers the soul o'erwhelm'd with grief.

3 When, by temptation's billows tost,
On rocks of ruin well nigh lost;
Still, hope, the anchor of the soul,
Shall folly's beating wave control.
4 To all the world's delusive joys,
Ensnaring wiles, and empty noise,
The sinner bids a long farewell,
And loves with purity to dwell.
5 In her secure and calm retreat,
He now enjoys a tranquil state;
Conscious that God will deign to hear
The contrite, humble, and sincere.

HYMN 406. S. M.

Forgiveness of Sin upon Confession.

BLESSED souls are they,
Whose sins are cover'd o'er;
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more!

2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit,
Shall prove their souls sincere.
While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
But I renounc'd my former sins,
And peace and pardon found.

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Let sinners learn to pray;
Let saints keep near the throne ;
Our help in time of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.

JERVIS.

WATTS.