Nor shall our practice give offence HYMN 127. L. M. Portugal. [*] C . OME hither, all ye weary souls, 'Ye heavy laden sinners, come; 'I'll give you rest from all your toils, 'And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 'They shall find rest, who learn of me; 'I'm of a meek and lowly mind: 'But passion rages like the sea, 'And pride is restless as the wind. 3 'Bless'd is the man, whose shoulders take 'My yoke, and bear it with delight; 'My yoke is easy to his neck, 'My grace shall make the burden light.' o 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. 1' HYMN 128. L. M. Green's. [*] The Apostles' Commission. Mark xvi, 15, &c. Matt. xxviii, 18, &c. 1.0, preach my Gospel,' saith the Lord; 'Bid the whole earth my grace receive: o 'He shall be sav'd, who trusts my word; e ‘He shall be damn'd, who wont believe. 2 'I'll make your great commission known; 'And ye shall prove my gospel true, 'By all the works that I have done, 'By all the wonders ye shall do. g 3 'Go, heal the sick; go, raise the dead: ; 'Go, cast out devils in my name : 'Nor let my prophets be afraid, "Though Greeks reproach,and Jews blaspheme. 4 'Teach all the nations my commands; 'I'm with you till the world shall end : 'All power is trusted in my hands; 'I can destroy, and I defend.' o 5 He spake, and light shone round his head · On a bright cloud to heaven he rode: g They to the farthest nations spread The grace of their ascended God. 1 SAL ; HYMN 129. L. M. Armley. [b*] Abraham offering his Son. Gen. xxii, 6, &c. AINTS, at your heavenly Father's word, Give up your comforts to the Lord; He will restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abra'am, with obedient hand, Led forth his son, at God's command; The wood, the fire, the knife he took His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. d 3 'Abra'am, forbear,' the angel cry'd, "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd; "Thy son shall live, and in thy seed 'Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed.' o 4 Just in the last distressing hour, The Lord displays deliv'ring power; The mount of danger is the place, Where we shall see surprising grace. e 1 HYMN 130. L. M. Sicilian. [b*] His sharp distress, his sore complaints, Let bitter words no more be known, HYMN 131. L. M. Islington. [b*] EHOLD, how sinners disagree,-- o One doth his righteousness proclaim, -3 The Lord their diff'rent language knows, But plead the suff'rings of thy Son. 1 Holiness and Grace. Titus ii, 10, 13. O let our lips and lives express o Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve. -4 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope o The bright appearance of the Lord;-And faith stands leaning on his word. HYMN 133. C. M. York. [*] All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there. 2 Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provok'd in haste; She lets the present injury die, nd long forgets the past. 3 (Malice and rage, those fires of hell, 4 (She ne'er desires, nor seeks to know Nor looks with pride on those below, Nor envies those who climb.) 5 She lays her own advantage by, To seek her neighbour's good: o So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our lives with blood. o 6 Love is the grace, that keeps her power There faith and hope are known no more, HYMN 134. L. M. Islington. Quercy. [b*] 1 HAD And nobler speech than angels use; If love be absent, I am found, Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. HYMN 135. L. M. Sicilian. Green's. [*] 1 COME By faith and love, in ev'ry breast; 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength; Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height, and breadth, and length, Of thine unmeasurable grace. s 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know; Be everlasting honours done, By all the church-through Christ his Son. HYMN 136. C. M. Abridge. Plymouth. [b*] 1 GO In vain to heaven we raise our cries, 2 Nothing but truth, before his throne, The painted hypocrites are known, Where not the heart is found. e 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; o Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. HYMN 137. L. M. Leeds. Castle-Street. [*] Salvation by Grace in Christ. 2 Tim. i, 9, 10. 1 Now, OW, to the power of God supreme |