Solo or Semi-chorus.

2 Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of Heaven ;-
Chorus.

But in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

Solo or Semi-chorus.

3 Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways:
Chorus.

His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.

Solo or Semi-chorus.

4 The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain ;
Chorus.

He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

Chorus.

mp 5 Lord, we adore thy ways, To bring us near to God

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Thy sovereign power-thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

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PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day!

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief:

He saw-and-oh, amazing love!-
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled,

Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

f" 4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,

And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels! assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;

But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

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HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin-how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

p 2 But hark! a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word-

mf 'Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord.'

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3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief ;

I would believe thy promise, Lord;
Oh help iny unbelief.

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:

mf Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Saviour, and my all.

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Barby. Spencer.

GREAT King of glory and of grace!
We own, with humble shame,
How vile is our degenerate race,
And our first father's name.
2 We live estranged, afar from God,
And love the distance well;
With haste we run the dangerous road,
That leads to death and hell.

3 And can such rebels be restored!
Such natures made divine!
Let sinners see thy glory, Lord,
And feel this power of thine.

mf 4 We raise our Father's name on high,
Who his own Spirit sends,

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To bring rebellious strangers nigh,

And turn his foes to friends.

ALL-GLORIOUS God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise!
What ardent love and zeal are due,

While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fallen-oh how low!

Just on the brink of endless wo;

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When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,-
3 Scattered the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heavenly light!
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impoverished and undone !

4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;

Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state.

BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light ;-
Chorus.

Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Semi-chorus.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears :—

Chorus.

Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing "the Lord our righteousness."

Death in Trespasses and Sins.

HOW helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of her load!

The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine,
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall

From reason's darkened eyes;

4 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live:

A beam of heaven-a vital ray,

'Tis thine alone to give.

Aff 5 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,

And give them life divine;

Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.

L. M. Medway. Sunderland.

60 Grief for the Sins and Miseries of Men. Aff ARISE, my tender thoughts, arise;

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Let torrents drown my weeping eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human beings sunk in shame;
See scandals poured on Jesus' name;
See God insulted through his Son,

The world abused-the soul undone.
3 My heart with reverence hears thy word,
And trembles at thy threatenings, Lord;
I know the wretched, dreadful end,
To which their careless steps descend.
4 But feeble my compassion proves,
It can but weep, where most it loves;
Great God, thy saving grace employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.

God's Purpose of Mercy.

THE Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne:
Mercy and justice are the names
By which he will be known.

2 Ye dying souls, that sit

In darkness and distress,
Look from the borders of the pit
To his recovering grace.

mf 3 Sinners shall hear the sound;
Their thankful tongues shall own,
Their righteousness and strength are found
In thee, O Lord, alone.

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4 In thee shall Israel trust,

And see their guilt forgiven;

Thou wilt pronounce the sinners just,
And take the saints to heaven.

MAY not the sovereign Lord on high
Dispense his favors as he will;
Choose some to life, while others die,
And yet be just and gracious still?

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2 Shall man reply against the Lord,
And call his Maker's ways unjust,
The thunder of whose dreadful word
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust?
3 But, O my soul, if truths so bright
Should dazzle and confound thy sight,
Yet still his written will obey,
And wait the great decisive day.

Object of Christ's Advent.
NOT to condemn the sons of men,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there
2 Such was the pity of our God,
He loved the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.
3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word;
Trust in his mighty name, and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.

COME, happy souls-approach your God
With new, melodious songs;
Come, render to almighty grace

The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange-so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed
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, come and heal your wounds;
Come, wipe your sorrows dry;

Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.