7 18. 1 Our sin revives, and death and hell Dwell therefore in our hearts, Then shall we know, and praise, and love Improving the rapid Flight of Time.— Bankfield 116. Bethel 117. Salisbury 307. THE creature of a day, THE Abidance here below, How short, uncertain! no delay, 2 Each moment to the grave, I hasten who can help or save 3 Mine eyes are unto thee, To thee I lift my prayer; A worm of dust behold and see; 4 All that is past forgive, Let love constrain my heart; Applying to Mercy's Throne.-NEWTON. 18. 1 Bankfield 116. Isaiah 145. PART II. HUNGRY, and faint, and poor, Assembled at thy mercy's door, 2 Thy word invites us nigh, Armed and ready for Conflict.-C. WESLEY. 19. PART I. 1 HARK! how the watchmen cry! Stand to your arms! the foe is nigh! 2 Who bow to Christ's command, 4 All power to him is given: 5 Salvation, happiness, and heaven Only have faith in God; In faith your foes assail: Not wrestling against flesh and blood, 6 From thrones of glory driven, They throng the air, and darken heaven, Supplicating the Throne of Grace.-ANON. 19. 1 2 3 4 Bethel 117. Frome Woodlands 123. PART II. BEHOLD the throne of grace! There Jesus shows a smiling face, Which sprinkled round I see, My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold : Since his own blood for thee he spilt, Lord, open open wide; thou thy bounteous hand, 6 Thine image, Lord, bestow, 7 will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, 8 If thou these blessings give, And wilt my portion be, Cheerful, the world's poor toys I'll leave, Rejoicing in the Ways of God.-DODDRIDGE. 20. 1 West Ham 146. NOW Essex 248. Union Cottage 272. Sherburn 363. PART I. OW let our voices join Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways, 2 How straight the path appears, No lurking gins t'entrap our feet; 3 But flowers of paradise 5 In beauteous prospect rise; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Who marks the shining way! To Him who leads the wanderers on Faith.-BEDdome. 20. Sutton Colefield 139. Westminster 142. PART II. 1 FAITH! 'tis a precious grace, Where'er it is bestow'd: 2 3 It boasts of a celestial birth, It claims no merits of its own,- To him it leads the soul, When fill'd with deep distress; Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son The Meek beautified with Salvation. DODDRIDGE. 21. Cranbrook 119. Orpheus 131. Finsbury 155. 2 PART I. E humble souls, rejoice, Wake all your harmony of voice; That meek and lowly Lord, Whom here your souls have known, Pledges the honour of his word T'avow you for his own. 3 He brings salvation near, 4 For which his blood was paid! How beauteous shall your souls appear, Sing! for the day is nigh, When near your Saviour's seat, The tallest sons of pride shall lie |