And always keep it clean and fair ;
And never let it once be told,
The truth by us was ever sold.

Η

HYMN 41. C. M.

The Happy Man.

Hand spirit duly aw'd;

APPY the man whose will is bow'd,

Who is resign'd in heart and mind,
Unto the will of God.

2 Happy the man that humble is,'
And doth not one disdain,
That ne'er envies, nor doth dispise,
None of his fellow men.

3 Happy the man that wears Christ's yoke, And has a lowly mind;

Who is not easily provok'd,

Great peace he then shall find.

4 Happy the man that is not mov'd
With all the ups and downs
Of this vain world, but lives above
Its flatteries and frowns.

5 Happy the man that's wing'd with faith,
Whose heart is fir'd with love;
Who ran and fled to take the prize,
That is laid up above.

HYMN 42. L. M.

The name of Christ, most sweet.

HAT name to me sounds ever sweet,

Where grace and truth doth always meet:

Where right'ousness doth peace embrace,
And opens wide a store of grace.

2 A meeting place it is indeed,
Where mercy meets the sinner's need,
And opens wide a gracious store,
Sufficient to relieve the poor.

3 Hark! don't you hear the heav'nly call?
It soundeth loud, it is to all;

To high and low, to bond and free,

That none may say,

"'tis not for me.

4 "Ho! every one that thirsts (he cries)
"Here's wine and milk, in large supplies:
"Come now to me and drink your fill,
""Tis free for whosoever will.

5 "Come now receive, I ask no pay,
"But freely give it all away,
"To all that do my word believe,
"And freely now my grace receive."

HYMN 43.

Christ the all-sufficient Saviour.

I AM that Lathe

Saith Christ the dear Lamb,

What think ye, O sinners,

Of this wond'rous name?

2 If now you enquire
With earnest desire,
And say to know him
Our hearts are on fire-

3 My master replies,

I am will suffice

Thy wants, O poor sinner,
Who unto him flies.

4 I am to the blind

The light of their mind; And feet to the cripple,

And strength they shall find..

5 If sin is thy grief

I am thy relief;

A Saviour I am, to
Poor sinners the chief.

6 O sinners give ear,

What fulness is here?
O! who would not come to
A Saviour so dear.

7 He saw, from his throne,›
Poor sinners undone ;

And their lives to ransom
He gave up his own.

8 He came from above
The cause to remove :
And yet shall we slight such
Unspeakable love?

9 If we like the Jews,

His kindness' refuse, Tis plain that destruction We wilfully chuse.

10 But O! ye oppress'd,
Whom sin hath distress'd,

Come, come unto Jesus
And you shall have rest.

11 Methinks one doth cry,

"Such sinber am I, "I dare not, I dare not, "To Jesus draw nigh."

12 Christ answers again,
"Thy doubting refrain;
"Come, come unto me, and
I'll purge ev'ry stain."

13" Whate'er is thy case,
"Come now and embrace

"My purchas'd salvation,

"And thou shalt have peace."

HYMN 44.

The Wandering Pilgrim.

"AND'RING Pilgrims, Mourning, Christians
Weak and tempted Lambs of Christ,

Who endure great tribulation,

And with sins are much distress'd;

Christ has sent me to invite you

To a rich and costly feast ;
Let not shame nor pride prevent you,
Come the sweet provision taste.

2 If you have a heart lamenting, And bemoan your wretched case ; Come to Jesus Christ repenting,

He will give you gospel grace; If you want a heart to fear him, Love and serve him all your days, Only come to Christ and ask him,

He will guide your feet always.

3 If your heart is unbelieving, Doubting Jesus' pard'ning love, Lay hard by Bethesda waiting,

Till the troubled waters move ; If no man appears to help you,

All their efforts prove but talk;
Jesus, Jesus he will cleanse you,
Rise take up your bed and walk.

4 If like Peter you are sinking,
In the sea of unbelief;
Wait with patience, always praying,
Christ will send you sweet relief:
He will give you grace and glory,
All your wants shall be supply'd,
Canaan, Canaan lies before you,

Rise and cross the swelling tide.

5 Death shall not destroy your comfort, Christ shall guard you through the gloom, Down he'll send a heav'nly comfort,

To convey you to his home;

There you'll spend your days in pleasure,
Free from ev'ry want and care;
Come, O come, my blessed Saviour,
Fain my spirit would be there.

Ο

HYMN 45. C. M.

The slow Traveller.

H! happy souls, how fast you go,
And leave me here behind;

Don't stop for me, for now I
The Lord is just and kind.

see,

2 Go on, go on, my soul says go,
And I'll come after you;

Though I'm behind, yet I can find,
I'll sing hosanna too.

3 God give you strength that you may run,