It boasts of a celestial birth,

And is the gift of God.
2 Jesus it owns as King,
And all-atoning Priest;
It claims no merit of its own,

But looks for all in Christ.
3 To him it leads the soul,

When filled with deep distress;
Flies to the fountain of his blood,
And trusts his righteousness.
4 Since 'tis thy work alone,
And that divinely free;

Lord, send the Spirit of thy Son,

To work this faith in me.

BEDDOME.

HYMN 45. C. M. Arundel. [*]

Faith encouraged by ancient Example. Heb. xi. 13. ISE, O my soul, pursue the path,

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1R By ancient worthies trod;

Aspiring, view those holy men,
Who lived and walked with God.

-2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear,
And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,

Still fresh instruction give.

o 3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood,
They conquered every foe;
And to his power and matchless grace,
Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given-
And ne'er forsake the blessed road,
That led them safe to heaven.

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NEEDHAN.

HYMN 46 L. M. Oporto. [*]

The new Convert.

THE new-born child of gospel grace,
Like wmne fair tree when summer's nigh

Beneath EMMANUEL's shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high.

2 No fears he feels-he sees no foes-
No conflict yet his faith employs;

Nor has he learned to whom he owes The strength and peace his soul enjoys. e 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting; And, comforts sinking day by day, What seemed his own, a self-fed spring, Proves but a brook that glides away.

-4 When Gideon armed his numerous host, The Lord soon made his numbers less; And said, "Lest Israel vainly boast, d "My arm secured me this success.' e 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, And draw our ebbing comforts low; -That, saved by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe.

COWPER

HYMN 47. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Comforts, true and false.

GOD, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soul revives;

Holy and heavenly is the joy,
Thy shining presence gives ;-

• 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who, with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,
Prepared by Satan's art.

-3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night.

4 Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin, and yet rejoice;

• Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice?

-5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power;

e That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more.

-6 'Tis joy enough, my All in Ali,
At thy dear feet to lie;

Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

COWPER

HYMN 48. C. M. Mear. [*]
Zeal, true and false.

17EAL is that pure and heavenly flame
The fire of love supplies;

e While that which often bears the name, Is self in a disguise.

e 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;

d The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.

-3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace;

But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,

If sinners love the Saviour's name;
Nor seeks it aught beside.

d 5 But self, however well employed,
Has its own ends in view;
And says, as boasting Jehu cried,
"Come, see what I can do."

-6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;

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But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;

And let no zeal by us be shown,
But that which springs from love.

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HYMN 49. C. M.

NEWTON,

Abridge. [b]

Not go away from Christ. John vi. 67-69.

WH HEN any turn from Zion's way,

(Alas, what numbers do!) -Methinks I hear my Saviour say, "Wilt thou forsake me too?

e 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine
Unless thou hold me fast,

I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

-3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me ;
To whom, or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee?
-4 Beyond a doubt, I rest assured,
Thou art the CHRIST of God;
o Who hast eternal life secured,
By promise and by blood.

-5 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;

o No love but thine can make me blest, And satisfy my heart.

e 6 What anguish has this question stirred,

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"If I will also go?"

-Yet, Lord, relying on thy word,

d I humbly answer-No!

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NEWTON.

HYMN 50. L. M. Carthage. [b *]
Not ashamed of Jesus. Mark viii. 38.

JESUS, and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Scorned be the thought, by rich and poor,
O may I scorn it more and more.
2 Ashamed of Jesus!-sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed of Jesus!-that dear Friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

p 4 Ashamed of Jesus !—yes, I may—
When I've no sins to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
-5 Till then, (nor is my boasting vain,)
Till then I boast a Saviour slain !
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

GRIGO

HYMN 51. C. M. Colchester. [*]

Inconstancy in Religion. Hosea vi. 4.

Pwe hail thy sacred Name

ERPETUAL Source of light and grace

Through every year's revolving round,
Thy goodness is the same.

2 On us, all worthless as we are,
It wondrous mercy pours;

o Sure as the heaven's established course,
And plenteous as the showers.

e 3 Inconstant service we repay,
And treacherous vows renew;
False as the morning's scattering cloud,
And transient as the dew.

p 4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn,
And loud implore thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on,
In all thy righteous ways.

o 5 Armed with this energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move;

o And with increasing transports press On to thy courts above.

-6 So by thy power the morning sun Pursues his radiant way;

o Brightens each moment in his race, And shines to perfect day.

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DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 52. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

O that I were as in months past. Job xxix. 2.

WEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

o 2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

-3 (In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;

I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
And leaned upon his arm.)

● 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine

SELECT.

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