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My soul hath gone too far astray ;

My feet too often slip;
Yet since I've not forgot thy way,

Restore thy wand'ring sheep.
Make me to walk in thy commands,

'Tis a delig ul road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against my God.

L. M.

235. Hope in the Covenant. How oft has sin and Satan strove

To rend my soul from thee, my God? But everlasting is thy love,

And Jesus seals it with his blood. The oath and promise of the Lord,

Join to confirm the wond'rous grace ; Eternal pow'r performs the word,

And fills all heav'n with endless praise. Amidst temptations sharp and long,

My soul to this dear refuge flies; Hope is my anchor firm and strong,

While tempests blow, and billows rise. The gospel bears my spirits up;

A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation for my hope,

In-oaths, and promises, and blood. 236. Salvation by Grace in Christ. Now to the pow'r of God supreme Be everlasting honours giv'n,

L. M.

He saves from hell, (we bless his name)
He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n.
Not for our duties or deserts,
But of his own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.
'Twas his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us grace in Christ his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
Jesus the Lord appears at last,
And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
He dies; and in that dreadful night
Did all the pow'rs of hell destroy;
Rising, he brought our heav'n to light,
And took possession of the joy.

237. Invitation. 8.7.
Fly ye sinners, to yon mountain,

There a purple stream doth flow; There you'll find an open fountain,

That will wash you white as snow. Never ponder o'er your meanness,

But to Caly’ry all repair;
There's the fountain for uncleanness,

And the worst is welcome there.
Come ye souls, by sin distressed,

Plunge by faith beneath this flood; Then you'll surely be released,

From the painful pond'rous load. Richly flow'd the crimson river,

Down Immanuel's lovely side, And that blood will you deliver.

Whensoever 'tis apply'd. Christ is ready to receive you,

See his bloody cross appear! From

your sins he will relieve you, And dissolve your ev'ry fear. O behold the Lord expiring,

See the suff’ring Lamb of God! And that love be much admiring, Which

appears in streams of blood,

238. Salvation completed by Christ. C. M.
J
ESUS, an unexampled friend,

One of exalted fame,
A great salvation undertakes,

And finishes the same.
Hell trembled at the grand design,

Oppos'd the glorious Son,
But he pursu'd the mighty work,

'Till the great All was done. Justice was fully satisíy'd;

Atonement,fully made ; The law was fully magnify’d,

And wondrous love display'd.

Salvation, thro' the finish'd work,
Strikes

my

attentive ear; While I believe the record true,

I lose each guilty fear, 'Tis finish'dWhat a sweet report!

What pleasure it affords ! O what a cordial to my heart,

Are Jesu's dying words ! 'Tis finish'dhe again repeats,

And at the blissful sound, Ten thousand evils die away,

And heav'nly joys abound. 239. Christ the Foundation of his Church.

C. M.

BEHOLD the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays
To build our heav'nly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise.
Chosen of God, 'to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,

Nor shall they suffer shame.
The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Reject it with disdain ;
Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain.
What tho' the gates of hell withstood ?

Yet must this building rise:
'Tis thine own work, Almighty God,

And wond'rous in our eyes.

240. Salvation by Grace. S. M.
Grace! 'lis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear :
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear,
Grace first contriv'd a way

To save rebellious man ;
And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wondrous plan.
'Twas grace that wrote my name

In thy eternal book ; 'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,

Who all my sorrows took.
Grace forc'd my wand'ring feet

To tread the heav'nly road ;
And new supplies each hour I meet,

While pressing on to God.
Grace taught my soul to pray,

And made my eyes o'erflow; 'Twas grace which kept me to this day,

And will not let me go.
Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days ;
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,

And well deserves the praise.
O let thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine !
May all my pow'rs to thee aspire,

And all my days be thine.

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